Sweet Slimy Hits the Mother Lode
Okay, gang. I am going to openly admit that I have been known, on occasion, to spend my free time following slugs. What could be more relaxing than spending time in the woods, concentrating on a beautiful, shimmering little being out for a slither?
I wish the fungi in the foreground were in focus here, but I couldn’t resist sharing this shot. Is there such a thing as gastropodic glee?
A Royal Writing Machine
The oil cans I posted yesterday were from a friend’s house in Maine. She is a brilliant scholar in her eighties (a former professor of my partner) who lives on a sheep farm in a wonderful old house where she spends her days with piles of books and journals and newspapers spread all around her. There are visual treasures all over her house, and I couldn’t help but photograph a few while I was there.
In her attic, where my little one discovered (with permission, of course) trunks of beautiful old dolls with stunning handmade dresses and a magnificent dollhouse, we happened upon this fabulous piece. Despite being a technophile, I am always overcome with nostalgia at the sight of a manual machine like this one. The photos are fuzzy. There was very little light in the attic, and I did not shoot with a flash. I think the graininess of the images captures something of the atmosphere of the old farmhouse attic.
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Lemony Shots 
