Mabel, It’s That Crazy Woman Again…

I am in severe photography withdrawal.  Alas, my second attempt at Project360 has gone bust; I simply do not have the time to think about taking a photograph every single day – I’m lucky I can find time to blog.  Stoopid life, always getting in the way of my fun.

Part of it is that this time of the year is just so dreary.  It’s warming up, yes, and all the snow is melted but nothing is green yet.   No leaves on the trees, no flowers blooming, lots of gray skies and rain.  All things I welcome, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not exactly inspiring me to grab the camera and start snapping away.

Yesterday, though, I couldn’t stand it any longer – no more pictures of food!  No more having these men I live with say, “Get that thing away from me!  No pictures!  NO PICTURES!”  No more of the dog running upstairs to hide under the guest bed when he sees me approaching with the camera.  When we walked in the door after work and Beloved said, “One of the crocus out front has a bloom on it!” it was all over but the crying.

Only slightly mindful of the light rain that was falling, I screwed on the macro lens, tucked the trusty Nikon under my blouse and headed out the front door and across the lawn to the flower bed where we’d planted the crocus blooms last autumn.  Sure enough, one lone plant had an exposed, yet unfurled, purple bloom on it.

It was a thing of beauty.

I bent over toward the almost crocus, as well as any fat Rubenesque woman of 47 can bend over, and snapped a shot.

Not close enough.

Oh, what the hell.  I lumbered dropped to my knees, planted my elbows precariously firmly on the edge of the flower bed, focused my shot and took another picture.  And another.  And another.

Pulling myself to my feet (it took longer than I’m willing to admit to), I began brushing the dead grass and mud from the knees of my jeans and the elbows of my blouse when I glanced at the street.  There, a small red car that was rolling by at about a ½-mile-per-hour suddenly sped up and the grumpy retired neighbor across the street who has already begun mowing his lawn suddenly became extremely interested in the water flowing into the gutter.

Perhaps I should rent out advertising space.

Oh, well.  Undeterred, I went about the house, took a few more pictures, and got my fix for the day.

Fortunately, I’ll have ample opportunity to take many more pictures over the next few days; this evening Beloved and I take The Young One to Cleveland International Airport so he can spend Spring Break with the paterfamilias.  Once he is on his way, Beloved and I will drive to Cincinnati, where we will spend all day Saturday with Jolly and The G Man (yes, you will be inundated with baby pictures this time next week).  Early Sunday afternoon, we check into a small, intimate cabin in Hocking Hills State Park for four days of well-earned R&R, returning Wednesday evening.

I will do my best to post while we’re gone; I won’t have internet access, but Beloved will and we never go anywhere without our laptops.  If I can’t, due to time or inclination, I will be back and it will be business as usual at the Sushi Bar next Thursday.

Have a lovely weekend, y’all.

19 thoughts on “Mabel, It’s That Crazy Woman Again…”

  1. There are three crocuses and one patch of daffodils in my 3-mile run/walk route. Maybe I won’t have to slit my wrists because of winter.

    If you take any food photos in Cincy, maybe you could take some of Skyline Chili? A four way? I love that stuff. Lots of cool photo ops in Cincy, too. Have a good time!
    .-= class factotum´s last blog ..Chats du jour: Pit bulls! Hawks! Dingoes! =-.

  2. Great shots. I am also in photography slump. I am just not feeling it. Ack. Have a lovely visit w/ that little man, and a great get away w/ Be. (A few days away sound divine0.
    xo

  3. Down on yer knees in the dirt? Sounds like moi. Anything to get the shot. We are greening up nicely here in Roanoke and the cherry tree buds are beginning to flower as is our Japanese Maple tree. Spring, me thinks me loves ya.

    Di
    The Blue Ridge Gal
    .-= Di´s last blog ..My Cloche Show =-.

  4. Taking pictures is wonderful therapy, isn’t it? I spent the whole day yesterday doing the same thing.We went for a little ride in the country and I wound up in a hole in the wall place in Elizabethtown, NC. One of these days I’ll get around to posting some of it. Enjoy your time away.
    .-= Ginger´s last blog ..I Heart Angels, no, wait, I Heart Angles! =-.

  5. I think we discover a whole new level of athleticism when trying to get the perfect shot, don’t we? 😉 Sounds like you have such fun plans going on right now – looking forward to all the pictures you’re probably taking right now, and reading all about your fun adventure! 🙂 LOVED the shots you did get – perfection! 🙂
    .-= Stacy (the Random Cool Chick)´s last blog ..Wordless Wordful Wednesday – Back Online, Signs of Spring and a Dinosaur Habitat =-.

  6. SO worth the looks from the street! Love the purple bud . . .

    My problem is my knee . . . crouching DOWN isn’t a problem, getting UP again is. I tried to explain to my orthopedic doc that crouching is not optional for the amature photographer and he just kind of looked at me and blinked.
    .-= Mary Anne´s last blog ..Dear So-And-So . . . =-.

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