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Yetzirah

Le Brouillard
Mon Jan 31 2011



(Okay, what's with the French title?)

It means 'the fog'.

(Who are you trying to impress?)

Babelfish?

(What on earth is Babelfish?)

Dude, don't you have internet? Look it up on the encyclopedia galacitca.

***

On Friday, the dogs and I, suffering from a raging case of cabin fever, traipsed out into the 'wild' on the opposite side of our housing development. If not for the fog in this picture, you would see a nice tall impressive airport tower. But this day, it was shrouded in mystery...

[album 65561 fog1.jpg]

Even though it was cold and wet, the view was beautiful...

[album 65561 fog2.jpg]

Ben was so happy he was literally walking on air....

[album 65561 fog3.jpg]

Foggy air, but it WAS air.

This is looking back at the houses.


[album 65561 fog4.jpg]

I liked it out there. We don't come as often to this side, as there are a lot of dogs that live on the other side of a steep ditch and Ben and Sunny just love to run along the back yard fences and wreck havoc with the peace of the neighborhood. However, on the way home that day I found a way to get into the area bypassing that stretch of road so and I think we will take advantage of the tick free time to wander around and explore it this winter/spring.

I'm grateful to live in a place with some wide open spaces nearby. It helps keep me sane.

(And lord knows you need all the help you can get in that department...)

True, true. There's no use denying it. I live on the razor's edge of dangerous territory of the mind.

(Well, let's not get melodramatic about it there Cupcake.)

[album 65561 Little Miss Sunshine.JPG]

Cupcakes?
Oh yes!
Let's make yellow cupcakes
with chocolate frosting....
and SPRINKLES!

(You are so cute, you give me a toothache kid.)

Do ()s have teeth?

(Do me a favor squirt, don't take after She Who Must Not Be Named okay? I have enough trouble around here without you asking smart aleck questions too. . . go bake your cupcakes.)

I'm not allowed to make cupcakes by myself.
I'm too little.


(Where's that Hen when you need her?)



5 Comments
  • From:
    Mamallama (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Jan 31 2011
    Gotta love those WIDE open spaces!
    Cute entry.
    I love it when you argue with yourselfs. lol
  • From:
    Diamondsoled (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Jan 31 2011
    Aw, I've missed your entries! You live in such a beautiful place- I'm loving these photos! Art journalling was an idea in my back pocket too for some time but you know, we can't leave things in our back pocket forever- they tend to get crumpled back there. I started over the summer and go in phases with it, but I recently started an "Art Journal Everyday" challenge. Thanks for your kind words on my first ever posted art journal page... and to answer your question, I've been well. Left public service for private; kids growing up quickly, but lots of fun; husband seems perpetually between jobs, but at least he's not selling his soul; finally getting some "me" time. That's it in a nutshell.
  • From:
    Blueheron (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Jan 31 2011
    Love Ben running on foggy air. Actually envy the ability to run with abandon... I move so slow and carefully now. I'll look at that photo some more and live vicariously thru Ben.
  • From:
    Dustbunny3 (Legacy)
    On:
    Mon Jan 31 2011
    OH the joy when dogs run free.I want a see a picture of the BEAVER"S handy work" they are great eningeers .
  • From:
    Welshamethyst (Legacy)
    On:
    Wed Feb 02 2011
    That foggy landscape reminds me of a rather strange road trip we took in Scotland in the late '90s. We were told to take the road to Moniaive (I don't remember why). At the turn off it said 9 and 1/2 miles. I've never SEEN a sign that denoted a half mile before. It was foggy and drizzling and the road was about half as wide as my King sized bed with moors that seemed to stretch to infinity on either side. We were worried about what we might do if we met another car going in the opposite direction. That never happened. What we did meet were bovines. Big bovines. Big wooley Highland bovines. In the road. And they wouldn't move. We blew the horn. They ignored it. I got out of the car and tried to shoo them. They wouldn't move. We sat in the car and sighed and they still wouldn't move. They eventually, after what seemed like hours, shambled past us (we couldn't even turn around because there was NOWHERE TO turn around) and we were off again.

    It rather reminded me at the time (and still) of Stephen King's 'Mrs. Todd's Shortcut' where the title character would fold a map and create her own shortcuts that weren't necessarily a good thing.....