for the color of it

It was with singular delight that I carted my camera along on a brilliantly spring-like day here in the Pacific Northwest. After a winter of ice and snow, and frigid temperatures, it was indescribably soothing to feel such newness in the air. I can't remember ever quite appreciating spring so much. But then again, I have had a habit of running away in the wintertime, accepting conveniently timed work opportunities in more tropic climes than those encountered stateside. And so today I soaked in this one afternoon of mildness with intense gratitude.
"Is it silly of me," I asked Erin, "to be so giddy about photographing flowers today, solely because of the thrill of encountering color again?" She thought for a moment, then said simply, "Nah--I don't think so."
So I'm taking her word for it, and posting this simple shot for you of today's color :-)

starched?

When I first passed this line, I noticed how beautiful it was against the white of the snow. And then it occurred to me that it was a rather odd sight to see, all things considered, here in our wintery wonderland. But being without my camera, all I could do at the time was bemoan the lack of my other limb . . . so it was with delight that I discovered the clothes still out "drying" when I returned, camera-ready :-)

teacher knows best?

It never ceases to amaze me how much of an adventure it is to work with little ones. And one of the reasons I keep gravitating towards such work is that I love the discovery process it is for me--oftentimes just as much as it is for the students!
At the moment I am thinking of my last lesson with one of my French students [who I will nickname Abby for blogging purposes]. Abby is 5 years old. Young enough to be a learning "sponge," yet old enough to catch me off guard with her snippets of insight and with glimpses into her intriguing little mind.
So this past time we met, I had intended to jog her memory with a review of the past songs we have used as French learning tools, going back as far as early in summer of this past year. But she didn't have a great deal of patience for this exercise and, you know, I decided that it wasn't worth pushing it. Because what I quickly realized was that her impatience was not due to any lack of retention. In fact, she easily [and with a twinge of feigned boredom!] sang the words of the songs I prompted. But then she started to suggest her own lyrics and songs. Soon she had me singing a series of impromptu songs about various objects she set her sights on. Who knew that one could sing a cute French ditty about "drapes and a couch"?
But I did, and it proved to be a much more interesting language lesson than the one I had intended . . . never mind the test it proved to be for my own language retention over the years! Serves me right for assuming that "teacher knows best" :-)

Happy "Hearts" Day!

Too all of you out in blogland, here's wishing you a happy Day of Saint Valentine!

a sight so lovely . . .

It's been cold. It's been really cold. And I don't much care for it. But it has also been stunningly, sunshinily beautiful. So I had the urge to just point my camera up at the sky and take a shot of it. I was tempted to adjust the photo but then changed my mind, deciding that it was quite perfectly lovely just the way it was :-)

on the rocks?

So remember that "snow hearts & ice blocks" post from last week? Well, after noticing since then the uncanny effect of those "cubes," I just couldn't resist having a bit of fun with it :-)