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I don’t know if the little guy was there when I purchased the lemon thyme, perhaps as an egg or a teeny tiny larva.  All I know is that recently I’ve been worried about the lemon thyme.  Was I watering it too much?  Was it getting too much sun?  After returning home today, I started watering things and as I watered the thyme I noticed a rolled up leaf.  To myself I said, “Hmmm.  I didn’t know thyme leaves grew like that.”  I leaned to look closer and this is what I saw:

Probably tomorrow morning as I head off to work, I’ll take him outside to let him fend for himself.  But if you know what this is, please let me know.

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Recently I’ve been lucky enough to spend time with a little friend who loves the book, The Color Kittens.  Since with the great authority of a three-year old she has been able to get me and others to read this book aloud again and again, I have been wonderfully reminded how to simply appreciate color in my photography.  Not always get caught up in “perfect” captures of clarity, but focus on capturing expressions of color instead.

So, after my most recent reading of Hush’s and Brush’s adventures with different pails of paint, I found myself in Steve’s kitchen staring at a jewel-toned nasturtium blossom curling above a bowl of fruit.  Many objects before me but really all I could see was orange.  Beautiful orange.  Snap.  I thought I was done with my camera, but then further poking in cabinets and cupboards and the refrigerator revealed habaneros and some old mac’n’cheese.  Snap. Snap.

After a while, no more orange, but red … delicious red was everywhere.

And then the sunlight shifted, and I found myself drawn toward a bit of purple and green … and then green and brown.

And so the day went until, like the Color Kittens, I grew tired.  I don’t remember if I dreamed that night, as they did, “of a rose red tree that turned all white” on the count of three, but the next day I did stumble upon the following.  Coincidence? 😉

 

 

 

 

 

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It might be the grandest of understatements to say that it is hard to discuss race and ethnicity in the United States.  It does not matter that we have an African American president.  It does not matter that there are African, Latino, Asian and Native American politicians at all levels from city clerks to state governors.  It does not matter that some of the highest paid athletes,  musicians and actors in this country have some tint to their skin.  Huck Finn by Mark Twain is still banned in many American schools, except for a sanitized version that removes the word “nigger.”

A good friend of mine called a few months ago to tell me that she was giving up her subscription to a popular runner’s magazine.  Now this friend is a marathon runner.  It is hard to describe how important running is to her spirits.  Why was she giving up this treat to herself?  Because while the articles were fine she was tired of never seeing anyone in it that looked like her.  My friend is a beautiful dark-skinned African American woman.  After talking with her I paid more attention to the magazines surrounding me in the checkout line of the grocery store, and certainly in the bookstores.  I challenge you to take a closer look when you go to these places.  What do you see on the covers? Beautiful women for sure … and beautiful women who all look the same week after week.

It’s easy to say the right words:  We are all equal.  I treat everyone the same.  There is equal opportunity.  There will be no discrimination of anyone based on skin color, gender, etc.  It is easy to say those words.  And then there is what we do and there is what our children see.  And right now there are too many children who do not see themselves reflected in the every day world around them.  Obama is President but most children are not interacting with the President every day.  Their sense of self  — their sense of beauty — is being shaped by what they see revered on tv, in the movies, and yes, in magazines.  People far more eloquent than I have written on this subject, and I hope they continue to do so.  As for what sparked this morning’s post …  Chancing upon the following images by French artist Titouan Lamazou, and wondering sadly why images of such beautiful women are so rarely found outside of an art gallery.

By the way, the photograhs in this post are of my skin.  Nothing racy, just a shoulder.  A brown shoulder. 😉

* Shoulder Series Images by SFH

* Lamazou images can be found at Nouvelle Images and his website here.

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Well, I was washing dishes.  A shaft of late afternoon sunlight struck the pot lid I was carrying to the sink.  The water sparkled like diamonds.  I found my camera and snapped a few photos.  This was my  favorite.  Just click the picture to see why.

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As a child I don’t remember being infatuated with reflections, but as an adult …  Well, the following are simply tree branches reflected in the Charles yesterday.


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With its foot sticking out like that, I’m convinced this turtle has attitude.  As I told a friend, I thought these little guys were just statues until I moved closer and that foot kicked out.

 

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