Archive for July, 2010
Blog About Blogging – Part III
(The third in a series of posts on the creating of Waltzing in Perdition.com For the first, click here.) And now you understand why I just don’t understand why people call me a perfectionist. In the next post, I’ll tell you what a nightmare it was finding a coder who understood that when I say Pixel-Perfect, what I’m really saying is “The
Dad Look
I’ve been on a short hiatus from WiP while the summer doles out its remaining freedom in the lives of The Spawn…who happen to have a new school year on the horizon, if you can believe that. For my part, I’ll never fully accept the idea of any school anywhere starting before September 1st. Call me old school. We loaded
Mothers, Hide Your Daughters
Okay, a few Firsts coming here. First First: I’ve never posted a video on WiP but I’m about to. If the attempt breaks the internet (trust me, I’ve done it before), or your lights dim, or we lose power on the eastern seaboard….well. Um. Sorry. Second First: I saw the most amazing thing in the world yesterday and I’m still
Time Between Times
“In the time between times, when the dew of creation was still wet upon the earth…” …I grabbed the camera and catalogued a few shots before the sun rose high enough to burn things off. Those are Martha Washington cherries. And if you like tart, you’re in luck. Clematis. I think. It climbs up a drain spout and looks like
Out Riding Fences
I’m a big believer in humiliating oneself before anyone else beats you to it. And, shocking as this may seem, I provide no shortage of that favored past time. That image up top is, to the untrained eye of the layman, a fence post. A cedar fence post which, you’ll be happy to know, is “environmentally prohibited” in certain parts.
A Study In Light
There is this one wedding photo of Cute Redhead where she’s staring alluringly into the camera and surrounded by melting, smoldering, liquid, infinite white. Which, I later found out, was a technique achieved not by a special camera filter…but by her bridesmaids pulling her wedding dress up over her head. Brilliant. So, naturally, when I saw the Golden Recliner sporting
Ladies Night
So I’m at the hardware store, right? The one with the garden and nursery section on the back, ‘member? That one. And I’m getting a few things I need for other Important Things and remember that I’d had a plan to recruit the formidable energies of a few girls for some of the garden’s heavy lifting. And there it was:
Breach
Today was a day like many others. So how anyone in this season of life ever gets anything, really anything, done is beyond my ability to comprehend. Most days we work double-time just to keep our heads above water. And most days we don’t even do that. We learn to float, sort of, submerged just below the surface, and there
