Je m'en fiche.

My Pink Lilies of the Valley

I don't care. Translation. French all around me. En English Please!

Think I will have a quiet day.

She was "Sotte mais pas bete"

French translation:

''She was witless but noBody's fool"

I run away to find my past. 

I listen to the beautiful music from the movie "Chocolate". It was filmed before Johnny Deep went from handsome to crusty, way before he did perfume ads.

The winter sun was warm on my face as we drove home from Portsmouth after lunch at the Gas Grill and shopping at my world wide favorite Trader Joes.  It was quiet in the store so, I was able to do a little chit chatting with two of my many favorite female clerks. The store is 1/4 the size of Market Basket. But, it is well designed and the management and clerks are great. 

Home, unpack the groceries, and relax. No snow on the ground. Walked out the back yard and watched the birds at our feeders. Three are at the edge of the large woods in our back yard that is owned by a land preserve.  We have two feeds with black sunflower, and a small one by itself with thistle in it. On the edge of our large deck is a long hook that we hang the hummingbird feeder in the summer. This is the first winter that I replaced the suet feeders on the long hook.  The extra large feeder holds 4-5 suet packages, and on top of the hook is also a single server holding 1 or 2 suet packages.

The birds are so happy having this new addition. So am I, as my desk faces the feeder.  Pure joy.

This year 2019 I have dedicated to getting out and immersing myself in photography.  Learning more and more, and getting better and better. 

I step out of my home of 30 years and I am a two minute walk to an old ice pond, ten minutes walk to the marsh to watch the birds, clouds, and sunsets. White bridge is an ideal place to rest and listen to the birds, the incoming tide, and chill. Find a nice seat on the ramp to the bridge and smell the cold air and look around for a great photograph. Or perhaps to talk to a neighbor. 

I love where I live. Our house is small compared to the big box homes that spring up to destroy the wildness of my home. 

2019 Starts Out With Cold, Loud Winds and No Snow

I am alone in our home. I am at my desk and have a small candle lite to brighton up my space. The Cold Montreal Express Winds are active today. They roar around our house, through our woods, and sound our outdoor Coastal Chime are singing in the currents.

It is quiet. The furnace pops on to remind me heat is on its way.

I love the quiet. Winter quiet.

Winter golden glow on trees, or a winter without snow is so nice.

                                                 Inside I take inside photography.

Some things are just funny.

Somethings are odd black and white tv show.

Some things are blue.

Anxiously Waiting for Our First Big Snow Show of 2019

Classical music is filling up our house today. Spent some time out at Quill Pond shooting  photos.
The late sun was low in the west. But, there was  a break in the clouds ever so often and  light highlighted the brush, trees on the pond. A winter sun was setting low in the sky. Ever so slowly.

The light jumps and skips around. The wind is strong and I am warmly dressed, but my face is exposed. I used my beeswax face moisturizer this morning. It should somewhat protect my face.

Self Portrait Of A Swell Gal

My Desk and My Creativity

I started this blog as a place to write down my thoughts on paper. But, being or trying to be a modern girl (at almost 70), I decided to go electric. Before this I wrote in notebooks, bottoms of tissue boxes, and scrap paper.  This is way more fun.
Then at my 65th birthday, Jerry gave me a camera.
A nice Cannon camera which I love!

So last year, I started to realise that it may be
fun to share my thoughts and my photos.
Then all the madness came.
Taking camera classes. Shooting pictures with my friend Dru who I met at the camera class.
I wanted to exhibit my photos in a different way.
In Porto, Portugal, my husband visited a Photo Museum in Porto. we were staying in an air b n by high on a hill. The backyard was large and had comfy chairs to site and watch the world go by. So, we were located half up a very large hill, or some might say mountain. The hike up to the museum was wonderful.We passed a women working with feral cats who just had kittens  old bricks on buildings, working class people out and about. The museum was build...??? as a prison.
As a school child of the 50s, we had a school outing to visit in Boston  the Notorious CHarles Street Bridge Prison. In the cells were ancient huge cameras, photos a women incarcerated in the prison, and pictures of Royals of the world.
And so this started thinking of me having a year all about photography. 2019 the year about photography...who knew.

Arthur Vaughn..Pop-Up Macro
PWR Photo Society
Maco Bugs and Snakes

Love Fans of Interest

Why?

I always thought that "why" is a really great word. " Why" opens doors to own*s imagination. 
Rose  bud.
Healthcare
wgbh?

Medicine women...
On WGBH. Indian Restoration has only one doctor in 456 sq miles  

1891 delay French

Susan LaFleche Picotte came to the reservation in  1894.

In 1856 Alcohol comes to Indian Reservations

Susan La Flesche Picotte
Dr. Susan La Flesche Picotte
Born	June 17, 1865 Omaha Reservation, United States
Died	September 18, 1915 (aged 50) Walthill, Nebraska, United States
Nationality	Omaha, Ponca, Iowa, French, and Anglo-American descent
Alma mater	Hampton Institute Woman's Medical College of Pennsylvania
Occupation	Physician
Known for	First Native American woman to become a physician in the United States
Parent(s)	Joseph LaFlesche and Mary Gale
Relatives	Susette La Flesche (sister) Francis La Flesche (half-brother)

Susan LaFlesche Picotte (June 17, 1865 – September 18, 1915)^[ was an Omaha Native American doctor and reformer in the late 19th century. She is widely acknowledged as the first Native American to earn a medical degree.he campaigned for public health and for the formal, legal allotment of land to members of the Omaha tribe.

Why? Why did we not listen to Indian Chiefs about the land, the animals, the flowers, the rivers, the mountain, the weather and other nice topics about fear, starvation, illness, death and destruction?  What is  wrong with human beings? Why are so many people evil, hateful, and ignorant?

Why, why........

Wednesday, March 20, 2019 Mushrooms, Graves and Smiles

The backside of a mushroom
@Joppa Flats .

Front of the mushroom
@Joppa Flats.

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I bought a scarf in  a DC or Md hospital gift shop when my father was ending his life. He had cancer. He did a round of Chemo Treatments, go home, get phenomia go back to the hospital, go home, get Chemo again and start off... the chain of events that he continued to occupy his precious time before he passed away.

It was on one my trips to visit him in the hospital, that some one in my family mentioned that this hospital had a great gift shop and I should take a break and go down and look at the shop.

I was mentally and physically exhausted at that time.

I think we were on the tenth floor and I took the elevator ride down with many sad people. 

I walked into a museum quality shop.  Flowers, bags, scarfs, funny cards, and necessities that tired people could use. 

The scarfs were calling me out. I found a deep purple and blue scarf, it was silky, dark, and ultra soft. 

Present day, I had not worn my scarf in a long time, so I had many  errands  to use before going to my volunteer job at MA Audubon Joppa Flats. It has been awhile since I dedicated myself to spending hours running from the insurance company, having my glasses tightened , go to a bookstore and park down around from the library. Parking in the winter, even during a week day is hard to come by. So, I did a whole lot of walking around town. I ended my day at Joppa Flats where I manned the front desk; welcoming people, answering questions, watching birds through a very nice scope, and lastly pointing to the ladies room. I spent four hours, then, I turned off three computers, took the flag down from the flagpole,  said my good byes and drove home.

It was at home, that I realized that I no longer had my scarf. I was not sad, and in a way I was happy that the scarf of much sadness was lost. I did not run around town looking for it, nor did I call all the places that I had been in. I thought about it and smiled. Both my loving parents had been gone a long time. It was time to  take a deep breath in and out -slowly, very slowly. I knew that the sad part of losing a loved one was over. Now it was time for the happy memories. 

So, tonight I give gratitude to the man, women, or child who might have found the scarf and it is helping them keep warm, or hand on to love.

Listening to Chopin on the Piano. Beautiful, deep, and moving.
The weather has begun to change. slowly...so slowly as if the earth was on medium spin.
Soon the ground will no longer be frozen, and it will be time to rake out the dead leaves,debry from the winter storms.

Prague, a Side with Two Sides

New and Old gently mix in Prague. The Old Town and New Town blend in together, but, in Prague the New town was founded in the year 900.
The contract between new and old is a theme in the beautiful city.

Quiet Side of Myself

Quiet, nature, watching, waiting, viewing, enjoying my surroundings and being one with my locations.

I breathe in the scene, I scan for wildlife, I taste a blade of grass and and then start over again.

Nature, quiet, and I observe the world around me.

Nothing can be as much fun or as interesting as being alone with nature.