Dusting My Brain: Back Like a Bad Dream

January 11, 2006

Back Like a Bad Dream

Heh, I love that line.

Meanwhile back at the funny farm, I took off (as noted January 9) and went to meet the newest little critter... I mean member of my humble family. I suppose I thought of him as a critter since my mom refers to him as the "little monkey," whatever that means. Anyhow, whilst meeting the 2-week-old, I caught myself descending into that thing some of us do when we encounter the little folks -- (don't lie, you know you do too) -- baby talk. Do we do this because we think the kid might have a clue, or do we do it because we don't want to exercise our lungs the way the kid is and you think you've burst (bust?) an eardrum or two? Beats me. I stopped the minute I started... baby talking, that is.

I brought the new camera along and when I had enough of that ear-splitting noise that erupted from that tiny little person, I snapped away. He was not cooperative. Not one photograph where the tiny tot was looking at the photographer. What's up with THAT!?! Nope, in every shot he's looking elsewhere, screaming his head off, exhausted from feeding at mom's breast, asleep or just silently pooping in his diaper. Yup, that's what they do - eat, sleep, poop.

After this lovely visit with the new nephew, I returned to mom's house where I planted three trees. Yup, that's what I did - took the shovel out of the garage, dug the holes, shoved the trees into the holes, covered it up with dirt and voila! done. Luckily for me, the trees I had been asked to plant back in December had been stored in the garage. Luckily for me yesterday was a splendid day and the frozen tundra of mom's yard had softened quite a bit. Unluckily for me there was no mulch in the garage. Oh well. Good intentions and all that. We'll see if anything sprouts in a year or two, oh and I cut back the fig tree, which should have been done and wrapped for the winter by the gardener. I think I have to demand the gardener's wages from now on since he's obviously not doing his job.

By the way, for those of you who think I've really lost it since I started photographing birds, I found new and different ones to photograph. However, it'll be a cold day in hell before this becomes a bird blog. Nah uh. The birds are simply nothing more than the flavor of the moment, just like the color scheme of this page.

Someone asked to see photos I'd taken with the Nikon, and the bird shots (and the squirrel, in case you didn't notice the squirrel) in the header graphic are all shot with the Nikon and the zoom lens. Here's another I took yesterday -- a different type of bird. If the scientific name for a Blue Jay is Cyanocitta cristada, then the scientific name for this particular bird would be, uh, er, oh nevermind. It's Jet Blue. :-)

Cindy

Comments

woohoo! you're back. i must give you a buzz sometime, it's been a while.

re: photographing babies. torture is the best method.

Brain matter deposited by: zed on January 12, 2006 2:13 AM

however, keep the squirrel. every blogs needs a mascot.

Brain matter deposited by: RONW on January 12, 2006 12:15 PM

Eat, sleep and poop is about right until they start getting mobile and then the real fun begins. You never realize how filthy your carpet truly is until you've got a baby down there. They'll always find that needle you lost 250 years ago. Always.

Brain matter deposited by: Kat on January 12, 2006 3:21 PM

try bugs they're cool when big and your 70-300 will do macro at about 6' ....

Brain matter deposited by: sdy on January 13, 2006 4:31 AM