tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47687191186618327912024-03-12T22:19:17.058-04:00Under ConsiderationElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.comBlogger197125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-63422582952864512422011-03-01T12:17:00.017-05:002011-03-01T15:55:19.073-05:00Nineteen DaysIt's that time of year again. <a href="http://www.bahai.org/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Baha'is</span></a> around the world are preparing for that special time of spiritual renewal--the Baha'i Fast. Nineteen days of fasting during which we make a special effort to turn our focus inward, refreshing our hearts and re-invigorating our spirits through reflection and prayer.<div><br /><div><table style="WIDTH: 800px"><tbody><tr border="0"><td border="0"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sarah-j/4450738054/"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrnQnQwjL0Jc3QtyrOOOeijzWpyaA-gakBvzGqGbvrAdIkRL73_9KgHys569tXrvhkUqD0XVOIWwX3fR6fMRC2PXtito8ym8v18LTVGunA0-rEXcuwOCHylzaN1OdfHMZwF1Lerj_mVbk/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-03-01+at+11.57.27+AM.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrnQnQwjL0Jc3QtyrOOOeijzWpyaA-gakBvzGqGbvrAdIkRL73_9KgHys569tXrvhkUqD0XVOIWwX3fR6fMRC2PXtito8ym8v18LTVGunA0-rEXcuwOCHylzaN1OdfHMZwF1Lerj_mVbk/s400/Screen+shot+2011-03-01+at+11.57.27+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579173583305932850" /></a></td><td border="0"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/project_summit/4405057505/"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cWANP8527Pj1F3uyqNOfxT5NqJtIlwlIhomXRx1AHfYtO9jVBqsmqugIpEh2jAZuRiUe9cDHZYcL87OCeeitK5r3BH6Bxluy3pGqgW4KzfwYVjx4xjsoe-6aS3_ItgYCE7dyD4daQOc/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-03-01+at+11.56.40+AM.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cWANP8527Pj1F3uyqNOfxT5NqJtIlwlIhomXRx1AHfYtO9jVBqsmqugIpEh2jAZuRiUe9cDHZYcL87OCeeitK5r3BH6Bxluy3pGqgW4KzfwYVjx4xjsoe-6aS3_ItgYCE7dyD4daQOc/s400/Screen+shot+2011-03-01+at+11.56.40+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579173847940005058" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sarah-j/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sarah-J</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> (left); </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/project_summit/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ramin Hosseini</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> (right)</span></div><p><br />During the past three years one of the highlights of the fasting period has been following, and participating in, the <a href="http://nineteendays.wordpress.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Nineteen Days blog</span></a>--a collaborative photography project created by <a href="http://www.onmontague.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Amy </span></a>and <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3403275.Leila_G_T_"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Leila</span></a> that enlists photographers from across the globe in sharing reflections on the Fast and beautiful images taken daily at dawn and dusk, some of which I've included here.</p><div><br /></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/leilit/4448348612/"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65ECUQWAh5TegTST_FapnalrUaUSCn8s4YzFKx5KzAvUnEu2P1h6Ep5H7sm8jdluO9nSW8W0M0rtrWIwY3K2mMEsBU2xLT8Z71DE1s-Fv6SBqlDse0RSe141nxQ8dJbhi-mDogFmEgaA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-03-01+at+11.57.03+AM.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65ECUQWAh5TegTST_FapnalrUaUSCn8s4YzFKx5KzAvUnEu2P1h6Ep5H7sm8jdluO9nSW8W0M0rtrWIwY3K2mMEsBU2xLT8Z71DE1s-Fv6SBqlDse0RSe141nxQ8dJbhi-mDogFmEgaA/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-03-01+at+11.57.03+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579209484382369730" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/leilit/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.leili </span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(above)</span><br /><div><br /></div><div>Tomorrow <a href="http://nineteendays.wordpress.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Nineteen Days</span></a> enters its fourth year, with an <a href="http://nineteendays.wordpress.com/2011-photographers/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">incredible line up of photographers</span></a> from every corner of the world. I hope you'll join us.</div><div><br /></div><table style="WIDTH: 800px"><tbody><tr border="0"><td border="0"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/songtuyuri/4448885961/"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJeF_IyWDi0NyPDumDZgW0X0UkcOdgoIksi2mCwW3ubVDA2UxSCivpQbcuRkf9tkp2AE00exf9s6qcISwDjFWnshKLRfkLDcj9Oys7-wlJprV1Cr8TDXGIRpFh0B-zjcuF6z7t4hJqK8k/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-03-01+at+11.57.45+AM.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJeF_IyWDi0NyPDumDZgW0X0UkcOdgoIksi2mCwW3ubVDA2UxSCivpQbcuRkf9tkp2AE00exf9s6qcISwDjFWnshKLRfkLDcj9Oys7-wlJprV1Cr8TDXGIRpFh0B-zjcuF6z7t4hJqK8k/s400/Screen+shot+2011-03-01+at+11.57.45+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579210398886048450" /></a></td><td border="0"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/evreelan/4411595007/"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDAVfHAZHL3iV6rHq3hLBzdWoKDge32-lrg3jr0SqUU_VKSvrQ4-Z2PpCBwaKv9ZYmHzg8PphisnfYg4y1CYtgmBwZbSKW2WYxWHrd0_Sm7XQxE8GtM1ew1633Y35dlGLw8LWbm5pn7M/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-03-01+at+11.58.03+AM.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDAVfHAZHL3iV6rHq3hLBzdWoKDge32-lrg3jr0SqUU_VKSvrQ4-Z2PpCBwaKv9ZYmHzg8PphisnfYg4y1CYtgmBwZbSKW2WYxWHrd0_Sm7XQxE8GtM1ew1633Y35dlGLw8LWbm5pn7M/s400/Screen+shot+2011-03-01+at+11.58.03+AM.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579210530193243058" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">.</span></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/songtuyuri/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">leila </span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(left); </span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/evreelan/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">elliot|v</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> (right)</span></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-42243637231176219972011-02-22T16:19:00.001-05:002011-02-22T18:26:12.569-05:00Driftwood and DetailsAside from the obvious pleasures of sun and swimming, one of my favorite things about visiting the beach is seeing nature's detritus scattered along a shore.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2kS6Cw_DywLiyWwXHZHUd8pqXE6xcQPTVpr8rLT3EL68rDKdxdj0MNEih3UWCT4AOn40knZn2d954wpvoGorXADM4_jx987PbuAahGGpOnn549WZPRAcjFzAqv079bhgHDt-ucgLex0Q/s1600/IMG_2619.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2kS6Cw_DywLiyWwXHZHUd8pqXE6xcQPTVpr8rLT3EL68rDKdxdj0MNEih3UWCT4AOn40knZn2d954wpvoGorXADM4_jx987PbuAahGGpOnn549WZPRAcjFzAqv079bhgHDt-ucgLex0Q/s800/IMG_2619.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513589194870775090" /></a>Shells. Polished stones. Driftwood. The odd coconut here and there. <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9FfEgYHveLOg1ZB87Bhl3-N6qbZgi3StNFGxhwwVqti0Ty8Ee6jv7NY1i5ZhrY-qki4O28fyJMbnCNQahEo0iGXzzPAAmyovfC44dlX3RFE79wjNn1bRCX_wo32fjrLIRePZjKaisUGU/s1600/IMG_2642.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9FfEgYHveLOg1ZB87Bhl3-N6qbZgi3StNFGxhwwVqti0Ty8Ee6jv7NY1i5ZhrY-qki4O28fyJMbnCNQahEo0iGXzzPAAmyovfC44dlX3RFE79wjNn1bRCX_wo32fjrLIRePZjKaisUGU/s800/IMG_2642.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513589131604419026" /></a>Bleached by the warm sun, scoured by the sand and wave after wave of salty surf, and revealing colors, textures and stories of all sorts.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3QXg6zFBxnWiGHvOP1I4MzzKiHAi8v_2HwnhTIZueuL8CJFJ3Vy44AIee5sleHMoc-FWcGTVCqohc3fGCQoHzodZGyZHbXxPiYPEOMDfuAET-YSi23NarBtfHL6u19nMcBTZ_2jOwkdg/s1600/IMG_2639.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3QXg6zFBxnWiGHvOP1I4MzzKiHAi8v_2HwnhTIZueuL8CJFJ3Vy44AIee5sleHMoc-FWcGTVCqohc3fGCQoHzodZGyZHbXxPiYPEOMDfuAET-YSi23NarBtfHL6u19nMcBTZ_2jOwkdg/s1600/IMG_2639.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576397262626838290" /></a></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-87662457644533716242011-02-20T15:16:00.006-05:002011-02-20T15:34:54.771-05:00Our Biggest Adventure Yet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6CPYLWZtFOCxSsVHd_6I_RHFcu_Dxp5Y_ffJmCj3sKAc-v3zCRXsd0sOou7jNdsXlCm993jDi9aa44CSxKSAMHGTUDKL0mqpoOSAAHMF8TUlhlQ-ZkW3C-9r8tRv2HYoj0IHIumwo1qE/s1600/IMG_3756.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6CPYLWZtFOCxSsVHd_6I_RHFcu_Dxp5Y_ffJmCj3sKAc-v3zCRXsd0sOou7jNdsXlCm993jDi9aa44CSxKSAMHGTUDKL0mqpoOSAAHMF8TUlhlQ-ZkW3C-9r8tRv2HYoj0IHIumwo1qE/s1600/IMG_3756.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575868288204256322" /></a><p>It has been quiet over here on <a href="http://esabet.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Under Consideration</span></a> these last few months. Our time and attention has been completely consumed by our latest, and most exciting, adventure yet, and my lens has been trained almost exclusively on little fingers, tiny toes and pudgy cheeks.</p><div>But it's time to get back into the swing of things. And there's lots more to come. </div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-66811252330923569292010-10-05T15:46:00.005-04:002010-10-05T16:31:19.444-04:00Home Sweet (New) HomeAfter moving away from New York City last spring, and a long summer in beautiful Vancouver, we have finally settled down in our new home - a small town outside San Jose, Costa Rica. It has only been seven days, but we're already smitten with the natural beauty and the warmth of the people we are meeting. And don't even get me started on the fruits and vegetables. The words "avocado heaven" flash into my mind at least three times a day.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXbpz8W7nGlpuSDMsDAwOaKPlKPQD11-yyg-ErRebiCTdSZ9aFvpUBZvpmzJZ9Bp4zr5HvUvtF6ffZFvzRR5T4zLeGu6eCzYZftWuiFIMcKnDR9fheqjYzZ_1zP0eHd89WTaqXVLN2Z-k/s1600/IMG_2782.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXbpz8W7nGlpuSDMsDAwOaKPlKPQD11-yyg-ErRebiCTdSZ9aFvpUBZvpmzJZ9Bp4zr5HvUvtF6ffZFvzRR5T4zLeGu6eCzYZftWuiFIMcKnDR9fheqjYzZ_1zP0eHd89WTaqXVLN2Z-k/s800/IMG_2782.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524654348487175874" /></a></div><div>Perhaps we're just in the honeymoon period, but so far the monsoon rains, exceptionally large spiders and constant muddy paw prints of one particular member of our family have done little to dampen our enthusiasm.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCiiWo6OlLQG5HeIqqiuWYtIVa65COC74ossJUTQpO0Bi-NOYcLBkI9nBKRuUqu-XlyaSAHoFQIaLkKLeDAhFsTQX2sxRVF_iWZnPdAljRMq1ldV0T3CclK5PF90tpetpvy4cqokQJNh0/s1600/IMG_2806.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCiiWo6OlLQG5HeIqqiuWYtIVa65COC74ossJUTQpO0Bi-NOYcLBkI9nBKRuUqu-XlyaSAHoFQIaLkKLeDAhFsTQX2sxRVF_iWZnPdAljRMq1ldV0T3CclK5PF90tpetpvy4cqokQJNh0/s800/IMG_2806.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524661448236539666" /></a></div><div>Can you blame us? </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8AufyoGc8LLo1KytZGGBzxa5BAHPxttrdbg0TQheMcyIYuGghtD-tfYkjUdehOWEuUbTqzhsUWohxbPZWIE_ktRMi0vWVb43Wju2Xj3YWioVaARojU6VJmFQDayUoge3XMDvrYPbTXvk/s1600/IMG_2796.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8AufyoGc8LLo1KytZGGBzxa5BAHPxttrdbg0TQheMcyIYuGghtD-tfYkjUdehOWEuUbTqzhsUWohxbPZWIE_ktRMi0vWVb43Wju2Xj3YWioVaARojU6VJmFQDayUoge3XMDvrYPbTXvk/s800/IMG_2796.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524655300440135362" /></a></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-27527317141412180942010-08-27T19:05:00.002-04:002010-08-28T02:05:00.068-04:00The Vintage BabyWe've had babies on the brain here lately at Under Consideration, and for good reason! Come November, a wee little lass will take our family from three members to four (we include <a href="http://esabet.blogspot.com/search/label/Hazel">Hazel</a> in the count, naturally). Let's hope we're up to the challenge!<br /><p>It's no wonder, therefore, that items like the following have recently been catching my eye online and inspiring bouts of nostalgia. So many vintage baby clothes and toys remind me of things I once had, or that were passed down from my parents and grandparents. I thought I'd share the reminiscing by putting together a little collection. Do any of these things take you back to your days as a little one? </p><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6wsGUQD2F13PwrB0aeoXwIztQr6XkW6bogOWHAdiIhrpS8jO4EOXnj4KdnQQCKT3aHkkrmBIHqLJyNJ5JjZJIYUOmnlyRRhTl_-T5evw0ReJmJ5fDPVOaC7lnoXy3TtM5_1hIR9_poY/s1600/Vintage+Baby+Cup.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6wsGUQD2F13PwrB0aeoXwIztQr6XkW6bogOWHAdiIhrpS8jO4EOXnj4KdnQQCKT3aHkkrmBIHqLJyNJ5JjZJIYUOmnlyRRhTl_-T5evw0ReJmJ5fDPVOaC7lnoXy3TtM5_1hIR9_poY/s400/Vintage+Baby+Cup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509541353861263826" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/54727735/vintage-adorable-aluminum-baby-cup?ref=v1_other_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">aluminum baby cup (from berrygoodlifefarm)</span></a></div></div><div><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy6iDdKAZKsJxIQ3kY95ZOteIOKalq5YyGQPafoOlYyhI4-sHuJsVEF9u_5aUP0Ij6H_QRTnS8ee3I402h7miCYd86knNPzeXK46C6UROL7wNdd7gXdSsDTtBJhP1Xkr2-Bil6_Yue6dI/s1600/Baby+hanger.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy6iDdKAZKsJxIQ3kY95ZOteIOKalq5YyGQPafoOlYyhI4-sHuJsVEF9u_5aUP0Ij6H_QRTnS8ee3I402h7miCYd86knNPzeXK46C6UROL7wNdd7gXdSsDTtBJhP1Xkr2-Bil6_Yue6dI/s400/Baby+hanger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509543038483279410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/42654519/vintage-baby-clothes-hanger-blue-with?ref=sr_gallery_4&ga_search_query=hangers&ga_search_type=vintage&ga_page=13&order=&includes%5B0%5D=tags&includes%5B1%5D=title"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">vintage baby clothes hanger (from veraviola)</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I still have a few of these very same hangers that belonged to my dad as a child. </span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0sb7GpBXkrftVsFAJOAl8uepEMIKsaUuH8MT3OcGNHxc1ESGAwy1Refd1nMTBU2gNwF8_2ZboCfk-A47VStiW3eVc25Z7XLnDp6Nw6YPVICqiZKDQ1_zjMbPR9OM0dHQKplka9DLH3A/s1600/yellow+smocked+dress.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0sb7GpBXkrftVsFAJOAl8uepEMIKsaUuH8MT3OcGNHxc1ESGAwy1Refd1nMTBU2gNwF8_2ZboCfk-A47VStiW3eVc25Z7XLnDp6Nw6YPVICqiZKDQ1_zjMbPR9OM0dHQKplka9DLH3A/s400/yellow+smocked+dress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509565364583038226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/41403621/vintage-baby-yellow-flower-print-smocked?ref=v1_other_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">flowered babydoll dress (from hartandsew)</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMtD52Rncj6r-NrJ5Zx4nkIxqUDZS-UBee6ca4byG5IJ5LVMGcjWyZ_JgKKxyfxlE8nRFMbEa8BrwUWZB3WvdF8EzmXIV-K0PfpRsVCfluuD_oNnkQuZ9FojcybN80TozVxk1obOvdZdI/s1600/Vintage+Playskool+Wagon.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMtD52Rncj6r-NrJ5Zx4nkIxqUDZS-UBee6ca4byG5IJ5LVMGcjWyZ_JgKKxyfxlE8nRFMbEa8BrwUWZB3WvdF8EzmXIV-K0PfpRsVCfluuD_oNnkQuZ9FojcybN80TozVxk1obOvdZdI/s400/Vintage+Playskool+Wagon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510335522972341858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/47462123/vintage-playskool-wagon-with-blocks?ref=v1_other_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">vintage playskool wagon (from happydayvintage)</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqaVwUUwCSFTwOluq9SO22ot6BgAdxlDtStILmvU0JehlMYgUp54n1etEoeNKFa7cd86sCgO5ch3ag-n5DWp_qnZnpQtq5qCKcMuNFW2xizvppA8XdjSpB3zgLbId14PWx2cMtYwgEZmI/s1600/buttercup+yellow+smocked-front+dress.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqaVwUUwCSFTwOluq9SO22ot6BgAdxlDtStILmvU0JehlMYgUp54n1etEoeNKFa7cd86sCgO5ch3ag-n5DWp_qnZnpQtq5qCKcMuNFW2xizvppA8XdjSpB3zgLbId14PWx2cMtYwgEZmI/s400/buttercup+yellow+smocked-front+dress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509576637473346802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/42627166/vintage-buttercup-yellow-embroidered-and?ref=v1_other_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">smocked-front buttercup yellow dress (from hellodarlingvintage)</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_gH81bgVcmy53jFZ1Fu9-4Q7_Ao-C3yga-Q7lqtALJBSBSPiScy8nIuq-mHA-ncLD6ITGYEhaY6JqRR_xs7_lYQKbK9QzbnhdnAoKIRrw1Gv95fMv_EUHn34a1aoS5gVX6fEKghh4LE/s1600/Baby+Blocks.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_gH81bgVcmy53jFZ1Fu9-4Q7_Ao-C3yga-Q7lqtALJBSBSPiScy8nIuq-mHA-ncLD6ITGYEhaY6JqRR_xs7_lYQKbK9QzbnhdnAoKIRrw1Gv95fMv_EUHn34a1aoS5gVX6fEKghh4LE/s400/Baby+Blocks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510336334316528322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/53304932/vintage-baby-blocks?ref=v1_other_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">vintage baby blocks (from busybree)</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTLUrbXx7WX3KnPXhS_B1iMk_9gmoaNgkr-kZqbvhMN3do2heXnJlmmIbVyzXRdypWkKmiNv486rLrAkN2vTb6DzinahvpNdG48bUdSriOP-n9u-D_hwpbBkNhefcpRckLwz75TMgGwDQ/s1600/Antique+Muslin+Baby+Dress.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTLUrbXx7WX3KnPXhS_B1iMk_9gmoaNgkr-kZqbvhMN3do2heXnJlmmIbVyzXRdypWkKmiNv486rLrAkN2vTb6DzinahvpNdG48bUdSriOP-n9u-D_hwpbBkNhefcpRckLwz75TMgGwDQ/s400/Antique+Muslin+Baby+Dress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509927697236404290" /></a><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/53319837/antique-muslin-baby-dress-eugenie?ref=v1_other_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">antique muslin baby dress (from ethanollie)</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiaarg__qpCDCVZ5dnuAGRmDhh_aw0cH7PRktZX2ku6ZIf2wYdKprCZzWryOG4Im0d2PRo1lK0mqwqz4-Yjmej1bNv9sl_brkvYPI9k1ZAyb2AFqVKdYGllsdzvIf6OQm5mgMY9Pedcvc/s1600/Seersucker+Baby+Jumper.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiaarg__qpCDCVZ5dnuAGRmDhh_aw0cH7PRktZX2ku6ZIf2wYdKprCZzWryOG4Im0d2PRo1lK0mqwqz4-Yjmej1bNv9sl_brkvYPI9k1ZAyb2AFqVKdYGllsdzvIf6OQm5mgMY9Pedcvc/s400/Seersucker+Baby+Jumper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510334599747958338" /></a><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/48699005/vintage-baby-boy-seersucker-jumper?ref=v1_other_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">seersucker baby jumper (from muraivintage)</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-21484695537350060622010-08-23T11:17:00.002-04:002010-08-24T13:15:02.385-04:00Shades of Green<div>With only a few weeks left to go in Vancouver after a lovely summer spent here, this week I am doing all I can to appreciate the city's graceful green beauty.</div><div><br /></div><div>Muted and subtle, mossy green creeps lazily over branches, tree stumps and sidewalks, as if suggesting that urbanization is only temporary and Mother Nature will soon reassert herself...in her own good time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0HfKVrJc42CrnupEZsuZfWe-CrCsEPPlTNjylhEJdv1nJ8KrP0w79gmROTYFro8WUOKANtjsAUClb5Bs9cA07F5yL0e3WcYs67ImXmCF2scl4U79doWeRNrOgn8aO7mT2IJTjRBtRkQ/s1600/IMG_2368.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0HfKVrJc42CrnupEZsuZfWe-CrCsEPPlTNjylhEJdv1nJ8KrP0w79gmROTYFro8WUOKANtjsAUClb5Bs9cA07F5yL0e3WcYs67ImXmCF2scl4U79doWeRNrOgn8aO7mT2IJTjRBtRkQ/s700/IMG_2368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509025814393052434" /></a><br /></div><div>Bright and exuberant, verdant green leaves soak in the sun's rays under a blue summer sky.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiylpbd-3uV0jWvMVgMZbQgBex4HQ9EvhARbQ1OoNpHWG3xhf2QrkSWZXm8SReFn91HZOpm0RSqd3rXYUtKjf3Cf6TKNcQG9m9OLvezlKyXSiElI6ElrGuJEqmVF9KSupMQ71OlwjJ4LOk/s1600/IMG_2365.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiylpbd-3uV0jWvMVgMZbQgBex4HQ9EvhARbQ1OoNpHWG3xhf2QrkSWZXm8SReFn91HZOpm0RSqd3rXYUtKjf3Cf6TKNcQG9m9OLvezlKyXSiElI6ElrGuJEqmVF9KSupMQ71OlwjJ4LOk/s700/IMG_2365.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509025624039737714" /></a><br /></div><div>Fanciful and mysterious, a shadowy green scatters the day's fading light, casting dappled patterns on pathways and people alike.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnelWR5hyphenhyphenC2trFoSsOgEevaTctp6ryzEGmiwC-bok2CeLptM-fsgL8GliL5MiwdMlk9ZNdElww8JwQv_TwTgtZZ3Gb5KiUCrdOgVtofUGPxZ9rRl9LeSI2Ze9C3JdiGjJyGQWtDwDzGWU/s1600/IMG_2037.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnelWR5hyphenhyphenC2trFoSsOgEevaTctp6ryzEGmiwC-bok2CeLptM-fsgL8GliL5MiwdMlk9ZNdElww8JwQv_TwTgtZZ3Gb5KiUCrdOgVtofUGPxZ9rRl9LeSI2Ze9C3JdiGjJyGQWtDwDzGWU/s700/IMG_2037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509025258286773202" /></a></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-83643264740547168252010-08-09T23:18:00.004-04:002010-08-09T23:37:45.638-04:00The Simple Joys of SummerI mentioned in a <a href="http://esabet.blogspot.com/2008/08/happiness-is-warm-puppy.html">post long ago</a> that one thing that makes me very happy is picking fruit and eating it straight from the tree. Let me amend that to include bushes as well. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY4-69RT2lpXrJL3FC-k32d12qVTusjcWpqXYCp3gQxmI0G5R595ECKu9jUh7D5x29Mg9NYNXJJU97TPSLsXTmr54mKpZgOzHe1SB86MSn21AJ3bTm6GFjEnPz71HVLgMwNPP-RxlaFnI/s1600/IMG_2045.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY4-69RT2lpXrJL3FC-k32d12qVTusjcWpqXYCp3gQxmI0G5R595ECKu9jUh7D5x29Mg9NYNXJJU97TPSLsXTmr54mKpZgOzHe1SB86MSn21AJ3bTm6GFjEnPz71HVLgMwNPP-RxlaFnI/s1600/IMG_2045.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503615596295385618" /></a><br /><div>There's nothing that can make a person happily scrabble over sharp rocks and through thorny undergrowth like the promise of a few ripe blackberries. <div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAzECYGj7zndL_7h_SaYcszRtRN-V-2uzjpI8Yzb64BRZangrINDRulDhiAY-SWGZeL-C-vQ6L1TlHqrl1BLNdztSsGlbn4DFZxFQI1B9ymhzzoWIvE5nmlUwJIjzsr3oI1SdXcUi3ZKs/s1600/IMG_2048.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAzECYGj7zndL_7h_SaYcszRtRN-V-2uzjpI8Yzb64BRZangrINDRulDhiAY-SWGZeL-C-vQ6L1TlHqrl1BLNdztSsGlbn4DFZxFQI1B9ymhzzoWIvE5nmlUwJIjzsr3oI1SdXcUi3ZKs/s1600/IMG_2048.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503615386781466466" /></a></div></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-64884634595224317652010-08-06T01:32:00.003-04:002010-08-07T19:58:26.156-04:00YellowstoneThis past May we had the chance to spend a day in Yellowstone National Park--a little hiatus in a mad drive across the country from Chicago to Vancouver. Little did we know when we set out on our "summer" road trip that we would arrive at the park only the day after it had reopened following a long winter's hibernation.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLIImjsjLA8nJrORKyhEQhbWuivgkjkmHNjtVFubqPwt5BoCki-9Fzvouh_KZB3x2myOxldnU2NwIRF-pntDX4bQg26pVlkteq6GZzpBvd4jCJK9HzS7XNx600hXQuFtU8jpCz0n9JNAo/s1600/IMG_1327.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLIImjsjLA8nJrORKyhEQhbWuivgkjkmHNjtVFubqPwt5BoCki-9Fzvouh_KZB3x2myOxldnU2NwIRF-pntDX4bQg26pVlkteq6GZzpBvd4jCJK9HzS7XNx600hXQuFtU8jpCz0n9JNAo/s1600/IMG_1327.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500681562366781746" /></a><br /><div>There was still snow on the ground and on the peaks, and the roads were empty as far as the eye could see (undoubtedly everyone else thought to check the weather and saw there was a blizzard on its way).<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAihNiZ2kmgLmHmQAH7HfuWqxNN0-xo9-ul-tRWciF355Xtz5qcdnzrhjgJzk4M8vD7fJBXUajk9xCxbz-E5VnKJUycvNqLKW9Qht3TWK-002a8CvTDYESeVUqty8Bu-a5A6S9BUYXVU0/s1600/IMG_1347.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAihNiZ2kmgLmHmQAH7HfuWqxNN0-xo9-ul-tRWciF355Xtz5qcdnzrhjgJzk4M8vD7fJBXUajk9xCxbz-E5VnKJUycvNqLKW9Qht3TWK-002a8CvTDYESeVUqty8Bu-a5A6S9BUYXVU0/s1600/IMG_1347.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500681688153993906" /></a><br />A teeny little blizzard was a small price to pay for having the park almost all to ourselves. We did cross paths with a few hardy locals, still bearing their winter coats (and making us wish we'd had the foresight to bring along our own). Note: T-shirts in May are not seasonally appropriate clothing in Wyoming.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraI5zQbeOiSQ9yUpbLlBHa5K3s-hkZF7neMNWs88k6Bqbgfhq3w-K4fHGUQgjmNUzeMMyDKBbLmiQQa0WNLYH21gY1Lu2hY4_ncyXKrqkEmgTVelkB7s2UBPfsNnF1zSLSmu0LwNNy7E/s1600/IMG_1499.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraI5zQbeOiSQ9yUpbLlBHa5K3s-hkZF7neMNWs88k6Bqbgfhq3w-K4fHGUQgjmNUzeMMyDKBbLmiQQa0WNLYH21gY1Lu2hY4_ncyXKrqkEmgTVelkB7s2UBPfsNnF1zSLSmu0LwNNy7E/s1600/IMG_1499.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500681760346529954" /></a>Stunning waterfalls, canyons, rock formations and volcanic pools, and we got to enjoy it virtually uniterrupted (except for a few herd of shaggy bison and one grizzly bear who woke up from his winter's sleep a few days too early).</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI94DNW9VedkqvinaOalTmehZ8CZR-4HcBvmGUzHSw5P-IBLB-Ue8JNQwvEXOqaWPrVuUihVZyZZfnk0x1fBqmELk6XX65ND-bXz_wvRtICvdA2GAYeebMW4O3OfTP5_hK6fabYHRbng0/s1600/IMG_1548.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI94DNW9VedkqvinaOalTmehZ8CZR-4HcBvmGUzHSw5P-IBLB-Ue8JNQwvEXOqaWPrVuUihVZyZZfnk0x1fBqmELk6XX65ND-bXz_wvRtICvdA2GAYeebMW4O3OfTP5_hK6fabYHRbng0/s1600/IMG_1548.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500681906078567506" /></a></div></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-26181102880745507542010-03-14T00:04:00.012-05:002010-03-14T00:31:13.862-05:00What I am NOT Doing TomorrowBecause I am moving in a few short weeks, I am currently focusing on sorting through, and getting rid of, as much as possible in preparation for that huge undertaking. That is why the following are things that I will NOT (no way, no how) be purchasing when I pop by <a href="http://www.target.com/"><span style="color:#6633ff;">Target</span></a> to investigate the results of of their exciting collaboration with <a href="http://www.liberty.co.uk/"><span style="color:#6633ff;">Liberty of London</span></a>, which hits stores tomorrow.<br /><table style="WIDTH: 800px"><tbody><tr border="0"><td border="0"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwyqYY28AYmzQ74IQ0VmcPaf5eGV31ICWyHiKvMezjaU8aIL_H8VNjpvNX03vixeFOtorKrNdyairSL6BX2mArP1XcVtV4_ZKkc4ftcq_ux1OrrwO6r4yt8Ys51yzpW25r2hdcTuBeuq8/s1600-h/ss10gart885000399-assorted.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448351306968382450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwyqYY28AYmzQ74IQ0VmcPaf5eGV31ICWyHiKvMezjaU8aIL_H8VNjpvNX03vixeFOtorKrNdyairSL6BX2mArP1XcVtV4_ZKkc4ftcq_ux1OrrwO6r4yt8Ys51yzpW25r2hdcTuBeuq8/s400/ss10gart885000399-assorted.jpg" /></a></td><td border="0"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFyJ3UPHuovtRluOIRp012P0wQN5X4IhgHdTc3VlIKNQkQGn3lcnNAJJecQN3RIfrubjFnML5X_BhoJKk72MqG5HJoSp1D3ovMtzhQD28vBqUc8XEgkrsn0ECxfRFEPgFY1qX-sVJkFNE/s1600-h/ss10sapo885000799-assorted.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448351467528814322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFyJ3UPHuovtRluOIRp012P0wQN5X4IhgHdTc3VlIKNQkQGn3lcnNAJJecQN3RIfrubjFnML5X_BhoJKk72MqG5HJoSp1D3ovMtzhQD28vBqUc8XEgkrsn0ECxfRFEPgFY1qX-sVJkFNE/s400/ss10sapo885000799-assorted.jpg" /></a></td><td border="0"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjdSd0mlv0X6RmeQVW1qtuMsD06Fu99xvBS706N43YjX5ZOtkfMX5ZhyWGXN3_tGuDleTlkFscT0VDv3oOPhjtoOrgrS2Utl4sr3BDI3v3PhSYogElwKpLvdUZ_8KxAJ3fRIX1ozbk-FE/s1600-h/ss10acce885001099-assorted.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448351848586106386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjdSd0mlv0X6RmeQVW1qtuMsD06Fu99xvBS706N43YjX5ZOtkfMX5ZhyWGXN3_tGuDleTlkFscT0VDv3oOPhjtoOrgrS2Utl4sr3BDI3v3PhSYogElwKpLvdUZ_8KxAJ3fRIX1ozbk-FE/s400/ss10acce885001099-assorted.jpg" /></a> <td><br /><td border="0"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC7M1CFOQxOVnhfFVvet-RRrkX1uMUyLWNQ3MLoAHm4yn0ztHZtKONdF3p0V3CmODZvtrY3cbB_yilSj2zqaCCGmqHASJaiC5zFyiawbBFN00RSprvu5-f8I2bsybUYAJnJnbjoUWLb8E/s1600-h/ss10acce885000699-assorted.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448352406859629186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC7M1CFOQxOVnhfFVvet-RRrkX1uMUyLWNQ3MLoAHm4yn0ztHZtKONdF3p0V3CmODZvtrY3cbB_yilSj2zqaCCGmqHASJaiC5zFyiawbBFN00RSprvu5-f8I2bsybUYAJnJnbjoUWLb8E/s400/ss10acce885000699-assorted.jpg" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />No flowery dresses, no patterned mugs or cereal bowls, no pretty boxes of note paper, and definitely no adorable umbrella. It will be strictly window shopping. Strictly.<br /><br /><table style="WIDTH: 800px"><tbody><tr border="0"><td border="0"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitiU5jQXWaerU90Y4RlOsabQDrktSveXue43uNtYgxOwM7KyodtTPxN1m_x0YMpnFgZQwvlh3GZOVfwrYIcGqN2Cb6z56MCjNP661n_F3JqROyaB-w6SHob0XaspdXMJYLRVU0XYe6Y6A/s1600-h/ss10sapo885000937-turquoise.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448352335266947058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitiU5jQXWaerU90Y4RlOsabQDrktSveXue43uNtYgxOwM7KyodtTPxN1m_x0YMpnFgZQwvlh3GZOVfwrYIcGqN2Cb6z56MCjNP661n_F3JqROyaB-w6SHob0XaspdXMJYLRVU0XYe6Y6A/s400/ss10sapo885000937-turquoise.jpg" /></a></td><br /><td border="0"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiDtdHKIUURlEuQSCWL9oPC3B52z-xJ_-b7nwPl-iaGyvfVqmnI1ZanpEsXndDWyBxWVnSSx-HGt3umZIuQioYl4cYvwJ8oP-LxIIXEh3vzXwx58bRyAxLsNBPB25TKb__YehIpK3hTps/s1600-h/201003-omag-adam-liberty-london-102-600x411.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448353690116887058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiDtdHKIUURlEuQSCWL9oPC3B52z-xJ_-b7nwPl-iaGyvfVqmnI1ZanpEsXndDWyBxWVnSSx-HGt3umZIuQioYl4cYvwJ8oP-LxIIXEh3vzXwx58bRyAxLsNBPB25TKb__YehIpK3hTps/s400/201003-omag-adam-liberty-london-102-600x411.jpg" /></a></td><td border="0"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjulCULCFPmd9SHtLsrl3DlpDDPLebvwj5zJ7pEIEdvka7PXOLNkfpxnMGAcIkw36GxTGU24UeFHfWPhZJdjPvhMbME0WPyZRfMCJa4tpYcGRDCaBhGhBiu0aVcmsIq81jVu0sD75_JUBA/s1600-h/ss10gb00885000500-black.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448353624503207474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjulCULCFPmd9SHtLsrl3DlpDDPLebvwj5zJ7pEIEdvka7PXOLNkfpxnMGAcIkw36GxTGU24UeFHfWPhZJdjPvhMbME0WPyZRfMCJa4tpYcGRDCaBhGhBiu0aVcmsIq81jVu0sD75_JUBA/s400/ss10gb00885000500-black.jpg" /></a><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-18660933230874409452010-03-13T14:05:00.005-05:002010-03-13T14:17:44.120-05:00A Rainy Evening<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMCKtsS2sJwpz5VUY3zh_kwGBTMw8qI27AWz5pWIRwIkPhh6jsHEIcxEX6kjsc4mPI7qvw4jjTmY9Qhti2fEqJysaaauYAfcZUmNeVpO7suglR1aZXrQyhuKM_FSQLvNwQlCzN4gzb8-w/s1600-h/IMG_0327.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448196716208792642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMCKtsS2sJwpz5VUY3zh_kwGBTMw8qI27AWz5pWIRwIkPhh6jsHEIcxEX6kjsc4mPI7qvw4jjTmY9Qhti2fEqJysaaauYAfcZUmNeVpO7suglR1aZXrQyhuKM_FSQLvNwQlCzN4gzb8-w/s1600/IMG_0327.jpg" /></a><br />There is something about the rain and the dusk and the yellow street lamps that creates a magical atmosphere on rainy evenings in New York City. <br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEzq5UrQg3NqBbsvG1JBXuPuaBcUPgfbuS2xYVvpW39_O-rm9SlM8i1iVnkJAGJD_xMTNQ56PdeXtKvq-qJyBCIdM8HmZc73dmYBYLg0Fo1yiEJBNYoOsyPUh7PabKh3HnmuHE055auNs/s1600-h/IMG_0321.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448196641695251410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEzq5UrQg3NqBbsvG1JBXuPuaBcUPgfbuS2xYVvpW39_O-rm9SlM8i1iVnkJAGJD_xMTNQ56PdeXtKvq-qJyBCIdM8HmZc73dmYBYLg0Fo1yiEJBNYoOsyPUh7PabKh3HnmuHE055auNs/s1600/IMG_0321.jpg" /></a><br />If you take the time to peek out from under your umbrella or over the high collar of your trench coat as you walk home in the chilly air, you will see everything you pass is laced with gold. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NY69FtEtvH8F8rKePRpT_Bi7bChLLGGMpANHVNymGpkeC8LiUBH35VPyF6Xqiz19sjzgHv1N5MCsV9S_oAqHq817ZFTkdUZ7SAJklAFp703_hTCoJdkpgQPGdjQoHtzb_NY4WumgxmM/s1600-h/IMG_0333.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448197363257691090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NY69FtEtvH8F8rKePRpT_Bi7bChLLGGMpANHVNymGpkeC8LiUBH35VPyF6Xqiz19sjzgHv1N5MCsV9S_oAqHq817ZFTkdUZ7SAJklAFp703_hTCoJdkpgQPGdjQoHtzb_NY4WumgxmM/s1600/IMG_0333.jpg" /></a></p>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-14291126411885290642010-03-11T23:22:00.014-05:002010-03-12T00:08:02.393-05:00Is It Just Me?<table><tbody><tr border="0"><td border="0"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlNiT86fq2Tpr65TnEdCcdXdbxYbDzilnvUt7PWyLdothRzbHEOcLc9fAqM4MRxcDP53mxTkPK3uFJ5cBMbvQfyGzyKAB67A6upffIr0NlY23v5aOEJfs2seybr_7xJA0L_tugSPBDmuM/s1600/2299586276_494b7c44fa_b.jpg" height="350" /></td><td border="0"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqNKzptnWjCoALXatoniRUe9ssEaD5-U8UwFkCnV_zFwOstrfWYZX8kYxfAsJXFPN3IBSQOOsnYDBay1I7rKNbVbDlsPCcvK5wSJn_DDwLjITvgdGOC_F5a2Ql96qSBukj6gN3nXbXxs/s1600/DSC_0042.jpg" height="350" /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p>Or has there been a whiff of Spring in the air this week? I thought I would add just a splash of pink to this space today, for the promise of flowers to come...<br /></p>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-14857456096262814632010-03-07T12:18:00.017-05:002011-02-23T17:31:10.967-05:00Nineteen Days<p>For nineteen days every March, just before the start of spring,<span style="color:#663366;"> </span><a href="http://www.bahai.org/"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">Baha'is</span></span> </a>all around the world make a special effort to turn our attention from the daily details that so often occupy our thougts, and instead focus inward, allowing reflection and prayer to refresh the heart and re-invigorate the spirit.<br /><br />For the past three years <a href="http://www.onmontague.com/"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">Amy</span></span></a> and <a href="http://lovefromleila.blogspot.com/"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">Leila</span></span></a> have engaged in an inspiring photography project during this special nineteen day period, collaborating with photographers from around the world to take photos at dawn and dusk and share them along with a quote and a reflection on the<a href="http://nineteendays.wordpress.com/"><span style="color:#663366;"> </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">Nineteen Days website</span></span></a>. Last year's collaboration was so successful that it has been turned into this beautiful book (available <a href="http://nineteendays.bigcartel.com/product/nineteen-days-book"><span style="color:#663366;">here</span></a>!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4E6_YAVRun0cSMOlIrbXFpV0SFKMOA3UbhBuatvNvf3hlXX_r7KPuaahWqFMq8ZC2gJZSuSu-nwCTc8_U3TUmmN_xK3M49G5dU78D9pLembOZ3SWOAwst-BIzuLqxCde5HtILZvhiSkk/s1600-h/nineteen+days.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 650px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445992164674808914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4E6_YAVRun0cSMOlIrbXFpV0SFKMOA3UbhBuatvNvf3hlXX_r7KPuaahWqFMq8ZC2gJZSuSu-nwCTc8_U3TUmmN_xK3M49G5dU78D9pLembOZ3SWOAwst-BIzuLqxCde5HtILZvhiSkk/s1600/nineteen+days.JPG" /></a><br />This year's collaboration is well under way, with stunning images, beautiful quotations and thoughtful reflections coming from all corners of the globe. Yesterday was my day to participate, and it made me wish I had the initiative not just for a single day, but at every dawn and dusk, to walk outside and examine my surroundings for some beauty and inspiration. On yesterday's walks, this is what I found to share.</p>My dawn:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhniqKx357FjdT-Oji-RqvXWnkh6c6o9bV4f7PUVtyC2ftOv67RZXYqbleCXBp03g2hBXKv7ytInt_dLNz4CJ7HNtMrsWMaLxUrtyaUWnuMUeHzeQbiXYqnvsH6-_1pE9gYgVxrzk22LIk/s1600-h/dawn.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445993201825913554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhniqKx357FjdT-Oji-RqvXWnkh6c6o9bV4f7PUVtyC2ftOv67RZXYqbleCXBp03g2hBXKv7ytInt_dLNz4CJ7HNtMrsWMaLxUrtyaUWnuMUeHzeQbiXYqnvsH6-_1pE9gYgVxrzk22LIk/s1600/dawn.jpg" /></a><br />My dusk:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Wm3G_Etcrg0S3sj8Ao6OWyPiLYg00Y7Dq0clkCcn8hg6A2RRZcczu73amY-KAEUH82XLcRKX1oWZXif_vOIWHPkKmU9S0VVnhC5mrESFonyHPfq5KwnxDuELu9XmJ1e7JQWgfTxi9pA/s1600-h/dusk.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 700px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445993317873267810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Wm3G_Etcrg0S3sj8Ao6OWyPiLYg00Y7Dq0clkCcn8hg6A2RRZcczu73amY-KAEUH82XLcRKX1oWZXif_vOIWHPkKmU9S0VVnhC5mrESFonyHPfq5KwnxDuELu9XmJ1e7JQWgfTxi9pA/s1600/dusk.jpg" /></a>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-39864860875314078322010-02-28T04:33:00.005-05:002010-02-28T04:46:24.942-05:00SnowmageddonAlso known as the Snowpocalypse, Snowverload, and (in my own inner monologue) Snowmygoodnessgracious. Not too long ago we were caught smack dab in the midst of the mid-Atlantic's biggest snowstorm in three centuries. The most memorable aspect? The icicles. Three feet long and shimmering with a diamond-like glitter in the cold winter sun--every time I passed under an awning, I felt like they were aiming right for me. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC3t8utcnoBF4EbutiqTW4PhwIcx4thsj79Dil1n6TYg-rsu7uVyE7ZdS2C_2CVH9mh57G0AsTRcW4ZYlKRCQ8DkpmtE6THw7MkBF1t-J9WtrHVc9i1oDbiJxoJn2DR9b30DmhLYKEkHM/s1600-h/DSC_0091.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC3t8utcnoBF4EbutiqTW4PhwIcx4thsj79Dil1n6TYg-rsu7uVyE7ZdS2C_2CVH9mh57G0AsTRcW4ZYlKRCQ8DkpmtE6THw7MkBF1t-J9WtrHVc9i1oDbiJxoJn2DR9b30DmhLYKEkHM/s1600/DSC_0091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443227485563000386" /></a>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-78733429248442560092010-01-23T14:00:00.004-05:002010-01-23T14:31:06.806-05:00Words and Curiosities<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZa_Nw8IV9mIYa0ZfBSKHp4j67CSAFoQ0M74r8RrawdCe67-Zm3L7vFhn-9G59HMtWrhIy21N93mvK2BSHS2jMVke-E1OB422ofmAOjCb-KOXttwWJ1yVbS8XT9DkJdEz3KWrLIdvwic8/s1600-h/P-W+Cover+for+Web.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZa_Nw8IV9mIYa0ZfBSKHp4j67CSAFoQ0M74r8RrawdCe67-Zm3L7vFhn-9G59HMtWrhIy21N93mvK2BSHS2jMVke-E1OB422ofmAOjCb-KOXttwWJ1yVbS8XT9DkJdEz3KWrLIdvwic8/s1600/P-W+Cover+for+Web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430012048823668242" /></a><br /><div><p>As a lover of antiquities, reference books and, of course, words, I've spent the past few months wondering whether my overflowing bookshelves might have a little extra space for a copy of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pictorial-Websters-Visual-Dictionary-Curiosities/dp/0811867188/ref=pd_sim_b_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Pictorial Webster's: A Visual Dictionary of Curiosities</span></a>.</p></div><div><br /></div><div><p>Printed by <a href="http://www.quercuspress.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Quercus Press</span></a>, and released last August, Pictorial Webster's is a 400 page alphabetical arrangement of images printed from wood carvings and copper electrotypes used in 19th Century dictionaries.</p> </div><div><br /></div><div><p>The project was begun by John Carrera almost fifteen years ago when he found a tattered 1898 dictionary under his grandfather's favorite reading chair at the family farm. Read all about it right <a href="http://www.quercuspress.com/websterhome.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">here</span></a>.</p></div><div><br /></div><div><p>Here's a peek inside the pages of this artistic and whimsical volume of lexical history:</p></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSBu9OhCH_bFCs2_dic0me_R6G94_jDgqjn06l4WZ1GZA9VDkMzCwESLkZO676odg262-de3NaN1rqyk_nZqPKnMXTb90f2Jb7XI9Ra8rfEH9lv7Mw2NoRnJZU00ffM09PtSt9ujyUfCw/s1600-h/Pipe-Pagespread-510x336.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSBu9OhCH_bFCs2_dic0me_R6G94_jDgqjn06l4WZ1GZA9VDkMzCwESLkZO676odg262-de3NaN1rqyk_nZqPKnMXTb90f2Jb7XI9Ra8rfEH9lv7Mw2NoRnJZU00ffM09PtSt9ujyUfCw/s1600/Pipe-Pagespread-510x336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430016998746611122" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj41_l2V7j24TAt9P9DP6Y5bmHWOEKarl4Tel2yUJhyphenhyphen_KuNXVqsA0ZdyaxavrolOiXzJdXR7LNbAh-a1lf28TQxv2ARQbDJlcEBORcmSzG9qfLUUK-4znTpHxvz__7mbeQEdYF08NwyGQQ/s1600-h/pictorialwebsters05.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj41_l2V7j24TAt9P9DP6Y5bmHWOEKarl4Tel2yUJhyphenhyphen_KuNXVqsA0ZdyaxavrolOiXzJdXR7LNbAh-a1lf28TQxv2ARQbDJlcEBORcmSzG9qfLUUK-4znTpHxvz__7mbeQEdYF08NwyGQQ/s1600/pictorialwebsters05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430016877517070802" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaRwPnJej3K6_QeTOmPQRdXOZxxO_Pg-3MPjxXIEyH991ttXBIsbHjN7cdSel3W1Z-a1xox3vM96QXmbdS0nBc2DZtxuF3ORgMx0AduvqvvrTkJgXtYoYr7RFdp6-x2kxCdBkTNBD1Rpg/s1600-h/picweb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaRwPnJej3K6_QeTOmPQRdXOZxxO_Pg-3MPjxXIEyH991ttXBIsbHjN7cdSel3W1Z-a1xox3vM96QXmbdS0nBc2DZtxuF3ORgMx0AduvqvvrTkJgXtYoYr7RFdp6-x2kxCdBkTNBD1Rpg/s1600/picweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430016737188788338" /></a></div><div><p>Naturally, the copy I was thinking of adding to my collection is the Trade Edition, shown above, and available on Amazon.com for a very reasonable sum.</p></div><div><div><div><div><br /></div><div><p>Nonetheless, this film detailing the making of the $4600 leather-bound Deluxe Edition, is incredible. From the actual printing of each image, to the cutting of the pages, to the painstaking binding and stamping of the cover, it is an amazing glimpse into the process of creating a book. I was blown away! Well worth 7 minutes to check it out.</p></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><object width="600" height="337"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5228616&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5228616&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="600" height="337"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/5228616"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><i>Pictorial Webster's: Inspiration to Completion</i></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i> from </i></span><a href="http://vimeo.com/user1882107"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><i>John Carrera</i></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i> on</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i> </i></span></span><a href="http://vimeo.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><i>Vimeo</i></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>.</i></span></p></div></div></div></div></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-91347339209743985782009-12-27T22:08:00.006-05:002009-12-27T22:31:57.445-05:00AlmaIf you're down for a little dose of creepy, take two minutes to watch <a href="http://almashortfilm.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Alma</span></a>, a beautifully-made animated short that I <a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">stumbled upon</span></a> earlier this evening, written and directed by Rodrigo Blaas. But don't say I didn't warn you...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnwbdKG4ky7NbW6RWcvGvRUw2AqLT9NTRyu23XCvNvwhm6rpZzojPR1VBc9WQPegV1EY8AG75Nj_5fYIvJcsYNu8rlpMTVfcLpSKLBHIAwntMQp7szqNu7sNLxFpyBC4Cxe0FgBnVt20I/s1600-h/500x_alma.jpg.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnwbdKG4ky7NbW6RWcvGvRUw2AqLT9NTRyu23XCvNvwhm6rpZzojPR1VBc9WQPegV1EY8AG75Nj_5fYIvJcsYNu8rlpMTVfcLpSKLBHIAwntMQp7szqNu7sNLxFpyBC4Cxe0FgBnVt20I/s1600/500x_alma.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420120093886155714" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><object width="600" height="337"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4749536&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4749536&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=0&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="600" height="337"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">( via </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://geektyrant.com/news/2009/12/21/must-watch-fantastically-frightening-holiday-short-film-alma.html">GeekTyrant</a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">)</span></span></span></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-66462745894786285912009-12-23T12:32:00.011-05:002009-12-24T00:30:23.861-05:00Let's Hear it for New York<div>I've had <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0UjsXo9l6I8">this song</a> stuck in my head all day, and what can I say? I'm feeling the love for New York. Just wanted to share a few favorite shots of my favorite city in honor of that Empire State of Mind.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2wWZo1cxiu5ZXgsGl2jILLGmwl7cHHpY1cM9r4pIs8Me-NlL8QXqBoMY5KXbMgR_7MsFHY8cjFb744GNdx7Bt0CI6-euTYEAobZUm7mx4ZPAWGiKbz2Gd-Z6Suwh2qntzWgNJpqJ1S3M/s1600-h/DSC_0004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2wWZo1cxiu5ZXgsGl2jILLGmwl7cHHpY1cM9r4pIs8Me-NlL8QXqBoMY5KXbMgR_7MsFHY8cjFb744GNdx7Bt0CI6-euTYEAobZUm7mx4ZPAWGiKbz2Gd-Z6Suwh2qntzWgNJpqJ1S3M/s1600/DSC_0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418667767645889362" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyyZzRD-Ugb1w9bYs6dKgk878I9M4xXmp6LZT5H4PHZZ_1od4MUkCN75p3dUFPRros0FqH96HdjXCwXBof-qDSNLOmYL73uulRAwefDbuFlJuj-JSYucBx_sOqxTKzyIcP27foSDnHe3k/s1600-h/3372423615_b8d5de51d3_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyyZzRD-Ugb1w9bYs6dKgk878I9M4xXmp6LZT5H4PHZZ_1od4MUkCN75p3dUFPRros0FqH96HdjXCwXBof-qDSNLOmYL73uulRAwefDbuFlJuj-JSYucBx_sOqxTKzyIcP27foSDnHe3k/s1600/3372423615_b8d5de51d3_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418667506177570514" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQQaFZyhk4txuf6BMMdEJDbufYhsVENNmLqmsrv2dhyN4j1mBRsdfelhBfyH8uqBlS3_7N3ZTuwNXSB9aZQA941-WAVMpaHm2eyWD3HLfbzxClzj0JA34L5XpMCjxpTTgnXAr6L-4oJV8/s1600-h/DSC_0086.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQQaFZyhk4txuf6BMMdEJDbufYhsVENNmLqmsrv2dhyN4j1mBRsdfelhBfyH8uqBlS3_7N3ZTuwNXSB9aZQA941-WAVMpaHm2eyWD3HLfbzxClzj0JA34L5XpMCjxpTTgnXAr6L-4oJV8/s1600/DSC_0086.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418667591104920738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="640" height="505"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UjsXo9l6I8&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0UjsXo9l6I8&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"></embed></object></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-4522008806009437092009-12-20T15:33:00.004-05:002009-12-20T15:50:26.873-05:00Snow Day!<div>I cannot begin to describe how amusing it was to watch this dog experiencing her first snow day. Hazel, welcome to winter. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS9aCAvkPsENj868osywlAYNS7-8gQbiy1wYbR4CrXHR0kddO_0JTaI5yeUOMCsCYSsJMeaXBDTB3H5ov_0VpGME5yP5EQQUyMf-Xzoq7xctQml-wNJ_e4ddz4VCGC44PYfoZFq2V8Ad4/s1600-h/DSC_0073.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS9aCAvkPsENj868osywlAYNS7-8gQbiy1wYbR4CrXHR0kddO_0JTaI5yeUOMCsCYSsJMeaXBDTB3H5ov_0VpGME5yP5EQQUyMf-Xzoq7xctQml-wNJ_e4ddz4VCGC44PYfoZFq2V8Ad4/s1600/DSC_0073.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417419565465110322" /></a>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-19086703162542986602009-12-19T17:53:00.001-05:002010-03-14T01:34:40.317-05:00Pura VidaWhat better way to combat the winter blues during the first snowstorm of the season than by looking back to warmer and sunnier times when winter and work were thousands of miles away and your only concern was whether to apply SPF 45 or 70.<br /><br /><br />Time spent lying on the beach<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8EiaE6QMUvaTZEeiAfTFBAw-dDNZtJr-Ekx1iK5YLJspPqwIodQnmB2JsvO1BFp997wAQh9TfhyphenhyphenlvMiw-JrHFMCA1tvLTpw-sOKbAYbIvryGyS2aqpPtbZcqPtjXGPP2uimI14QiOfw/s1600-h/DSC_0178.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 650px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417101787788697122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8EiaE6QMUvaTZEeiAfTFBAw-dDNZtJr-Ekx1iK5YLJspPqwIodQnmB2JsvO1BFp997wAQh9TfhyphenhyphenlvMiw-JrHFMCA1tvLTpw-sOKbAYbIvryGyS2aqpPtbZcqPtjXGPP2uimI14QiOfw/s1600/DSC_0178.jpg" /></a> watching the sun move across the sky, palm trees silhouetted above my head,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOKCJCfn-ZwLVfBvXftCUtksCdTSyxBFcjylRRPsaZ9iIdJ9un5xqNM_AIkbznPNbn3x4E84V6X7IbopzLQMW3x0Ankk9Ru_TcG-IT5QC3NlUWH_5zFf2_ssqhNC89xqjY3ZAKASdVoo/s1600-h/DSC_0180.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 650px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417102343924461746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOKCJCfn-ZwLVfBvXftCUtksCdTSyxBFcjylRRPsaZ9iIdJ9un5xqNM_AIkbznPNbn3x4E84V6X7IbopzLQMW3x0Ankk9Ru_TcG-IT5QC3NlUWH_5zFf2_ssqhNC89xqjY3ZAKASdVoo/s1600/DSC_0180.jpg" /></a> <div><div>enjoying plenty of good laughs with good friends.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fhj2khKvMfGAQ_OshKaAiFZuLeuhLvXRhIh3VZP3kAfWRjF8aYKVsqhBE8QioldYl3Ri61-kjjWLpHep7Q8bjpboTGOkRsImVYH8xvIpRW7OQo_qnEScaQnBbS4GIi8A5J4R4ZsRN9Q/s1600-h/DSC_0328.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 650px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417101904703069666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fhj2khKvMfGAQ_OshKaAiFZuLeuhLvXRhIh3VZP3kAfWRjF8aYKVsqhBE8QioldYl3Ri61-kjjWLpHep7Q8bjpboTGOkRsImVYH8xvIpRW7OQo_qnEScaQnBbS4GIi8A5J4R4ZsRN9Q/s1600/DSC_0328.jpg" /></a></div><div>Perhaps with just a dash of adventure,</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGgq62oHQhMW5GKlcekLEZVIq2GswkR61cj_aJyJOawjPkQ-1bctEf7PY6TBv32P_5qCdvKggsAzrHEpum-jycSJgnPwrxPLGwvNjGX2qGiEnhpLsKGfIntuNsEw7yKAaY6ZHG6YOwd4I/s1600-h/DSC_0032.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 650px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417101597710310418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGgq62oHQhMW5GKlcekLEZVIq2GswkR61cj_aJyJOawjPkQ-1bctEf7PY6TBv32P_5qCdvKggsAzrHEpum-jycSJgnPwrxPLGwvNjGX2qGiEnhpLsKGfIntuNsEw7yKAaY6ZHG6YOwd4I/s1600/DSC_0032.jpg" /></a>and the thrill of learning a new skill (or attempting to learn a skill and falling off the surfboard a whole lot in the process).</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8sN1MNz2R_nqpQA1MpavGVKTAxs4-u6ahud6yE0Vt6NvQiAsLhCRm6B4MUzcajCB1YvrmA09emoOgAHLxGVeVShlTvXY46mYa2FX7Y5saeQZD2Xw_c7DuP_Xj3n0tDIlmkFIhs0QZMvw/s1600-h/DSC_0065.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 650px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417101692969262290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8sN1MNz2R_nqpQA1MpavGVKTAxs4-u6ahud6yE0Vt6NvQiAsLhCRm6B4MUzcajCB1YvrmA09emoOgAHLxGVeVShlTvXY46mYa2FX7Y5saeQZD2Xw_c7DuP_Xj3n0tDIlmkFIhs0QZMvw/s1600/DSC_0065.jpg" /></a></div><div>And of course, there were those moments of absolute hilarity, the memory of which will bring smiles for years to come. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgSm-NXPeCpjFYb8n-Dq5HdgCMYyXTtKG5UoUSMKKt-0fDp0mpILM4eMwaclPkLSZWJqngS0Ar3kcj1776QpFgwA7FJh30h63g3qO_Ifhud-wZrjVRDU9ORMMm25s6ePGWpY3187owffg/s1600-h/DSC_0249.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 650px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417102052908988610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgSm-NXPeCpjFYb8n-Dq5HdgCMYyXTtKG5UoUSMKKt-0fDp0mpILM4eMwaclPkLSZWJqngS0Ar3kcj1776QpFgwA7FJh30h63g3qO_Ifhud-wZrjVRDU9ORMMm25s6ePGWpY3187owffg/s1600/DSC_0249.jpg" /></a></div><div>Frankly, as I sit here at my computer with the snow falling outside and my tan fading faster than fifteen minutes of fame, it all seems a little like a dream.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAMZkCeIs78b0ZYT4tRuu_83flahtxjtE0jbM-FXHlCBUftkvJX6F9pI_4ArevsJpffnW7RXajLYcU3k_RRy0LMfm8r_03b4pQ57vbo39F1Ry-MKNsyCuHI13hDe0pD_rpbSRBtAo9uFc/s1600-h/DSC_0193.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 650px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417102274104611218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAMZkCeIs78b0ZYT4tRuu_83flahtxjtE0jbM-FXHlCBUftkvJX6F9pI_4ArevsJpffnW7RXajLYcU3k_RRy0LMfm8r_03b4pQ57vbo39F1Ry-MKNsyCuHI13hDe0pD_rpbSRBtAo9uFc/s1600/DSC_0193.jpg" /></a></div></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-38519053100723815912009-12-09T10:14:00.002-05:002010-04-27T20:07:44.792-04:00Flash Fall<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkqtE0r0u4mnTSV3l5ZzwjTPO87LAJ0ru9u2d8Krp1nG6xpqVdLamv3LOYayjMOMN7ek2JCmZbRcrtJPptutrDbnKWSHIIENO74lNUrc1sC3vhohICaoW2e1FkygjZC1vkOFWhipdEorM/s1600/DSC_0083.jpg"></a>What happened to fall this year? By the time I noticed the temperature start to drop and headed to the Catskills for some woodsy hiking and fall foliage photography, the leaves had already fallen.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpq8YGsZvv-SC9TKTa7x4hzVVRhz9lkoHlLDpkU3Zv5OaxtbAJJxpRukP6qR4pwG2oVFiAKou2_89su4ZfZlcCp0w0rqt1U3SWCp4HtRLeKIGZQGuJi0eNYlduEiAiGgahhpHtRpv6zEw/s1600/DSC_0176.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407508200858492498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 650px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpq8YGsZvv-SC9TKTa7x4hzVVRhz9lkoHlLDpkU3Zv5OaxtbAJJxpRukP6qR4pwG2oVFiAKou2_89su4ZfZlcCp0w0rqt1U3SWCp4HtRLeKIGZQGuJi0eNYlduEiAiGgahhpHtRpv6zEw/s1600/DSC_0176.jpg" border="0" /></a> Now that I'm getting around to posting the photos (just a few weeks later, truly!), we have already had our first snow of the winter and streets are bedecked with Christmas lights.<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRFOWA6sPRsCWZVc7u-JnMir0h87ROQstwQTN8gdu8j4os5VOtaeGyi87aXchylPTfYI_eTZfa8j_ETxASF65gG-b00bohDPpFXsTpmG9qZWATWWThbjs5SdyKTUUNaVeGYA7RmIC683o/s1600/DSC_0172.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407507428025571666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 650px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRFOWA6sPRsCWZVc7u-JnMir0h87ROQstwQTN8gdu8j4os5VOtaeGyi87aXchylPTfYI_eTZfa8j_ETxASF65gG-b00bohDPpFXsTpmG9qZWATWWThbjs5SdyKTUUNaVeGYA7RmIC683o/s800/DSC_0172.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>There wasn't nearly enough time to properly enjoy lightweight coats and tweedy skirts, pumpkin bread and mountains of apples and all other things that feel like fall. How did it manage to pass me by? Next year I must pay more attention.</p>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-59663843462682857172009-11-23T20:54:00.016-05:002009-11-23T22:12:40.905-05:00A November Collection<div style="text-align: left;">In my many hours of trawling the Internet, flitting from one link to the next, I often happen across a photograph, an item of clothing, a piece of furniture or something else that strikes my fancy. Typically I tuck those links away with the intent to revisit them later when I need a little inspiration or a gift idea.</div><div><br /></div><div>With all the holiday gift lists I see popping up left and right now that 'tis the season, I thought it might be nice to share a few of the things I've enjoyed in the past few months. Things that might be just right for that special someone you know. </div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For the host or hostess:</span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0lWWn1BuUqArluEF0bKuQAhMpNw4lXlLlYBsH0jvNhipwi69QEl73foTiZSs14dRSQYQqNQrfolWIWiJcq6IsXcCyZl65aN8tMZL5Q6vDH-xmzMgizHhjrDy_o3Q-c208CU__5tTWIL8/s1600/gourd+round+sq.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0lWWn1BuUqArluEF0bKuQAhMpNw4lXlLlYBsH0jvNhipwi69QEl73foTiZSs14dRSQYQqNQrfolWIWiJcq6IsXcCyZl65aN8tMZL5Q6vDH-xmzMgizHhjrDy_o3Q-c208CU__5tTWIL8/s400/gourd+round+sq.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407488958166375330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 275px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><a href="http://gleena.com/item.php?item_id=12&category_id=1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">gleena ceramics</span></span></a></div><div><br /></div></div><div>For the friend who likes a little whimsy in her wardrobe:</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIn_n80Wa_WpDsL5QFoHnN5yTPPcBm_9UTLE5SMkp-wyv2QZpjlUrVScw0PgizF5sznVLKLWfM8FkgrPBMLp7nToEmmbB7QNCkVo2lEA_d4gju0F6fNvC5Gx7THoVeMPHyXxgqdrgDmlc/s1600/acorn+necklace.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIn_n80Wa_WpDsL5QFoHnN5yTPPcBm_9UTLE5SMkp-wyv2QZpjlUrVScw0PgizF5sznVLKLWfM8FkgrPBMLp7nToEmmbB7QNCkVo2lEA_d4gju0F6fNvC5Gx7THoVeMPHyXxgqdrgDmlc/s400/acorn+necklace.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407485643781302978" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=33228833"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">crave jewelry design</span></span></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO3onPSWiXjn0xZCBBNs2QTl4B2qNUGJTDWAP1XRNdG2JvgKn-KlMwVmYRsVM8i5_GcDbMoiJh6eOKpiw9p3A8YuIoys3pTI91P-bV1hVDdI_D1L9IQ6CwMY0aSCRYmJxlCEgpK06Lc_0/s1600/headband.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO3onPSWiXjn0xZCBBNs2QTl4B2qNUGJTDWAP1XRNdG2JvgKn-KlMwVmYRsVM8i5_GcDbMoiJh6eOKpiw9p3A8YuIoys3pTI91P-bV1hVDdI_D1L9IQ6CwMY0aSCRYmJxlCEgpK06Lc_0/s400/headband.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407486347160111346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://store.bambako.com/product/sugar-lane"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">bambako</span></span></a></div><div><br /></div><div>For the many friends who have little ones on the way:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4xZ7gV-rqL9kYDwzWdcxFHtuJ1f6nylb_5Dz_FNAzGnUUaKMmhjQCExmCxyguGFJtvyxI7IWddlj01JBH7WgYfwlZX1GV-I662khu6y7yKgeaPfRcebaoO3jPGEtxB0Ota2Q5L-2vok/s1600/baby+tile.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4xZ7gV-rqL9kYDwzWdcxFHtuJ1f6nylb_5Dz_FNAzGnUUaKMmhjQCExmCxyguGFJtvyxI7IWddlj01JBH7WgYfwlZX1GV-I662khu6y7yKgeaPfRcebaoO3jPGEtxB0Ota2Q5L-2vok/s400/baby+tile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407487158935141042" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><a href="http://www.theinglenookdecor.com/Antiqued_Baby_Tile_p/abbt.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">antiqued baby tile, The Inglenook Deco</span></span></a><a href="http://www.theinglenookdecor.com/Antiqued_Baby_Tile_p/abbt.htm"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">r</span></span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">For the photographer in your life:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnLR7SRmSjZJIDF-om_pigBe46zAfUff7gUrd2JjiNRPSiXkV-n5uxszQRf7VDGRTuoijgVJzMqi7MCaQESweKNt8yq8hOq1Kla0k_UGc3I0brQIQPaQcFWBEfzUq0PQGbctecY0b-yGs/s1600/diana.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnLR7SRmSjZJIDF-om_pigBe46zAfUff7gUrd2JjiNRPSiXkV-n5uxszQRf7VDGRTuoijgVJzMqi7MCaQESweKNt8yq8hOq1Kla0k_UGc3I0brQIQPaQcFWBEfzUq0PQGbctecY0b-yGs/s400/diana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407490144004304722" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.urbanoutfitters.com/urban/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=14548796&navAction=jump&isProduct=true&parentid=MORE%20IDEAS&isProduct=true&cross-sell=true&guide-bn=true"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">lomography diana dreamer camera</span></span></a></div></span><br /><div>For the colleague whose desk could use a little brightening up: </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY0pijpvxBNlBypJFio9XnQnFlGIbxx0CVbAOuC1FveWrJOfKl8e249museaeudF9ovmNtwOmU6g6hTaHRCn5UnTnnp6GsDyg0uZo6sGFkMxJkkTVb24ebe9U_cC9H9mVUZgNZf0tR6AM/s1600/mendicino_slender_pigeon_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY0pijpvxBNlBypJFio9XnQnFlGIbxx0CVbAOuC1FveWrJOfKl8e249museaeudF9ovmNtwOmU6g6hTaHRCn5UnTnnp6GsDyg0uZo6sGFkMxJkkTVb24ebe9U_cC9H9mVUZgNZf0tR6AM/s400/mendicino_slender_pigeon_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407491605307438386" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://threepotatofourshop.com/item/Ceramic-Skinny-Bird-Vase/1545/c17"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">three potato four</span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For the adorable niece who lives much too far away: </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAJqN4EZ75I4kvV_VjpxLCWsBfV2lokcAh7E6uFnh74y_qUYeVaNJp4vuhXc3cW2qRxHnT_qDLAqsUJCpvxUa1k2zCCQy9g_rWMyddHtweTSJ8FzCxXS2lDBnw9eedNLTRs7wfLBHU_6s/s400/pram.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407493214488841986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 302px; " /></span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.alltheluckintheworld.nl/en/product.php?id=104&page=3&dir=images/producten/images/a-thumb"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">doll's pram, all the luck in the world</span></span></a></div><br />For the husband who owns a state-of-the-art ping pong paddle: <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_CTW3Qk2d-M6yB2zDGswUOLimXp2vpMIiZaxTrW3doM7HpaBaEAnb6PxYbTC4wijZBNMz4GI1nMr0FL24-nJpWi4dx_SYXdnjXUiEnN3PtnrkUYH6pbRWkG-GvGO5dE6IU2lRXpJ4W7Q/s1600/ping+pong.png"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 342px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_CTW3Qk2d-M6yB2zDGswUOLimXp2vpMIiZaxTrW3doM7HpaBaEAnb6PxYbTC4wijZBNMz4GI1nMr0FL24-nJpWi4dx_SYXdnjXUiEnN3PtnrkUYH6pbRWkG-GvGO5dE6IU2lRXpJ4W7Q/s400/ping+pong.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407497331831057282" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.curiosityshoppeonline.com/ditapiposet.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the curiosity shoppe</span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div>And finally, for yourself, as a reminder of the beauty in the everyday: <div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB4Oj-1qiw43Y_n5KIUm7kjKGopmr-AakrxEP1klOj0gDVeAYVIio9G89n_xtRXc5lxN_yVjGAF2zQhNN9E_LHI0EnR1sdB7ox8Qe67aI9CLmpmh6VASMa31G-4tD1EcyAOZ2OLBRslXw/s1600/onmontague.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB4Oj-1qiw43Y_n5KIUm7kjKGopmr-AakrxEP1klOj0gDVeAYVIio9G89n_xtRXc5lxN_yVjGAF2zQhNN9E_LHI0EnR1sdB7ox8Qe67aI9CLmpmh6VASMa31G-4tD1EcyAOZ2OLBRslXw/s400/onmontague.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407499675420445218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/calendar/on-montague-calendar-2010/6028665"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">2010 calendar, on montague</span></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(and visit <a href="http://www.onmontague.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Amy's blog </span></a>to enter a giveaway for one of this lovely calendars!)</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I must say it has been quite a bit of fun putting this collection together. I think I just may make it a monthly exercise.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Note: If you think I might have found an item via your blog, which may well be the case, please let me know and I will give proper credit for the find!</i></span></div></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-30298437686663302052009-11-21T00:52:00.001-05:002009-11-21T01:53:01.157-05:00Just Can't Get Enough<div>We all know that there is loads of fun to be had with <a href="http://www.flickr.com"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Flickr</span></a>, but have you seen <i><a href="http://labs.ideeinc.com/multicolr/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">this website</span></a></i><i>? </i></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTQVkwZKrA6ayQM9jlPcQBr2j8SG3ogxlnWil5mkhyphenhyphenGMQs7P5-f6sAVkrXodQs4KaEAaQgFXv3c-gxXBw5p5z2afL86C0iyiPMkUxy6_9ZRpaY_zVJWD9tUAoK3DbQ3P1ZlxX3s9t8QJk/s1600/bluepink.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTQVkwZKrA6ayQM9jlPcQBr2j8SG3ogxlnWil5mkhyphenhyphenGMQs7P5-f6sAVkrXodQs4KaEAaQgFXv3c-gxXBw5p5z2afL86C0iyiPMkUxy6_9ZRpaY_zVJWD9tUAoK3DbQ3P1ZlxX3s9t8QJk/s1600/bluepink.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406441038417379954" /></a><div>Be forewarned. It's a little addictive. One could easily while away an indecent amount of time experimenting with color combinations if she were so inclined. </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjex0o8ODyVBJcqR5-t_TM_jzaRkm4nkOcb1mJvOWsCvVkgnV9o6YAyaPmTs6NDDFC1HXJWe1A4Yx9Xt2vxjKg0RV0eCi6Iz38Zmnvg4Wyq5WiAOZ8Ryw1y8dDcSLoF6SpYchzInKv_2PM/s1600/yellowgreen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjex0o8ODyVBJcqR5-t_TM_jzaRkm4nkOcb1mJvOWsCvVkgnV9o6YAyaPmTs6NDDFC1HXJWe1A4Yx9Xt2vxjKg0RV0eCi6Iz38Zmnvg4Wyq5WiAOZ8Ryw1y8dDcSLoF6SpYchzInKv_2PM/s1600/yellowgreen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406441301463242690" /></a>These shots come from the magical mix of photos that <a href="http://www.flickr.com"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Flickr</span></a> spun out for me today.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDE8NvDHtICP313_8RzOE0I1sudj7uDKUEUSmRPxURdk5I8yyhFrVzVgmia82c6Y4aSeF4sfRXuol9xcFT38wvUdHDoOLIguA1WOtV-Dy1YrtEV0jbq8vjZmex1JH0Xm1qhRyaoxFxj1A/s1600/purpleblue.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDE8NvDHtICP313_8RzOE0I1sudj7uDKUEUSmRPxURdk5I8yyhFrVzVgmia82c6Y4aSeF4sfRXuol9xcFT38wvUdHDoOLIguA1WOtV-Dy1YrtEV0jbq8vjZmex1JH0Xm1qhRyaoxFxj1A/s1600/purpleblue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406441226778854354" /></a></div>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-13370261178421624762009-11-12T22:01:00.015-05:002009-11-12T22:16:16.301-05:00MontaukThere is something special about visiting the beach in the off-season.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6SNRa1qapBVdSH1WgYp1txN2Deid_g3dBGHBTDxfPNM4CDXwd5LdTHNw0uCB-6Hh4Ji-AIGC62fVMSloOEkJiJiJ3Op0gShjkgwfPR3V2gy9CFcZwKLrE5qFEwDn0_Iudsc90S_BQmFQ/s1600-h/DSC_0147.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6SNRa1qapBVdSH1WgYp1txN2Deid_g3dBGHBTDxfPNM4CDXwd5LdTHNw0uCB-6Hh4Ji-AIGC62fVMSloOEkJiJiJ3Op0gShjkgwfPR3V2gy9CFcZwKLrE5qFEwDn0_Iudsc90S_BQmFQ/s1600/DSC_0147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403420883475516834" /></a><br />Perhaps it's the wide open vistas of windswept sand and bleached driftwood without a soul in sight.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVejQm2a8hVTdPvAqQzNpm0bonY1AXQN_GCNX1QBU1vGq5Xp3PMBSH8G6q3ik8v92Mx8x57l3-cBsilJ32kuJcHjHvR_z5NqUAT9884_1MpTcz_H9vFPwvSs0HmzUBNrIGS3W_xJQJM1o/s1600-h/DSC_0153.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVejQm2a8hVTdPvAqQzNpm0bonY1AXQN_GCNX1QBU1vGq5Xp3PMBSH8G6q3ik8v92Mx8x57l3-cBsilJ32kuJcHjHvR_z5NqUAT9884_1MpTcz_H9vFPwvSs0HmzUBNrIGS3W_xJQJM1o/s1600/DSC_0153.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403421056606390178" /></a><br />The thrill of solitude after months spent in close quarters with millions of other New Yorkers. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkv2uyFSLtWcIerdFN1LYdNkb6e73830ki_QeI-UYZ02XapZyTrGYrSz1dFExLDg-otGi09IEf4jnIuC6_UtqLPin3p65VLPW03cNkKgXW5jjgk3OMYrLPc0i_lDP1-gCcKPDn9vkJp2k/s1600-h/DSC_0121-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkv2uyFSLtWcIerdFN1LYdNkb6e73830ki_QeI-UYZ02XapZyTrGYrSz1dFExLDg-otGi09IEf4jnIuC6_UtqLPin3p65VLPW03cNkKgXW5jjgk3OMYrLPc0i_lDP1-gCcKPDn9vkJp2k/s1600/DSC_0121-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403421253770226402" /></a><br />And, of course, what can compare with the joy of feeling the wind in your hair and sand beneath your paws?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLGNopGZlFJoxIlovvYS3sv744pFJYTO6HSQlutIJfFpanm3n5J8NeW-pOeDUIgiucy1oBMqikQwqeEigSptSXOBn5OehH8cXmk7XEReJ5qLNRxj10S_E5fv0Eqq0jcqDqfWa3xMzkehE/s1600-h/DSC_0117.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLGNopGZlFJoxIlovvYS3sv744pFJYTO6HSQlutIJfFpanm3n5J8NeW-pOeDUIgiucy1oBMqikQwqeEigSptSXOBn5OehH8cXmk7XEReJ5qLNRxj10S_E5fv0Eqq0jcqDqfWa3xMzkehE/s1600/DSC_0117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403421448142090370" /></a>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-54861732912986288202009-08-22T10:25:00.008-04:002009-08-22T16:42:24.810-04:00Turquoise<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil02-saru_IX4uR7VD5VeTq_GFndbFWPLSTlHibhbvPnIIAita7bfTrro6RXkthUw7KWoJRCKHCdpuUlkJ6-kKSqIw3-wF17Jt9tj-L8RiiSw8D_vv-PYaSmANYS5L1Uk2nHqA0Pn3Mzs/s1600-h/turquoise+mosaic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil02-saru_IX4uR7VD5VeTq_GFndbFWPLSTlHibhbvPnIIAita7bfTrro6RXkthUw7KWoJRCKHCdpuUlkJ6-kKSqIw3-wF17Jt9tj-L8RiiSw8D_vv-PYaSmANYS5L1Uk2nHqA0Pn3Mzs/s1600/turquoise+mosaic.jpg" width="700px" /></a></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">1. </span></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/haani/1231137264/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">Grass on turquoise</span></span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">, 2. </span></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/84265607@N00/3615585659/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">Turquoise</span></span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">, 3. </span></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/janetlittle/471666116/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">Mosaic in Turquoise and Rust</span></span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">, 4. </span></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/miekevos/512484804/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">Lady of Turquoise</span></span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">, 5. </span></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jstalusphotographs/2984728657/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">turquoise Cuff 2</span></span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">, 6. </span></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14089830@N00/3641649231/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">turquoise and cream</span></span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">, 7. </span></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/nanaiis/75570033/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">Terra cotta - Turquoise</span></span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">, 8. </span></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/scurvyknaves/837927260/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">Turquoise door - Albuquerque Old Town</span></span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">, 9. </span></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/geekmom/126950457/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">Turquoise Tunnel Silhouette</span></span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">, 10. </span></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lorytravelforever/2436556786/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">Ma che vuole questa???</span></span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">, 11. </span></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/marahm/3194510718/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">Firstborn</span></span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">, 12. </span></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8280410@N04/2283253675/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">my new turquoise sidetable.....</span></span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">, 13. </span></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/orangelica/2260929929/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">turquoise and gold</span></span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">, 14. </span></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/katcolorado/2054061067/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">three leaves on turquoise</span></span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">, 15. </span></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/janetlittle/437962942/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">Oxidation in Turquoise</span></span></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">, 16. </span></span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tejanita25/3418342260/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #073763;">Turquoise Dream</span></span></a><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">There is just something about the color turquoise that makes me think of sunny skies, salty ocean breezes, the soft rustle of palm trees and a tall glass of something frosty. </span><br />
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What about you? What colors evoke a picture in your mind?Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-88956497361590312102009-08-20T12:23:00.003-04:002009-08-20T19:26:08.407-04:00Summer in the City: The High Line<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9tCV1SvmT08IU1NU2KXL5G7pf5KVo_IdbyqkMNsD2lZah-JC4fm6dzwW2ng-fk_LExm537JAxezWktNJ0lOIn4iWB195cSBxjKPs4oc9jlrDZWN_-GL7MFFHYTn7kYGrKHqLaaqKj1oQ/s1600-h/DSC_0189.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369297042604806914" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 700px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9tCV1SvmT08IU1NU2KXL5G7pf5KVo_IdbyqkMNsD2lZah-JC4fm6dzwW2ng-fk_LExm537JAxezWktNJ0lOIn4iWB195cSBxjKPs4oc9jlrDZWN_-GL7MFFHYTn7kYGrKHqLaaqKj1oQ/s1600/DSC_0189.jpg" border="0" /></a>One of the last things I ever expected to see winding through the rooftops of lower Manhattan--about level with the pigeons, power lines and escaped helium balloons--is a pathway bordered with prairie grasses and wildflowers, but New York City never ceases to amaze.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3KiX7MKR_hO2wa-RqciyxZWvscuSlh6XA05KXM2e1kR54we_fb-AL2Kk1CoDUnncbkON7-aYg6SaLDGedDcr6DajsT-4utsbv_on8gCmVvFeWWWJN5auDWKXvjhPkQO2XmaF8W3U7DQ/s1600-h/DSC_0151.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369296909943194834" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 700px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR3KiX7MKR_hO2wa-RqciyxZWvscuSlh6XA05KXM2e1kR54we_fb-AL2Kk1CoDUnncbkON7-aYg6SaLDGedDcr6DajsT-4utsbv_on8gCmVvFeWWWJN5auDWKXvjhPkQO2XmaF8W3U7DQ/s1600/DSC_0151.jpg" border="0" /></a><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" href="http://www.thehighline.org/">The High Line</a> is an abandoned elevated train track that has been refurbished and landscaped and opened to city dwellers for strolling, watching the sun set over the Hudson River, and yes, even napping.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_BBg5yZLOwHPr9VYihhU5QqvhvFDQql3nxosuNDCL-f-5xsXlJ_kfmYOvNud62LkT1hbrWNHrGxhJ1ALcJiwXblVB3NgD6X8iohP9mkvmi9TQ-_v9_pKletIqvrliZ9C4Zskl7Jklrbc/s1600-h/DSC_0126.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369296685131553058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 700px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_BBg5yZLOwHPr9VYihhU5QqvhvFDQql3nxosuNDCL-f-5xsXlJ_kfmYOvNud62LkT1hbrWNHrGxhJ1ALcJiwXblVB3NgD6X8iohP9mkvmi9TQ-_v9_pKletIqvrliZ9C4Zskl7Jklrbc/s1600/DSC_0126.jpg" border="0" /></a>The old train tracks have been preserved and the landscaping makes it appear as if nature has begun to reassert herself, eclipsing the rusty leftovers of the modern world. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTPUYhHd-InWNVsLJlieajgXTW4t56FbA7DUDKfrCwr2VYrzq_H8O4NoXK3Nc_xBmny9hxRoL9VIDIZRzTI-X6AXQTP_fCbITpkhgKHxyGBMo_lDrxyPdMJBolKYT5gbX5K_pYhDSxGQQ/s1600-h/DSC_0139.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369296795493228210" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 700px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTPUYhHd-InWNVsLJlieajgXTW4t56FbA7DUDKfrCwr2VYrzq_H8O4NoXK3Nc_xBmny9hxRoL9VIDIZRzTI-X6AXQTP_fCbITpkhgKHxyGBMo_lDrxyPdMJBolKYT5gbX5K_pYhDSxGQQ/s1600/DSC_0139.jpg" border="0" /></a>As you walk, the bustle of the city dims to a low hum. If you listen carefully, you can actually hear songbirds. And somehow, (though you know you must be dreaming this one) it feels like you might even be breathing fresh air.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdL1XkT8xY4xuxDOjgy3F_l8opj-D1pV__DGduOguVhGy22YHnwtw7xGz6n7lX6rcyZ3woaqqweM-KL_WowdfvgKgk3Ud5nonGwYY1VqORoPkQ_O1NMJFMemLLFs300IJo2ebDXy1Dd2o/s1600-h/DSC_0066.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369294561633314514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 700px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdL1XkT8xY4xuxDOjgy3F_l8opj-D1pV__DGduOguVhGy22YHnwtw7xGz6n7lX6rcyZ3woaqqweM-KL_WowdfvgKgk3Ud5nonGwYY1VqORoPkQ_O1NMJFMemLLFs300IJo2ebDXy1Dd2o/s1600/DSC_0066.jpg" border="0" /></a>A few more photos <a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/esabet/sets/72157622097103952/">here</a>.Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768719118661832791.post-7279610590660701402009-08-10T00:24:00.005-04:002009-11-12T22:26:06.309-05:00Summer in the City: Times SquareTimes Square might just be my least favorite spot in New York City. Noisy, crowded and full of tourists taking those leisurely strolls that are so foreign to speedy city walkers, I usually just keep my head down and try to dodge the human traffic as I walk through the neighborhood as fast as I possibly can.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFlrGzAy3YxS6R4s9ZlylcVTT6KmrHoN46T36WBA71wXMX5TZIL8U52TfcfTYJamAzspoW-3BrjeRKwjHO4e9c9RXB2HoVnmmdKasdlP7HoDhsmtSJGDIu6fmW3JjF4MaLYQpuLsHMVn4/s1600-h/DSC_0042.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFlrGzAy3YxS6R4s9ZlylcVTT6KmrHoN46T36WBA71wXMX5TZIL8U52TfcfTYJamAzspoW-3BrjeRKwjHO4e9c9RXB2HoVnmmdKasdlP7HoDhsmtSJGDIu6fmW3JjF4MaLYQpuLsHMVn4/s1600/DSC_0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366702241773975058" border="0" /></a><p><br />Nonetheless, Times Square is the picture many bring to mind when they imagine this fair city. It's where the ball drops to ring in the new year. It's the classic movie scene-setter--that image that tells us "Aha, now we're in New York City!" When someone hums "Start spreading the news...." don't you visualize those Broadway lights that make Times Square so famous?</p><br /><br /><table width="100%"><tbody><tr><td><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7uPSv1bJhNXJ70FvtPh-75TqJbAkAot3WW2-Ek4JY-6hrlqc9mkzUsbztZ0VS2UMQ3j8TgLDuDh-tciqHP4yBzTta-sRTiUmlerjBJhA3j8dIyIj-Hc_PXJU7OhSVvR6tqsIGsV3eXRg/s1600-h/DSC_0048.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7uPSv1bJhNXJ70FvtPh-75TqJbAkAot3WW2-Ek4JY-6hrlqc9mkzUsbztZ0VS2UMQ3j8TgLDuDh-tciqHP4yBzTta-sRTiUmlerjBJhA3j8dIyIj-Hc_PXJU7OhSVvR6tqsIGsV3eXRg/s800/DSC_0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366702056422757378" border="0" /></a></td><td><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYOorTjhlbyteS7rUE3eNzZN_-cyfbeLX9y-ad897HX-jw5aG7GPonof55WqTvC7PaUSOZh3CDpN32t8G2McYZzeA6unjOtPKV05ZhQjpeEYpBUmiaAHL4t8RdmdkCCN_vHcJ6oJowKg/s1600-h/DSC_0034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYOorTjhlbyteS7rUE3eNzZN_-cyfbeLX9y-ad897HX-jw5aG7GPonof55WqTvC7PaUSOZh3CDpN32t8G2McYZzeA6unjOtPKV05ZhQjpeEYpBUmiaAHL4t8RdmdkCCN_vHcJ6oJowKg/s800/DSC_0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366701981739951282" border="0" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><p>For that reason, a couple of weekends ago when I was passing through the sweaty crush of Times Square, I decided to stop. Stop dodging and weaving through the tourists. Stop ducking to avoid people selling me I (heart) NY T-shirts. Stop saying "No, I'm not interested..." to anyone and everyone who approached me about anything and everything. I just stopped. I took it in. I tried to remember that, pretty soon, I won't be in this city anymore and I had better start appreciating, even the things I typically avoid.<br /><br />The lights, the color, the sheer overwhelming visual stimulation assaulting you from every side. That is Times Square.</p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhASdBZspSgAKKXKutn5Xh2cd3owAIgbdhSnpNJ3tyX6wXu9lnVpV855FaloE-KLfzmxp9_KEKyDY5p5pmm_z_LnTr02mWD6NxVXKX4uAfymaxvsxBhsGDOqD1Pz6kj2sJwG29HYSWNhzw/s1600-h/DSC_0037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 650px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhASdBZspSgAKKXKutn5Xh2cd3owAIgbdhSnpNJ3tyX6wXu9lnVpV855FaloE-KLfzmxp9_KEKyDY5p5pmm_z_LnTr02mWD6NxVXKX4uAfymaxvsxBhsGDOqD1Pz6kj2sJwG29HYSWNhzw/s1600/DSC_0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368571468093429842" border="0" /></a><p>Perhaps it was because I was with a first-time visitor to New York who was in awe of everything we passed. Perhaps I was on a high inspired by the Broadway musical we had just seen. Perhaps I need to stop and appreciate more often. But for a few moments that one evening, Times Square seemed pretty incredible.</p>Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05334969603318926031noreply@blogger.com7