Almost Famous

I am not sure if you have noticed a pattern here or not, but our kids spend a lot of time on the merry-go-round, especially hanging upside down. This is how a journalist found them when he showed up at the park on Tuesday. After snapping several shots, he informed us that if they used any of the pictures, they would appear in the paper on Thursday. Rob picked up the paper this morning, and sure enough, there they were, right on the front page.

Miller-Park

My 52: Week 44

This week’s featured photographer is… drumroll please… my dad!!

Due to the fact that I myself have failed to get any bird pictures this week, and the fact that my dad just happened to email me several great ones, I have decided to share a couple of his pictures. I should probably point out that I failed to ask for his permission to do this, but due to the late hour, and since today is my My 52 deadline for the week, I am hoping that he won’t mind if I share his wonderful talent with you.

These ducks are currently residing in Albertson Park in Boise, Idaho. I love wood ducks and rarely see any myself, so this one was a special treat, and the handsome mallard seemed very excited that he was having his picture taken.

I have a feeling that somehow my dad knew I would be needing his help this week. Thank you, Daddy!!

A Walk in the Park

What is one to say about June, the time of perfect young summer, the fulfillment of the promise of the earlier months, and with as yet no sign to remind one that its fresh young beauty will ever fade.  ~Gertrude Jekyll


There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart.  ~Celia Thaxter


In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.  ~Albert Camus

Then followed that beautiful season… Summer….
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Summer afternoon – summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.  ~Henry James

I drifted into a summer-nap under the hot shade of July, serenaded by a cicadae lullaby, to drowsy-warm dreams of distant thunder.  ~Terri Guillemets