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odd pear: June 2010
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I never think to take pictures of myself unless I am all dolled up. Which is (regrettably) not an everyday thing.]. In an exciting twist, Rick acquired a sort of how-to book for photography. Or – let me be precise – a how-to book for digital. Photography. (The excellent three-part collection by Scott Kelby. If you’re interested.). Neat tricks I discovered include:. Adjusting the white balance to compensate for ambient light (a revelation! Vivid color and sepia, zoom blur, portrait mode. Digital camera...
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odd pear: June 2009
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Normally, catching a glimpse of a jack rabbit making its way through the field outside the office is a rare event. Luck and persistence coincide for a sliver of time and whoosh! Rabbit. Blink once and he's gone. Friday there must have been 20 or so of them, lazing about in the hot summer grass. They even obliged me for a picture or two. Yesterday was a big day. I have uncertain feelings about the processes of commercial food production, so I have said no to the bakery. I am taking comfort in this:. I kno...
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odd pear: March 2009
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We are all akimbo over here: garage sales, paint brushes, cardboard boxes. And not much else to say. But it was well past time for some new scenery on this page, don't you think? Or it feels that way, at least. Even the yarn and I need to part ways. But the great purge has a quieting effect. It seems to expand the boundaries rather than draw them in. The view from here is infinite. Our big secret this spring is that we are moving. The reinvention urge has hit us hard this year. Explain the banking crisis.
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odd pear: July 2010
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Hot fun in the city. You were expecting sunny skies and ocean views? Fabric stores and photobooths,. Getting in the habit. Have thrown down the gauntlet. They have invited us all. To be part of the reindeer games. They have started a flickr pool. They are getting more response than (maybe) they can reasonably manage. And why wouldn’t they? Habit is a great blog (Do you all know how I feel about habit? I fruh-jeeking LOVE habit). For example, July 5th:. We laughed so much that my cheeks hurt. There are ev...
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odd pear: firsts
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There are, however, a couple of things getting in the way of this:. I rent. Which means no garden of my own, no larder (I'm not even sure where it would fit in such a tiny kitchen), and absolutely no on the chickens. I am completely, utterly lazy. First up: making butter. Ta-Da! My sole contribution was to exploit this unexpected photo opportunity by shoving nearly every camera I own into the mixing bowl in the hope of getting a good shot. Not only that, while the just-whipped (churned? It's ok; you can ...
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odd pear: February 2010
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Is by This Is A Wakeup Call. I am devastatingly in love with it. Also, with cellos. In theory, at least. I am slowly realizing that loving the sound of cellos, and loving the physical size and shape of cellos is not the same as loving learning to play the cello. Not really the same thing at all. In fact, I kind of hate the learning. I think. Secretly, I’ve been expecting to wake up one morning and suddenly be fully capable of knocking out any of the six Bach cello suites. As though Yo-Yo Ma. Anyway, this...
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odd pear: July 2009
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I reminded myself that the hour-long wait for the train is. Part of my afternoon off. I found a roll of film, undeveloped and expectant, tucked away in a box. I was sure it was a forgotten piece of my long-ago trip to Italy. Turns out, I have no idea where this was shot, when, or by whom. I'm pretending, though, that it's a once-upon-a-time summer camp. Which, in my current frazzle-y state, sounds even better than Europe. Uf That shisyamu color. Is giving me the vapors.). For earlier posts, click 1.
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odd pear: April 2009
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I wish I could write (good) poetry. Today would be the day for it. Paint fumes (little sleep approaching deadline)] x excitement = giddy. And oh, we are. We are. I will miss the two neat rows of rosebushes underneath my kitchen window. I will miss yellow, pink, orange, white, red. Thank you I love you bye-bye. Photo by rahen z. More of the sky. (It seems to be all I photograph anymore.). Last week's happy discovery: I am in love with ranunculus. But then, there were rainbows. One year and one week ago.
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odd pear: October 2009
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Happy Halloween, friends. I wonder if she also has an occasional spider dream. Except hers, I'd imagine, are the happy kind. We've decided on a murphy bed for our tiny house. Not everyone is pleased with that. I ran into an old friend at Dog Eared Books. I do love those happy surprises. Poor Monday morning. Even though the ritual is exactly the same (radio, kitten loves, two cups of coffee in bed), it never feels as relaxed or as happy as Sunday. My first trip to Heath. And taken by bike. In the long ter...
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odd pear: January 2010
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Sunset pictures I've been hoarding. [I thought a little change of scene might be nice.]. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). My name is Erin. I like the small things. You can email me. You know, if you want to. For the super-easy stars pattern, check here. For hours of blog-love fun, start here. Follow me on Twitter. Subscribe to odd pear.
