I joined Instagram last month, (you can follow me here) so I could participate in the “Photo a Day” challenges. The version of me on Instagram is like the version of me on sports, in that I’m having a good time, but you don’t want me on your team. I enjoy the photo challenges, but I’m not a great photographer. Also, I missed a day already, which is a lot like failing to return the serve.
I have two friends (krudeforth & retamckelvey) who take stunning photos, and their Instagram accounts are worth checking out. In case you happen to find yourself in England this month, Kevin actually has an exhibition at a pub in Kingston Upon Hull.
My exhibitions, per se, are not particularly photogenic, and largely involve the running of my mouth. While looking at pictures of myself, I find I am most often talking, laughing, or eating, which does indeed tell a thousand words, or at least this many: My mouth is never shut, I love red lipstick, I am indeed an epicurean, I almost always wear white, and my face is always some shade of pink.
I like that Instagram has me BEHIND the camera.
This is a photo I took today.
It’s part of the mess of Spring. I had been describing the mess of Spring to Luanne, failing miserably by talking about the red bits and the propeller thingies that fall from the Maples. I told her I would take a photo and find the proper words for them.
The seed pod propeller thingies that come off of Maple trees are called samaras, although they are also called propellers, helicopters, and whirlygigs. The important thing about propellers is that you must get them all up off the ground, because wherever they find a place to grow, they will try to grow, and I do not want to live in a forest!
The red bits are buds that fall from our Red Maple.
Also included in this photo, at no extra charge to you, are the grass clippings and twigs that get blown onto my patio.
What can I say, my lawn debris is marvelous, and never-ending!