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The Daily Post through WordPress has a weekly photo challenge. I’m not formally following them, but when I see one I like (thanks Julia) I like to try them.

The instructions:
For this challenge, share an image of symmetry. Don’t limit yourself to architecture — you can bend this theme in any way you’d like.

A portrait of your twins? A window grille? The yellow lines of a busy road? A row of sharp points along a metal fence? Let the world inspire you.

The image I selected is a photo of the building across from my living room windows. There is symmetry in the windows themselves, in the snow at the bottom of the windows, and in the fact that the photo was taken through my window screen.

Why not try posting one, and ping back to me?

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Symmetry.”


Winter Morning

Almost 42 inches in Southern Maine over the last 10 days; supposed to get another 10-15 over the next week. Can you say sick of it? lol… It’s sights like this that make it tolerable, photo taken today 2.6.15, my 56th birthday  😀


Trying to figure out what I am today. Bored? Depressed? Lazy?

The snow is falling UP!

So anyone would be depressed, and bored, and lazy.

Usually I am more than happy to avail myself of the excuse. Snowed in? Can’t go anywhere? no problem.

But today I am restless and I feel like I should be doing SOMEthing.

Like, writing a blog entry.

But I have nothing to say!

Yes I do. I have half a dozen ideas running around off the top of my head, and another dozen listed on an email to myself. Just pick one!

But I don’t want to! Or, they aren’t any good. Or, my head will not work today. Or or or.

OOH! A phone call!

I must be really desperate if I’m happy to get a phone call!

Especially since (ulp) it’s from my ex-husband.

Uh oh … could be bad news. OH maybe he’s returning my call from the other day (I needed an address for our son).

But, neither. He said that a family member was taking me up on the offer to call anytime if she needed help with anything.

Ulp. Am I up to it?

But, I did say that I would.

“Help me, God,” I say, as I dial the phone.

Get a voice mail, leave a message, hang up.

Well that is my mundacity for the day, and now I can say that I did something.

(struts, with thumbs hooked behind suspender straps)