An Artist, Photographer, Writer, Poet

Monthly Archives: June 2012

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My friend, Joan, retired this week from teaching day care for 54 years: 32 years in her own “Sunshine Nursery School” and 22 years for the local YMCA Day Care.
My friend, Joan, retired this week from teaching day care for 54 years: 32 years in her own “Sunshine Nursery School” and 22 years for the local YMCA Day Care.
She told me many times she loves the 3, 4, 5 year olds because they are so excited and eager to learn and fun to be around. She will continue to teach the unique art program she developed for that age group.

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Mimi  retires:  54  years  teaching  pre-school !

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Summer solstice drums
heard on nearby  mountain top
signal days changes
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Drummers beat intense
signals summers delights here
Summer solstice joy
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Fruits, vegetables
feel changes the solstice brings
Farmer’s markets start
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Summer solstice brings
outdoor changes many love
Summer solstice joy
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bittersweet moment here:
daylight shortens daily now
Summer solstice change
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This is one awesome yellow car !

I spotted this bright yellow 1968 Dodge Charger when I arrived at the dealer to pick up my car after an oil change…I’m told “Boss Man, Jr” is the happy owner of this beauty.    🙂

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The distinctive tail lights.

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Gas cap.

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You can almost see the turn signal lights !

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  • Good lookin’ car !

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connect with becca givens below:

Mellow Yellow Monday – 23

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Birch Tree, Bayside Road, Trenton, Maine

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Detail, Birch tree, Bayside Road, Trenton, Maine.
I see a face, do you ?  If you do, what kind of face ?

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I love the Birch trees that are abundant along this part

of the Downeast Coast of Maine.

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This tree is in a friends yard and I noticed it beside the

driveway.

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I share this post with

“On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea”

Sunday Trees – 32

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This week our prompt is part of the opening line of Walter de la Mare’s poem The Listeners :     Is there anybody there?

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My heart beats fast,

I can feel it pounding,
my breathing quickens.
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What is the feeling in the room ?
There seems to be someone here,
in this room, right NOW.
I feel chilly, shiver.
I look.  I see no one.
I feel something, someone.
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Is anybody there?
I didn’t believe in ghosts
back in 1971.
The windows rattle.
The wind isn’t blowing.
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Is anybody there ?
I think it, but don’t say it.
Then I hear footsteps,
I’m alone in the house.
Or so I thought.
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Is anybody there ?
WHY are you here.
And who ARE you ?
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This is autobiographical and will
continue as inspiration strikes.
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Shared with Carry on Tuesday #160…. Is there anybody there?

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Bianca “hiding” in the bathroom. She can open the door herself, but it won’t close, so she turns her back
… she seems to think if she can’t see me, I can’t see her !
I had to use the flash since she isn’t very visible even with the light on.

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Faster than light,
on cats paws
the feline critters taunt
those they allow to share
their homes.
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There’s Bianca, Baby,
Lucy, and Raven.
I remember Sysco,
Danny and Kiki.
All faster than light,
sneaky about it.
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Who’d a thought
a cat could THINK faster
than their human.
Hiding in plain sight
is a common trait,
not opening their eyes
to give them away!
Slide into a closet,
the door closes
quietly
behind them:
quiet, not a sound,
as they hear us
opening doors, calling
their name.
Sometimes you can see
them, thinking they are
unseen or invisible.
Their ears turn
following the sounds of
those they think are
still hunting for them !
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They seem to feel secure
in their special
“I will not be disturbed here”
spot of choice…
often a new place,

never alluded to before
as a prime napping,
“I don’t want to be disturbed” spot.

There is no way to get the hours
back spent searching inside and out,
to find them sitting in the middle
of a room or hall like they’d
been there all along.
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Faster than light,
faster than I can see
or hear the cat in my life
side by me as I go thru
a door and latch it,
with the cat on the other side!
Faster than light,
I get fooled by the sight
of supposedly sound asleep
cat that has radar on my
every move Smiling face (black and white).
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Heart manual // Faster than light //Poor and perfect* //Rock, paper, scissors, death //The universal oops

were the choice of prompts for Inspiration Monday this week.

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For The Daily Post at WordPress.com Weekly Photo Challenge: Create

My Lucky Stars.”  Mixed media wooden buoy to be auctioned
at a fund raiser
for the Stonington Fishermen’s Fund.

Buoy copyright:  Sigrid Saradunn 2012
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The Boyce Family was the first Maine family I made connection with that really showed me
by their actions what a loving family was.
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The four leaf clover is the first one I’ve ever found…never could figure out how people could see them.
Amazing sights still happening two years after cataract surgery.
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The Stonington Opera House is celebrating 100 years in 2012.
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This view from Church Street in Stoningon is one of the iconic artists views that can be identified world over.
I love this particular place to paint most of all.
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.Church Street, Continued
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The trees in the background are from a photo taken on Sunshine.
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People often have a fascination
with buttons on walls, new cars, elevators

and wonder,
 “What does this button do ?” 
At least I do. 
Even if it’s labeled.
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The eternal question.
Along with, “Does it really ‘do’ that?”

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One day I had the experience of dealing with
the bright redSTOPbutton in an elevator. 

It’s the emergency button that will
bring the elevator to a screeching halt

when pulled, whether it needs to be pulled or not !
I’m sure a lot of people have been tempted
to pull the button
to see if it really works.
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One day when I was working
it was interesting to say the least
to be the head nurse.

One of the CNAs came to me and said,
“The elevator is stuck between the floors
and we can’t
figure out why.”
One of the staff went to get the “key”
that would bring the elevator
to the basement.
It wasn’t where they thought it would be.

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By the time we called the owner of the facility,
they determined
that a confused lady
was on the stopped elevator ! 

Somehow she was nearby
when a visitor got off the elevator,

they didn’t realize
she shouldn’t go on the elevator by herself

since she “looked” like a visitor,
they held the door for her
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so she walked into the elevator
and the door closed. 

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Then someone called the elevator
to the first floor…

when the elevator started to move,
the lady pulled the big red “stop” button:
The elevator did stop.  Immediately.
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So, hearing this,
I went to the first floor where the staff

was saying to the elevator door:,
“Sue” (not her real name) “push the red button IN
over and over !  There was only silence.
Finally, the key for the elevator was found
(in an obvious place, of course),

someone tall was found to insert the key,
and the
elevator was lowered to the basement.
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The door opened and Sue came out smiling.
Not frightened at all.
When asked “what happened” she went to the
big red button and pointed to it and said,
“I stopped the elevator,  just like it said”.
Then they asked, “why wouldn’t you push it in ?
Didn’t you hear us calling to you? “
“Yes,” she said. ” I heard you.  But it says
In an emergency PULL the button“…so I did.”
Sigh.
All’s well that ends well.
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PS.  Please note that at that time, maybe still,
there were only two public elevators

in my small town.
The hospital and the nursing facility

where I worked…were the
only public buildings with two floors…
three if you count the basement where the
kitchen is…the kitchen at the nursing facility
has its own elevator stories to tell. ☺.

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For Inspiration Monday.  We had five prompts to choose from:

The Prompts:

The unanswered phone;    Hopeful romantic;    Friends in low places*
Dissected heart;    What does this button do?

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There is an image here. You can't see it. Sorry.
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I am sharing this post, with permission, by a 24 year old blogger
…I think it really shows
real insight by someone going through
some difficult time
s and sharing them thru her blog.  
We have been friends thru
blogging for close to a year…
I don’t remember the date.

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In my opinion, this is an important insight for people of all ages…
one difficult to discern and without discernment, causing many
people serious relationship problems.
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This is posted with her permission and she loves comments and
replies written in the spirit of positive growth and further insight
for everyone concerned.
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Trust

My Raw Secrets

Trust

by rawsecretsblogger

14Jun12

So I saw this quote on Tumblr and it got me thinking. “Be careful who you open up to. Only few people actually care, the rest are just curious”.

I have a hard time trusting people. Which I am sure most do but considering my past and how I grew up. Coming from a divorced family and constant family drama.

I saw this quote and it really got me thinking. How do you really know who are your real friends on verse the ones that just want to know the scoop? I am sure some people run off and tell my haters stupid shit that isn’t needed for them to know. I guess that’s life and you really can’t stop it from happening.

Do old friends honestly really care about what I am going through? Or do they just want to know what is going on in my life?  Or do they just come back into your life because you know they can tell your having a hard time but once things get better boom there gone again.

Just something to think about when people come and go in your life. I don’t trust many and the ones I do, I hold close to them.

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Mellow Yellow Monday #177

Have been watching for this to bloom for a while…it is one of my favorite places each spring…I don’t know the name of it. I describe it as “golden chains of  blooms” …but it is gorgeous !

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