Sunday, February 4, 2018

So I lie to make excuses

No, I don't. It's just that I can't get this song out of my head. The lyrics have nothing to do with me. (I don't lie to make excuses and I don't tend to blame everybody else). But it's a cool tune and right now, this is my current favorite station on Pandora. It's by Susie Suh and there's a link to the song at the end of this post.

Because I like to share.

It's a chilly day here in Maryland and it's just begun to snow.  My house is a bit chilly too but I kind of like it that way. I do not like when I go to people's houses and the heat is on full blast. This is comfortable and as long as I have on layers and my fingers aren't cold, then I'm good to go. I took the photos in this post yesterday afternoon. It was a beautiful sunny day, although cold. But in the sunshine . . . so good. My good friends from NJ had come to visit in the morning. I can't remember when they were both here together, but it was good to have them here. We went out to lunch later and they headed home from there.

I keep my camera and the long lens by the window in the kitchen. I have a chair there and the feeders are right outside the window. Sometimes I'll walk by like I did yesterday, and the light is just so pretty that it makes me stop in my tracks.

I saw this White-breasted nuthatch land on the feeder and grabbed the camera.

Then a Tufted titmouse came along and shooed him away.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

This copper feeder was quite pretty when I first acquired it several years ago. I bought it [here] at Duncraft, but did not pay the price they're asking for it now. Good grief. Since then, the weather and the squirrels have pretty much beaten it up, which is a shame because it was such a pretty feeder.

Whenever I see a feather like this, I am always reminded of the Emily Dickinson poem. 

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

I put the macro lens on the camera just for fun and took some photos of one of the geraniums that's beginning to bloom. I brought all my geraniums in when the weather turned cold and they're all lined along the west-facing windowsills on the first floor. 

They're cheerful to see when it's cold outside.

I turned to the left and this is the view with my macro lens.

And more to the left.

I own several tealight holders and this is my favorite by far. I found it in an interior design shop many years ago while vacationing in Ocracoke, NC.

The print is from a photographer that I admire: Georgianna Lane. Her ethereal Paris photos are simply beautiful and I own several. She always sends extra little prints and is a generous soul.

A little more to the left and I see that it's time to clean the silver candlesticks again.

Oh, bother.

Here's the music I mentioned above. 

Hope your Sunday is a good one. Did you notice I didn't even mention the Super Bowl? I mean, I know I should care because our local team is playing but . . . I just don't. 

And I'm not apologizing for it either. I do wish them well, though.

Thanks for coming by. It's always a pleasure to see you ~