First Crocus
(click)
Our first crocus. No cardboard, no Photoshop, no fakery. Just plain shadows and sunlight.
–rakkity
(click)
Bathroom at the Pomegranate Inn. Photoshop > adjust levels, contrast, color and sharpen, then add a wee bit of yellow to resemble the original.
Michael
This has nothing to do with today’s photos. I had a dream — well, nightmare — last night. I do know why I had it, but I’m finding that it means interesting things to other people, so I thought I’d share it here. That’s assuming it doesn’t cause the blog to be shut down.
My sisters, our kids, and I were traveling with other people – not together exactly, but the way people did when we went to Canada to send money to Vietnam for medical supplies during the Vietnam War … people traveling in separate cars and not necessarily following each other or stopping together but all planning to end up in the same place at pretty much the same time. The dream felt like it was set in the present, but I think one daughter was about 8 years younger than she is now. We each brought our favorite, most special things. I brought my dolls (one of which, with moveable legs and arms, my sister carved for me when I was 8; one of which my mother bought as an antique when she was a girl).
I think one daughter went in a different car from me and played with my dolls. I checked in with her at some stops. Anyway, when we got there – it was a ship in a harbor, or something – we were going to destroy the world. We had some sort of bomb. I think several of us needed to be there at the same time. My younger daughter might have been the one who had the detonator and she didn’t know it, or something. I’m not sure why we needed to destroy the world, but it was pretty important. We all knew this was a very important trip.
We had a nice trip. I kept noticing things that were part of the world – flocks of birds, the way the sun came through the trees. I felt very sad that we needed to destroy the world.
When several of us got there, we looked at each other, and … we decided not to.
Comment by Jennifer — March 5, 2006 @ 4:02 pm
Now that is an entertaining dream. My brother, Peter, is the only person I know, who not only dreams in complete story lines like that, but also remembers them. Actually, so does Botswana BirdBrain.
So what did you decide not to do in real life?
Comment by michael — March 5, 2006 @ 4:17 pm
That doesn’t sound like the right question. I think the right question is: What do I feel obliged to participate in the destruction of, and how will I or how have I avoided that destruction? But I’m not going to answer that on the blog.
Comment by Jennifer — March 5, 2006 @ 6:24 pm
Rakkity’s crocus gives me hope that maybe soon the gray will be gone. Thanks, Rakk!
Comment by FierceBaby — March 5, 2006 @ 6:43 pm
Thanks? I think not. The man is rubbing our noses in his spring.
Comment by michael — March 5, 2006 @ 8:37 pm
This will be our last spring in MD, and our last March crocuses. Beth & I have arranged to put our house on the market this coming August, and then move to Boulder at the end of December. Every year in Boulder, then, we’ll send you pictures of our first spring crocuses when they pop up in June.
Comment by rakkity — March 6, 2006 @ 10:19 am