Monday, April 22, 2013

Borgata Glass...

(Click on and enlarge the photos to get a better view)

Well, my camera hasn't seen the light of day in what seems to be forever.  Between work, finalizing my mom's issues, dealing with doctors and aids and then there's the sewer pipe that decided to drip all over the basement floor this weekend and the tire that declared it needed more pressure when I pulled into the parking deck this morning...well, you get the picture.

I can't recall when I had a day when I went straight from the office to home, had dinner at a reasonable hour, got in bed before the grandfather clock struck 11 and was able to enjoy a good book without my mind wandering off to the pressing issues of the day.

A dear friend has offered me an overnight stay at one the casinos in Atlantic City.  You know I'm not a gambler but you can be sure I'll be taking her up on this offer.  I'm a sucker for a hot tub and a great buffet.  And I know a buffet is one of the worst places to eat if you're trying to be in control but, I NEED THIS NIGHT!

Anyway, thinking about getting away I came across these shots from our A.C. excursion last fall and decided to investigate who the artist was that created this unusual glass work at The Borgata.  Maybe I'm living under a rock but this is the first time I've heard of Dale Chihuly.  I hope you enjoy looking at these as much as I did.  For me, there was a big Ooooooo and Ahhhhhhh factor here.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

I wish...

A conversation with my mom…
You know, I had a shower today.
You did?!
That tall lady over there helped me. She was so nice.
That's great!  (High five)
When she asked me, I told her no but she said it would be OK.
Well, what did you think?
It was wonderful!  The water was so warm and it felt so good.
Well mom, now you know why your kids spent so much time in the shower.
Many of you might think this conversation odd, unusual, or strange. After all, who has not taken a shower? This was my mother’s first. When you grow up during the war and Depression and your father has died at a young age and there are four girls to raise in a two-bedroom apartment with one bath and no shower, you make do. And, often when you are brought up in those conditions, you hold onto your habits because the circumstances have been embedded in your mind, body, and soul.
I recall the many visits with my aunts (my mother’s sisters) to the last apartment where she and her sisters lived. There was a claw-foot tub and often, if you weren’t first in line, you had to heat the bath water on the stove. Believe me, it wasn’t that bad and they made it fun.
I wish I had that claw-foot tub today.  I wish…I wish…
An old punch bowl sits atop an antique
dresser in the attic of my
mom's home.

Friday, April 5, 2013

Orchids in the office...

It's a well-know fact among family and friends that my green thumb is not always a true green but rather has some shades of brown mixed in.  So, when the orchid I have in my office decides to bloom in all it's glory, it's a real 'occasion' and time to find the camera among all the current clutter in my house.

This is the third time it has graced us with flowers in four years.  Each time I've photographed it, I've gotten different results and, up until now, I have been less than satisfied .  Perhaps it's because this plant has such an unusual shade of bloom but this time I played with some HDR and I believe I'm finally happy with what came out of the camera.

Here's to a wonderful weekend full of beautiful things!