How could I not take my digital camera with me every day and take photos of all the flowers as I make my way to the bus each day this past week? There's pansies on porches, tulips to toe by, daffodils to dote on, and Eastern rosebud trees to walk under as I hurry down First Street. It's spring for sure and there's just flowers everywhere and I just love to see the shoots shooting out of the ground and the bright splashes of color of the flowers that are now blooming. In the brighter light of spring, even the grass seems very green and the tree trunks seem a brighter brown after the soft mild grey tone colors we've become used to over what seems like a very long and cold winter.So, I'll probably keep snapping away either on my cell phone or my clunky digital camera throughout the season which is surely one of the best gifts from the Creator that we see each year.
Welcome to my blog!
I used to blog here mostly using local photos about my neighborhood or Washington DC or other places I visited. But I took a break from the blog for a few months and then found myself posting about crafts and sewing projects I have done or are doing. More recently, my spare time is taken up with selling collectibles and things on Ebay as a seller called Mugsim7. Having a lot of fun with it so far! May your days be blessed with miracles, surprises and creativity too!
Monday, March 28, 2011
|Looking out onto E St NW|
|No, I don't add ketchup to my martini|
Thursday, March 17, 2011
The drunks on the bus are bad enough with their retching and careening and stinky clothes, but it's the far more often seen passengers clutching cups of coffee or other hot drinks on the bus that I find most annoying. One young lady squeezed past me recently, sat down and calmly sucked on her little sippy cup of coffee, the odor wafting towards me, for the rest of the bus ride. Every time the bus lurched, I was afraid that she would slurp her drink on me or the cup would fall and spill on my clothes. Another passenger sat openly on the bus holding his styrofoam cup of steaming coffee and taking the lid off every once in a while for a big gulp. I really don't know why the WMATA drivers let people on with their sippy cups as the signs are quite clear that passengers are not supposed to eat or drink on the bus and there's even a new sign that says "a bus is not a deli so don't treat it like one." Scoffeelaws?
|Capitol Building Facing East|
|View from Capitol Hill to Washington Monument|
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
|Inside the Monocle|
Friday, March 4, 2011
|You might think s/he's a rock or something.|
|The grey lump on the fourth bench, in front of the statue.|
|Blanket folded at bus shelter|
|Still sleeping as commuters pass by|
Thursday, March 3, 2011
I really like this tree and this flight of fire escape stairs on the back of the building at the corner of New York Avenue and First Street NW. You know that when spring comes you will hardly be able to see the stairs when the tree leafs up. And the funeral parlor on the corner of Randolph and North Capitol with the mural on the side is probably one of those buildings that is going to disappear one day as every few years somebody tears down something of the Old Washington and puts something New up and before I know it it's all changed around me. By the way, the mural on the wall has a statement that says "Don't look down on a man, unless you gonna pick him up."
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
|Helen Keller as child|
|Mother Joseph of Providence|
We had really good cheeseburgers recently on the road to Pennsylvania. We'd spied a Sonic drive-in last time we had driven the route and decided that the next time we'd do this rather than McDonalds. So we drove up and parked the car and pressed the button and someone takes your order via a microphone. Then a short while later a girl comes rolling out on skates and gives you what you ordered. Their burgers were much better than McDonalds but they did cost about a dollar more. And you have to wait for the roller skating girl to come out but we didn't mind as it
was a new experience.
was a new experience.