Week 3: Still Life

I took advantage of break in the rain that lowered the August temperatures one recent afternoon and pruned my overgrown potted Areca Palm tree on the lanai. I left the debris where it fell until my yard man could haul it out. As the pile of refuse lay there a few days, I began to appreciate the gracefulness of the curves of the fronds as the sunlight brought out their colors. I took them further in post.

Still Life

Week 2: Eight

Last week I posted a photo and blurb about my circa 1840 Seth Thomas wooden-geared shelf clock. For the “Eight” theme I got close in to the clock’s face and shot the beautiful Roman number VIII. The elegant Roman numerals are among my favorite features of these vintage clocks. It’s eight o’clock somewhere. Time for all good children to go to bed.

Eight

Week 1: Aged/Aging

This photo is the start of a brand new 52-Week Challenge for me and my fellow Challenge bloggers to post a photo a week corresponding with a set weekly theme for one year. This week’s theme is Aged/Aging, and I thought of posting a selfie, but decided that was too depressing. I turned, instead, to another antique in my house: a Seth Thomas wooden gear shelf clock, circa 1840. This clock was in my parents’ home, and my mother wouldn’t wind it and let it run because she feared the wooden gears would wear out. So it sat as an ornamental piece, which it still is. When your mother tells you not to do something, you don’t do it, right? Right? Well okay, sometimes. But in this case, I do not let the clock run.

Because Thomas was the a pioneer of mass production of clocks, my clock is rather ubiquitous, therefore not terribly valuable. But I like its rich mahogany wood and the hand-painted scene below the clock’s face (with artwork’s protective broken glass intact).

A little history on the clockmaker. Thomas was born in Wolcott, Connecticut, in 1785. He was apprenticed as a carpenter and joiner, and worked building houses and barns. He started in the clock business in 1807, working for clockmaker Eli Terry. Thomas formed a clock-making partnership in Plymouth, Connecticut with Eli Terry and Silas Hoadley as Terry, Thomas & Hoadley. In 1810, he bought Terry’s clock business, making tall clocks with wooden movements, though chose to sell his partnership in 1812, moving in 1813 to Plymouth Hollow, Connecticut, where he set up a factory to make metal-movement clocks. In 1817, he added shelf and mantel clocks. By the mid-1840s, he changed over to brass from wooden movements. He died in 1859, whereupon the company was taken over by his son, Aaron, who added many styles and improvements after his father’s death. The company went out of business in the 1980s.

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Week 52: With a Ball

This lovely glass ball Christmas ornament could be the most useless thing I own. I purchased it years ago on a whim at a gift shop on Cape Cod. It is pink. There is not a shred of pink in my home, so it goes with nothing. It is much too delicate (although hefty) to actually adorn a Christmas tree, so I keep it tucked away in my grandmother’s oak and glass china closet. For this photo op, I took it out and placed it on the kitchen table in a lantern to give it more interest. Maybe I will display it this way next Christmas. And I put a snowy vignette on the image just because. A little Christmas in July.

Note: This is the final week of the 2016-2017 52-Week Challenge of a photo a week taken between Aug. 1-July 31. Look for new themes next week when I start all over again!

Ball

 

 

 

Week 51: Cozy/Comfortable

Our late cat, Oreo, each Christmas nestled under the Christmas tree , snuggling into the latch-hook tree skirt I made some 30+years ago. This photo was taken Nov. 30, 2016, the day we put up the tree. He wasted no time getting cozy/comfortable, settling down for a long winter’s nap. It would be his final Christmas.

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Week 50: Out of Bounds

If this plaza were a basketball court, the photographer would be out of bounds. This interesting brick paving pattern is on the urban campus of Oslo University in Norway. Sometimes I wait for a person to get out of my shot, but in this case, I liked that he was a photographer shooting what I was shooting, and I liked the perspective he gave to the image.

Out of Bounds

Week 49: Show us Your Bokeh

Have you heard the term “bokeh” as it relates to photography? It’s the circles of light you see in some photos, either intentional or not, that results from the out-of-focus parts of an image produced by a lens. Bokeh is often most visible around small background highlights, such as sunlight. In this photograph, a pot of flowers backlit by the sun, the bokeh was subtle, too subtle to be a good example. So I reverted to a post-production filter to add a bokeh that really enhanced my image.

Bokeh

Week 48: Street Scenes

Recently we were touring Cagliari, the capital of Sardinia, and its surroundings, and as we drove along the Mediterranean southern coast of the island, we slowed for a herd of goats. Good looking goats. With lovely coats. They were being herded by a guy in a car. That’s 2017 for ya!

Streetscene near Cagliari

Week 47: Prohibited

Last Sunday we were walking through the grounds of the Oslo (Norway) City Hall where there was some construction going on. I saw this sign and I don’t read Norwegian, but I know what it said. Entering the area behind the fence was prohibited.

Prohibited

Week 46: Stitched Together

I have a hand-stitched quilt that was on my little single bed when I was a young girl. It is made of cotton and the pattern is various pastel baskets. No one in my family is a quilter, that I know of, and I don’t know who made it, but it was lovingly stitched together by hand probably at least 70 years ago. It has not been cared for. It is yellowed and frayed. It has been machine-washed (shame on me) and for the most part is sitting high up on a closet shelf. I cannot bear to part with it. What to do with a forgotten childhood memento? I guess it’s not my problem. Something for my heirs to worry about. Just an old quilt with many memories, and when they inherit it, it will be just an old quilt with no memories.

Quilt