The tasty finished product!
The tasty finished product!
Some other important things that happened on my natal day:
1788- Maryland became the seventh state to ratify the U.S. Constitution
1952- War with Japan officially ended
1967- Heavyweight boxing champion Muhammad Ali refused to be inducted into the army
This would have to be my second favorite in the floral theme, something about this and the photo before it just had a better quality and a simpler composition. The original photo can be found at this post.
This image is of a hydrangea in our yard but I had a hard time working with it and am not yet completely satisfied with the result.
Notecard Image: Brno
Taken at an art exhibit in Brno that also had an inside greenhouse, this image is very different than anything else I've created and I'm not yet sure what to think about it.
Since I'm just starting with this and toying with the idea of turning these into stationary, any and all feedback is greatly welcomed!
Fitting for a beautiful spring day in Maine... a trip to the beach and a beautiful window basket. Does it matter that it's still WAY too cold in the ocean? Or that this window box is a mid-summer photo? No, of course it doesn't matter, gives us something to look forward to! Now I must go and enjoy this beautiful weather by going for a run (before I lose motivation and decide to enjoy the weather by lounging outside).
Rules (please notice my utmost compliance!)
1. Write your own six-word memoir.
2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.
3. Link to the person who tagged you in your post.
4. Tag five or six (choice is yours) more blogs with links.
5. Remember to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play.
Here are my six words, and since I am a very visual person, I'm including some photos that I enjoy or that show a different side of me.
Optimistic An example of creativity, this also illustrates what I spent most of my free time on during my undergrad years. While dance and photography are my primary artistic endeavors I also have one painting that I did a year ago that my mother keeps trying to steal (she moved it out of my room and into the living room when I was gone one day).
My boyfriend definitely brings out my silly quirky side and we have whole folders worth of pictures of us acting like fools (in case you were wondering I am actually fairly tall, my boyfriend just happens to be 6'4" which makes me a shrimp in comparison).
And here are some things that you might not know from reading my posts...
1. I am amazingly good at doing imitations and accents (maybe I should work on some modesty, hehe). While I greatly enjoy talking in silly voices to amuse friends and family, sometimes I find myself picking up other peoples accents while talking to them, this is not always well received.
Every year we have to say goodbye to Peaks, pack up all our stuff, load up the truck, and drive down to the dock (getting the truck there nice and early so it's in line to make it on the ferry). While we wait we may take one last bike ride around the island, get one last milkshake or hot dog, or just go stand on the dock for one last time that summer. While other travel makes me happy to go back home, Peaks already feels like home except much more carefree and relaxing; having to leave such a beautiful place is always difficult, but luckily we keep going back each year.
Peaks is a big excursion for us, and it requires a level of planning akin to landing a space shuttle on the moon. The truck is loaded up the night before with luggage, bikes, outdoor games and other essentials. The morning of we load up the cat and all her food and items (this year will be a little more difficult since we also now have a dog to bring, she at least can walk on the ferry with one of my sisters). Once the truck is loaded with household and recreational items, an advance team is sent out to the grocery store (the store on Peaks is small so we bring our groceries for the week out with us) and the struggles to find room for the food among the crab trap and lawn chairs. The whole group reconvenes at the ferry terminal where the truck is waiting in line. After an enjoyable ride out to the island, the truck drives to the top of the hill and we get out bikes so that everyone who doesn't fit in the truck (which is all but one or two people) can bike up to the house. Once everything is unloaded, the lawn chairs are set up in the back of the truck as seating and the rest of the week is spent with people riding in the back of the truck or biking anywhere they need to go.
Jumping off the dock has become a ritual for us and a right of passage for any new friends or family we bring along (if they're really nervous we bring them down at high tide when it's less of a drop). While I am proud to say I have done the leap many times, even some at a level approximating low tide, I am Captain Wussy Pants compared to some of the younger Peaks residents. Our first year on the island we were just lounging in the sun on the floating dock when we suddenly saw a whole mass of teenagers and pre-teens race down the hill to the ferry terminal and start to swarm around. As quickly as they had come, they began climbing and leaping off any tall surface they could get to; the wooden pilings, the shed on the dock, and some even climbed up to the top of the Peaks Island sign (see my first Peaks post) and as we screamed in shock they seemed to float down to the frigid water before popping back up with a triumphant yelp (or a "Good god this water is freeeeezing" yelp, they often sound the same). With as much frantic momentum as they arrived they would soon depart to avoid getting in trouble with the one police officer stationed on the island during the day. Whether it's your first jump and your heart is pounding in your chest, or you're a veteran who casually leaps in to cool off, or you're a thrill seeker who raises their nose at the pitiful distance of a 20 foot jump at low tide, the dock has something to thrill, excite, (and sometimes scare) everyone.
It seemed like we had made it past most of the adventure when my cousin lost her flip flop down a crevasse. My mom and I were all set with leaving it since it was fifteen feet down in a narrow tunnel, but somehow my uncle managed to get down to the bottom of it, and throw it out. On we went, now all with shoes on and had a relaxing stroll across the beach before we came to a dock that would bring us back to the road the house was on. We were in the process of climbing up the side of the dock and half of us were on the beach and half were on the dock when we realized there was a hornet nest that we were disturbing with all our climbing and jostling. Those still on the beach climbed up very gingerly and then standing at the opposite end of the dock we sprinted up to the top and to the woods but were not quite fast enough. So in our efforts to avoid possible poison ivy, we encountered very real broken glass and irate hornets, and yet, we all fondly look back at that as one of the best parts of the trip!
Both my Mom and Tom are avid runners and they first discovered this picturesque place when they ran a 5K there. The island is only four miles around so longer runs or races take a little creativity. We have as a family ran a very amusing clam shell relay race that takes place on the fourth of July. Going to Peaks is very different than any other vacations or traveling for us since there's no frantic scheduling or sightseeing tours. Each day is spent in a laid back manner with a nice combination of bike riding, swimming, reading, eating, and marshmallow toasting. I think it's the best family tradition we have so far!
I started riding when I was five or six, and did it competitively for a couple years (while I love horses I was a bit too spacey for competitions and never did very well, especially in dressage). After we moved when I was younger though there was no longer a good place to go riding that was nearby and it became too expensive (in high school one of my friends had horses but they were pretty much unride-able, she had me help train some of them which consisted of a lot of me jumping on and quickly jumping or getting thrown off). While I was in Ireland though I jumped at the chance to go on a trail ride. Once we arrived at the stables however I was sorely disappointed since the horses were sad, sad looking creatures. I felt bad even riding there since I questioned how well the horses were cared for however since I came with a large group I wasn't able to just leave. I was placed with a tiny nightmare of a horse who's pace alternated between stopping and breaking into an uneven and jolting trot/canter. By the end of the three hour ride I was sore all over; my butt, my arms, and my legs were killing me. On top of all of that my knees which are used to being turned out for ballet had spent the whole ride somewhat turned in and were incredibly painful and I had a performance two weeks after I got back to school (the performance went great though so don't worry). Still it was great to go through some of the countryside and see Ireland in a new way.
The gardens surrounding the castle were actually more interesting than the castle itself. Not only were they better maintained but there was more information on the history of various statues or rocks.
This rock is popular because it appears to be the figure of a gnarled witch, and to the left of her is her hat, see it?
I don't feel this picture fully captures the scariness. My friend snapped the image in the adjustment process. To kiss the stone I had to arch back more and was upside down.
Ross Castle is located near Killarney and we actually visited it several times during our trip. Built in the late 1400's the castle was much more of a fortification than a pleasure palace. The castle is located on the Ring of Kerry which is a scenic driving route, and a hiking path. The second time we visited the castle was as part of a trail ride.