I’m late as usual with this week’s photo challenge. This week’s challenge is ‘Twist’. So here are a couple of photos I took from a short hike we took a week or so ago at a park near us here in southern New Hampshire. One area was especially boggy and had a raised walkway. Instead of taking a straight route, it twisted around somewhat, making for some interesting photos.
Maybe there was a tree or some other plant that they were trying to avoid by having the path meander a bit. Here’s another view below.
A very marshy area. Our 4 year old was waiving his arms around to keep the mosquitos away as much as possible. So many bugs we couldn’t stay long!
Ok, so that’s maybe a tenuous link to this week’s theme as those paths don’t really twist too much. So I’ll just leave you with the song that’s been stuck in my head all weekend long, ever since I saw what the ‘challenge’ was. Thanks WordPress for reminding me of this song… or maybe no as I can’t stop singing it!
‘Stop singing that song Dada!, what does it even mean?!”
“Twist” by Tones on Tail, from way back in 1984 when I was much younger!
This week’s photo challenge is “Work of Art”. So I’ll just show off something that our 4 year old worked on recently:
And here’s what he was painting.
Here’s some photos for this week’s photo challenge with the ‘Street Life’ theme. There’s not a whole lot of vibrant street life here in southern New Hampshire, especially in late March, when the mud and snow are still piled up outside ready to be tracked into the house.
So it’s off to Italy we go!
And here’s Florence:
And here’s Milan:
Here’s some photos for this week’s challenge: Reflection.
These were all taken in the Fall at a cranberry bog in Carlisle, Massachusetts. We had wanted to time our visit to when the cranberries are harvested since the bog would have been covered in bright red berries. The harvesting machine scoops up the berries and then the water is drained out of the bog until next year.
These are actually photos of the holding pond that supplies the water for the harvest, not the areas where the berry bushes grow. When the berries are ready to harvest, a small dam is opened, some of the water from the pond is drained into the bogs, and helps to float the berries to the surface for easier harvesting. So we missed the harvest this year, unfortunately. At least we were not too late, if we had missed the harvest entirely the pond would be much lower, the bogs would have been barren, and the area would not have been as photogenic as this.
Two photos this time for the “object” theme, both were mistakes at the time, but I kept them.
It’s been raining here in New Hampshire off and on for the past two weeks now. Mr. C was going stir crazy with staying in the house so much. So what do I do when we finally get some sunny skies ? I take him to the playground.
Seems as though one of the differences between Stay at Home Dads and Stay at Home Moms might be the ability to do some advanced planning. Once we arrived at the playground I wondered why there was only one other car there, usually the parking lot has ten or so cars in it no matter what time of day it is.
Then when we get into the enclosed playground area I realize why there is only one other car there. The playground is surrounded by at least 4 inches of water. It looked like the other car belonged to another Dad, as he was on his way out with a very wet toddler in tow.
Taking Mr. C to a playground means there is no way we’re leaving without playing at least for a few minutes, no matter what the conditions are. So I reluctantly tried to steer him towards the one swing that appeared to have dry wood chip below it, but that didn’t last long.
‘Let’s play boat, Dada!’
He was soon going down the slides, ending up in the water logged wood chips, up to his ankles in water. Eventually he went down this spiral curvy thing, below. He’s grabbing a handful of the watery wood chips. Which I think ended up down the back of my shirt.
Here he is Captain of the S.S. Playground.
On our recent trip to Seattle, we spent an evening at the International Fountain in Seattle Center. Partly to just to see it, and also partly to try to tire out our over excited 3 year old. He ran in circles around the perimeter of the fountain a few times, and then we went up to the top of the Space Needle.
I probably took about 300 photos on this trip, a lot of them are blurry since Mr. C doesn’t stay still for long. I have to act fast if I want to get a photo, otherwise he’s on to something else. So there’s more than one meaning to ‘Fleeting’ for this post. I usually keep the blurry ones anyway, they have to be really unidentifiable for me to delete them. I think I’ve been taking so many photos as some kind of compensation for how fast time is going by. It’s already been close to 4 years!
I’m showing some photos in reverse order, so you can see the “Fleeting” one first.
How long will these hand prints last ? Not too long, he stepped on them within seconds, covering them up with shoe tracks.
Here he is about to make the hand prints. Can you stay in the frame please ? No ?
Here he is on his way around the fountain, with Ms. J watching. I’m not sure if this is lap number 8 or 9.