tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65995352275967889152024-02-18T21:28:26.279-05:00Images of Orangeblossom OrchardNancihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201392451129484877noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599535227596788915.post-58889773109546904922011-08-01T21:39:00.002-04:002011-08-01T21:39:12.708-04:00<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d6a59774e4467334e7a633d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d6a59774e4467334e7a633d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center">Digital scrapbook created with Smilebox</td></tr></table>Nancihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201392451129484877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599535227596788915.post-42065068725909376512011-05-24T20:18:00.003-04:002011-05-24T20:21:01.545-04:00Rain Drops Keep And Keep Falling On My Head<div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It has been raining for about four week here at my house, and i am about all rained out.</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thankful, though, it did stop long enough for me to take these pictures, and the rain drops looked like little crystal diamonds.</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And this picture is just one of my favorites. I love the way the pink flowers look against the dark blue shutters.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr0jFQSAcg8Wa5HOImrmwx4V6lpE1SKqH1En6O4D9RRBvWLm2nRbfz-GYufAAlJ5g8hbMJ7N5RIdPzzFyC0qw0zU3mx5dEH1smjvnkiAkYmh3rJGZIWYRRZj9fXfEZRKqwPnmEh9JLXP1s/s1600/rain+day+121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr0jFQSAcg8Wa5HOImrmwx4V6lpE1SKqH1En6O4D9RRBvWLm2nRbfz-GYufAAlJ5g8hbMJ7N5RIdPzzFyC0qw0zU3mx5dEH1smjvnkiAkYmh3rJGZIWYRRZj9fXfEZRKqwPnmEh9JLXP1s/s320/rain+day+121.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Nancihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201392451129484877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599535227596788915.post-41052086307272197042011-01-22T18:26:00.004-05:002011-01-22T18:57:58.513-05:00Goof-BallI took Molly for a walk in the field by our house the other day. I even remembered to bring my video camera, so I could capture those "priceless" moments of her being an absolute goof-ball. And did she disappoint me by being a prim and proper lady? Are you kidding me this is Molly we are talking about. Lady may be her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">title</span> but it should Joker. And to prove my point here is a video of my little pup.<br /><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxNV-7VA3gBu5p93dNF1ktHdxUFnsvheT0GWGtp7Srvuiy5ZPDttgGXuHWvoeYD2juO6uW6Z7MXLuL0Xta3dA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">If you listen hard enough you can hear Molly snorting into the snow. So do you think she's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">weird</span> or is it just me?</p>Nancihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201392451129484877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599535227596788915.post-68769245039027747712011-01-19T13:18:00.009-05:002011-01-19T13:58:56.695-05:00AftermathI normally don't write poetry. Instead, I prefer story telling because I can never find a rhythm of poetry I'm good at.<br /><br />But for history today I had to write a poem on the Johnstown Flood. My history book gave me an example of a poem composed of five couplets written at the time of the Johnstown Flood by Isaac Reed. My assignment was to write a poem in the same style. Here is the result.<br /><br /><div align="center">AFTERMATH</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Walking through that hospital room,</div><div align="center">Feeling as if I had just meet my doom,</div><div align="center">My daughter lost, my husband gone.</div><div align="center">Why should I even carry on?</div><div align="center">Then above the wails and tears,</div><div align="center">A small sob reached my ears.</div><div align="center">I looked across and saw a bed,</div><div align="center">The woman in it plainly dead,</div><div align="center">A small boy sitting by her side,</div><div align="center">Crying as if he too had died.</div><div align="center">I then realized I wasn't the only one,</div><div align="center">For this young boy must be her son,</div><div align="center">We could do nothing for our lost loved ones dear,</div><div align="center">But in their memory shed a tear.</div><div align="center">I look around me just once more,</div><div align="center">Seeing shed tears hit the floor,</div><div align="center">Knowing this loss of life and excess of blood,</div><div align="center">Would go down in history as the Johnstown Flood.</div>Nancihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201392451129484877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599535227596788915.post-279826998283931702011-01-18T17:36:00.002-05:002011-01-18T17:52:46.005-05:00My First Video Upload<p align="center">I know it's way after Christmas but I just had to put this video on.</p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzW49jyi6fJuax5pWAxmvKAxbcZduLZ2V8CX-DXM3wV5G8LBUdmdTNSecQ821cyMJk-CJnDy59Y1kGDfCdE9w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Nancihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201392451129484877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599535227596788915.post-71756156146467683222010-12-29T16:46:00.004-05:002010-12-29T16:59:44.486-05:00Ops, I Forgot A TitleSissy just treated the family to a movie afternoon. We went and saw Tangled, it was hilarious!<br />When we walked into the theater it was all little kids and their mothers. We were the only family with kids older 6, it was so funny!Nancihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201392451129484877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599535227596788915.post-59497856811006104012010-11-27T18:44:00.012-05:002010-12-01T20:09:11.665-05:00Thanksgiving Thankfuls<span style="color:#cc33cc;">Thanksgiving was last Thursday. So here are 15 things I am thankful for:<br /><br />#1 Jesus dying on the cross for my sins.<br /><br />#2 My family.<br /><br />#3 My friends.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544718036559713954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSRy576IAeYgRGyYu4PdrKpE_2whn6jFEMpH6WHno3hTUyBvtiXhtn6aujciJh9xxP4G0fGwY6Ay_bFe7kV_SkLJvza_MqV4c781yBLpICJd4j688S9gLQUAqFreDjW-TvmFe7-G-M5gYb/s400/3865629350_ffede5c811.jpg" /><br />#4 Molly my dog.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP-KSxeEPp3Z4GHN-ujKb5Pt1ag0jO75gwrCk5UxX_kmItebIkTgmP9kOfuttSXckoCUan5njvlryU7Np_wdYZN8RAPbxrQLzoiEgKwIvfkYG5WkciTijLfUop9I7DszhPhI-B5ev5rXgf/s1600/P1010145.JPG"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545884484698710306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP-KSxeEPp3Z4GHN-ujKb5Pt1ag0jO75gwrCk5UxX_kmItebIkTgmP9kOfuttSXckoCUan5njvlryU7Np_wdYZN8RAPbxrQLzoiEgKwIvfkYG5WkciTijLfUop9I7DszhPhI-B5ev5rXgf/s400/P1010145.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><br />#5 My family's and my own health.<br /><br />#6 A roof over my head.<br /><br />#7 The food on my table.<br /><br />#8 My dad having a job. I know there are a lot of people out there who are willing to work, but can't get a job.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And the little odd things.<br /><br /><br />#9 My imagination. It may seem like a odd thing to be thankful for, but with out it I wouldn't be able to read, write, or be my own person.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544720340538002786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhndn35_h3A1kmZPNjIviVm6jWfhXJXFgAGXd9pGnD8Bt4v6utm7eFM0_ddsKJ0BzXe_PKHQ_5xzdGinfUyMLAp5FAHP6nmm2kFW9_50w5x9raTNlD1kopfFzC1i7ALmECCHl3B4dJsrsIz/s400/P1010016.JPG" /> #10 Help cleaning up the kitchen after a big meal.<br /><br />#11 My laptop. It's a big help with school work and writing papers. O, and when I am constantly Googling things.<br /><br />#12 My own room. It's nice to have a place were I can just be me. Like my own little fortress where I can hide when I am upset, or crying my eyes out, when I get to "that really sad and depressing part" in a book, without feeling like a dork, or as my stage when I am dancing around to my favorite music.<br /><br />#13 A microwave, it makes lunch time so easy.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Cd3VkP81w5K4iPu2gQxHCoXdkHnJF87wuR8xzfiTBHRjyjm92UFsc74tV2fCT7MYvzf_je2PpTdfGJAFw57wEVD1r1r_mYSQAjrXkhqL3sipx30Hn25Y53hB84c4ed-xsqB-YycJN5Nd/s1600/100_2396.JPG"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544719293569095650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Cd3VkP81w5K4iPu2gQxHCoXdkHnJF87wuR8xzfiTBHRjyjm92UFsc74tV2fCT7MYvzf_je2PpTdfGJAFw57wEVD1r1r_mYSQAjrXkhqL3sipx30Hn25Y53hB84c4ed-xsqB-YycJN5Nd/s400/100_2396.JPG" /></span></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><br />#14 A starry night sky, and finding the few consolations that I know.<br /><br /></span><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">#15 Just being a kid, and living in a world of my own where life doesn't seem that bad.</span></div>Nancihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201392451129484877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599535227596788915.post-6627200012393001232010-11-26T08:57:00.018-05:002010-11-27T18:38:08.952-05:00BEHIND THE SCENES<span style="color:#cc33cc;">About two months ago I made a green baby-doll top by myself. (Well sort of. . . I had some help from my mom when I was cutting it out and a little bit on the how to put casing (I think that is what it is called) on the the sleeves for the elastic.<br /><br />We got so far and it seemed to be taking forever. Now I must tell you, I am not a very patient person when it comes to making things for myself. If mom is making me something, then I have no problem waiting, though she can sew a lot faster (and better) then I can.<br /><br />So one Saturday when I was cleaning my room, I stumbled upon my long lost sewing box. I remembered Mom going on about how fashion designers (that is what I would like to do when I'm older) have to know the construction of a garment, before they can design anything.<br /><br />So needless to say, I got it in my head that I was going to finish that shirt without any ones help. So I got my sister's sewing machine, opened up my sewing box, laid out the material, and finally brought out the pattern envelope. I reached into that innocent looking envelope and pulled out my worst nightmare.<br /><br />I salute anyone who can read (and understand) store pattern instructions. I swear that people would be more willing to sew if only they could understand the directions.<br /><br />I will admit I was tempted, quite a few times, to just give up on trying to sew the shirt by myself, and go ask mom for some inside knowledge on what half of it meant. But along with being inpatient I am also stubborn, and I was not about to be defeated by a piece of paper, no matter how confusing that piece of paper was.<br /><br />So after sewing the sleeves on wrong a total of three times, putting the hem on the outside of the shirt, and shortening the elastic in the sleeves and collar twice, along with other little things like Hmm...measuring around the shirt so I could put the band around the bottom of the bust because even though the picture showed the band, the people who put together the pattern decided not to put that "little bit" in the directions that told you how and where to put it, I got it finish and here is the end result.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544302474876651218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNF_Vvz0l9D6UmQekuM2m0nqhAWzdwkzi56SEA-hAXf7ZV0CoX0jayxZVekt2ikrzWpwVv8IKT75RqBBB2_VTUInjKw8Belv8K1IF9hpwXq5GVoO66tRYEhv3HWSeumjy1a_9IFHCfEEL8/s400/PA310013.JPG" /><br /><br />Even though the directions were hard to read and it took all day to do, the look and praise from Mom, made it all worth while.</span>Nancihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201392451129484877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599535227596788915.post-67637229222249196012010-09-23T13:53:00.026-04:002010-09-23T20:01:20.784-04:00LOOOONG TIME NO SEE!<span style="font-family:arial;">Hey there. It's me you know the girl that hasn't posted in over a year. I am going to turn over a new leaf though. I will post more often, I will. I will post twice a year now;)</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaMq61kGG7bn-D3RXWAJUvpWLSnotfXVfS8Dkibr43LKMr17zsWODhO8ZKcxR_sL2e2XdORdMRkFZQlIya9C9QRxJNrph9yHyaVuxiaN16ncKjjN9AnlUQO-bbFRTvvYTSjUM1biElhm0Y/s1600/caitlyn's+photos+007.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520174780825963666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaMq61kGG7bn-D3RXWAJUvpWLSnotfXVfS8Dkibr43LKMr17zsWODhO8ZKcxR_sL2e2XdORdMRkFZQlIya9C9QRxJNrph9yHyaVuxiaN16ncKjjN9AnlUQO-bbFRTvvYTSjUM1biElhm0Y/s200/caitlyn's+photos+007.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">So, what have I done in the last year? Um... I got my first dog. Her name is Molly and if you click </span><a href="http://thelifeofapamperedpooch.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;">here</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> you can get to her blog. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I volunteer at the library now. the summer reading program is my favorite time of year.</span><br /><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520255075122151154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpz2ql3vjix_PV1vEo2fJv2FHpcWd6PRjUNPhyphenhyphenx5DPINwX81FUKmpQk9pydbK-PeWHoe9OulLNETjOB8S7kFCH8RIYTDaJFaNDqRFUkuetZATXJLWzTgIch1qSiV7IE1jXaG2sbz8NLrhY/s200/library+and+woodrings+034.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I turned 14, but I will soon turn 15. (Man, time flies by fast!)</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8RJSVGBWnnej05-I4OvaYvNDBma8w_PF0EWy83XNJOOK7GUs1iOonJluNnhMkLEsNfqNPzKi-wngE-uiDmPLyRUQjNXN0hzbpD9wPV82aR0DivED6eAHS5tGYAUj4EIsm_C1EOYLKZOqB/s1600/GEDC0457.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520258166842835570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8RJSVGBWnnej05-I4OvaYvNDBma8w_PF0EWy83XNJOOK7GUs1iOonJluNnhMkLEsNfqNPzKi-wngE-uiDmPLyRUQjNXN0hzbpD9wPV82aR0DivED6eAHS5tGYAUj4EIsm_C1EOYLKZOqB/s200/GEDC0457.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />O, and of course<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8RJSVGBWnnej05-I4OvaYvNDBma8w_PF0EWy83XNJOOK7GUs1iOonJluNnhMkLEsNfqNPzKi-wngE-uiDmPLyRUQjNXN0hzbpD9wPV82aR0DivED6eAHS5tGYAUj4EIsm_C1EOYLKZOqB/s1600/GEDC0457.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiR7okzlBuzfawzGruw9nsWVumtJV-8Z5XKBzL1O7WWbPnMe7G-ytXU90TPhuKwde3qYvoWUoC9K8uPe666Pb-cGFHnkfsGm_JNhE3aAGhyRGFx-3zDhugnN8xca9PEO68tfHfmfEavti_/s1600/GEDC0005.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520178869160253074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiR7okzlBuzfawzGruw9nsWVumtJV-8Z5XKBzL1O7WWbPnMe7G-ytXU90TPhuKwde3qYvoWUoC9K8uPe666Pb-cGFHnkfsGm_JNhE3aAGhyRGFx-3zDhugnN8xca9PEO68tfHfmfEavti_/s200/GEDC0005.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />I hung out<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjW54h3n6vIWn-Im8xdacIUTA6GOZjRDZ-YHIgCC2HDz67FP5NhlWcjIOPwnbiZajkqmjTriWNl1U5YGgfIxutbwajVE_kTuEXlahDK_rnTPUytDuXk_Senl_kZZryLoj4cWU6dYBV-5Cv/s1600/library+and+woodrings+056.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520258936661223778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjW54h3n6vIWn-Im8xdacIUTA6GOZjRDZ-YHIgCC2HDz67FP5NhlWcjIOPwnbiZajkqmjTriWNl1U5YGgfIxutbwajVE_kTuEXlahDK_rnTPUytDuXk_Senl_kZZryLoj4cWU6dYBV-5Cv/s200/library+and+woodrings+056.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />with friendsNancihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201392451129484877noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599535227596788915.post-76319265408232878952009-09-18T21:18:00.008-04:002010-12-04T10:55:41.792-05:00Foto Friday - Assignment #5<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Yeah! I know it has been a long time (again).</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><a href="http://zeahrenaissance.blogspot.com/search/label/Foto%20Friday">Click here for all the Assignments given to date.</a></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Here are "my" eyes. This little cutie is my bestfriend's youngest brother.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">I love eyes, and I adore brown eyes. To me brown eyes are like warm, kind, gentle, comforting pools of love.</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj09PbM1H6sUlBub3QruR95ZxzHFsqvieIs9GvJKK0Lr4Vi2AyLdn2Xm3exYCL9O1zYvbaNpLa5yS1ZUY18zYGtT9PRfXEhSPRz3EHb2NPvmPg60I8EzucnZqh1bpANSXsKgpbGLe3v3FU-/s1600-h/102_2678.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382982521407317138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj09PbM1H6sUlBub3QruR95ZxzHFsqvieIs9GvJKK0Lr4Vi2AyLdn2Xm3exYCL9O1zYvbaNpLa5yS1ZUY18zYGtT9PRfXEhSPRz3EHb2NPvmPg60I8EzucnZqh1bpANSXsKgpbGLe3v3FU-/s320/102_2678.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">Miss N. you should know this cutie pie. I'll confess that I did use flash on this photo, though. As you can see his face is white in the middle (I tried to darken it up a little with sepia.) But by the time I had turned the flash off, he had crawled/walked away. Then when I caught up to him he wouldn't look at the camera. Oh, well.<br /></span></div><br /><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff99ff;"></span></p>Nancihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201392451129484877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599535227596788915.post-28638139170320109592009-07-08T14:38:00.008-04:002010-12-04T10:56:29.242-05:00Assignment #3 - Retake<span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;">If you would like to see the original instructions for this assignment <a href="http://imagesoforangeblossomorchard.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-say-can-you-see-assignment-3.html">click here</a>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;">This was Mrs. N's suggestions to improve my pics:</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"><em>Now. For your pictures. I hate to do this to you, but I am going to have you try this assignment again. Your photos are nice (I LOVE the close up of you!) but I want you to look closely at the close up one. Click on it on your blog and you'll get a BIG version (which helps me as I critique actually). If you look, you will see the leaves are perfectly crisp but your hairline is not. SO, while at first glance it IS in focus, it isn't AS focused as it could be.So, try this again but do it using a different subject. It is VERY difficult to get a perfectly focused self-portrait so I want to see you get a perfectly focused portrait of something else first...and once you succeed there then you can practice on self-portraits. So tell your Mom and M that they simply HAVE to cooperate with you. It's an order, from ME! ;-)</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"><br /><br />As you can see, Mrs. N, I got NO cooperation from the photophobiacs in my family. Only Samantha would support me. The nice thing about her -- she doesn't move. Well, not unless the wind blows her over.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"></span></em></div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"><em></em></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCKpoLf0yaWdY25UV6C6U_6i_bs4msIepfyMoI186TMnPshCxDYm10tn3nefCRcTEg-N7rd_HPOi8vhVCPPySva_8GXlqlh-IAQabgF6M02XHIpPUuPWY7v5nJ6SQrWQTmXSNt-m4MQHtM/s1600-h/P1010016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356163144799955106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCKpoLf0yaWdY25UV6C6U_6i_bs4msIepfyMoI186TMnPshCxDYm10tn3nefCRcTEg-N7rd_HPOi8vhVCPPySva_8GXlqlh-IAQabgF6M02XHIpPUuPWY7v5nJ6SQrWQTmXSNt-m4MQHtM/s320/P1010016.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlgPLoE3ksAxZKcFc_w2CjUkoxxKWgSinGXbiStCjJPikmMdr7aG3TfAPu47LMCEkZeTKa4PQAj-VpWUeo5KUvwLB7dPlc0X9dy_PgwsNNEY4vJiHDPtuZBo0NJyhkhjPHeoCkjcp0PJrl/s1600-h/P1010017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356162506656512770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlgPLoE3ksAxZKcFc_w2CjUkoxxKWgSinGXbiStCjJPikmMdr7aG3TfAPu47LMCEkZeTKa4PQAj-VpWUeo5KUvwLB7dPlc0X9dy_PgwsNNEY4vJiHDPtuZBo0NJyhkhjPHeoCkjcp0PJrl/s320/P1010017.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaC69km1b16wt02bU2YbbP8n3DMSaCkSvF259wgdrCm7TBqa-X1do19Ghaa7qSb2hS7o86X3gCr-5DpXH5aBw4Kk6ATLfj_yAXqOJ9Bz3GYl-kWuSTk8S-KQBG01LFXeauuNMWWEtfg2ff/s1600-h/P1010019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356161866691262274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaC69km1b16wt02bU2YbbP8n3DMSaCkSvF259wgdrCm7TBqa-X1do19Ghaa7qSb2hS7o86X3gCr-5DpXH5aBw4Kk6ATLfj_yAXqOJ9Bz3GYl-kWuSTk8S-KQBG01LFXeauuNMWWEtfg2ff/s320/P1010019.JPG" /></a> </div><div></div></div><br /><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff99ff;"></span></p>Nancihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201392451129484877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599535227596788915.post-15938673968771776202009-06-22T12:01:00.001-04:002010-12-04T10:57:14.181-05:00Oh, Say Can You See? Assignment #3<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><span style="color:#666666;">As Mrs. N would say,</span> "This is by far the most unnecessary tip ever. But is it?The subject of the photo HAS TO BE IN FOCUS and the image ought to be sharp.I mean it goes without saying. It's absolute common sense. Surely EVERYONE ought to know this already!BUTI have seen countless RUINED photos that would be otherwise really great, simply because the snapper wasn't paying attention. Even on my own camera."</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><span style="color:#999999;">Go here to see the rest of Mrs. N's</span> <a href="http://zeahrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/06/foto-friday.html">Assignment #3</a></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">A couple of weeks ago I went to the eye doc., where I found out that I am slightly near-sighted. So yesterday I went with my family to pick up my glasses. I didn't think I would really wear them a lot, because I thought I could see fine. Well...once I put them on, I knew differently. I could see details more clearly. I could read signs perfectly on the high-way. Deer weren't just a fuzzy, smudge of color in the farmers feild across the road. IT'S WONDERFUL!!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhupf83zRgLWxzxy-jOLhyphenhyphenuwarO4d4-UL3_iS6HmfzVxpZdqjf8c1zaZVIb_447bcGZmgXCkdGubnulZ9iKyCg3MhI8wVcAkSymLpAXvI87ftx_y7LufEqsIAwwVp-giCJEYcp7ZdlSd9fm/s1600-h/102_2811.JPG"><span style="color:#666666;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348749846723935682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhupf83zRgLWxzxy-jOLhyphenhyphenuwarO4d4-UL3_iS6HmfzVxpZdqjf8c1zaZVIb_447bcGZmgXCkdGubnulZ9iKyCg3MhI8wVcAkSymLpAXvI87ftx_y7LufEqsIAwwVp-giCJEYcp7ZdlSd9fm/s320/102_2811.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">5</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">My eye sight isn't really that bad, but you get the idea of the way things looked to me (unfocused).<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">(Note for Mrs. N: Mom took this pic.)</span><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp7clc6K5wgHxZy5sRztYj8MDfxHrWgk1q1vQpHYgFA9Km3zyoGNl9PIlP2YckecmMsEzhGthab7-qfqAtpRZC-fqxbI8Iz1mmMwRbIkR55D7a9n0Nzy2JobbIw2QI-GteDpDatjTjuQBb/s1600-h/102_2801.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348748906231795570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp7clc6K5wgHxZy5sRztYj8MDfxHrWgk1q1vQpHYgFA9Km3zyoGNl9PIlP2YckecmMsEzhGthab7-qfqAtpRZC-fqxbI8Iz1mmMwRbIkR55D7a9n0Nzy2JobbIw2QI-GteDpDatjTjuQBb/s320/102_2801.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff99ff;">5</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;">When I put my glasses on and ask Dad what he thought (he wasn't there when I picked them out). He said,"You l</span><span style="font-family:webdings;">NN</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:arial;">k</span> </span></span></span><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">like your grandmother!" Of course I have always looked like my grandmother, so it is just one more thing to add to the list.<br /><br />(Note for Mrs. N: I took this pic by crouching down and steadying my arm on my knee. Nice and crisp and clear -- just the way I am seeing things now -- in FOCUS!!!)</span><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdK0N7dKwaPJ_d4eYhXjtZYsoNsIJJeTy0Kkik8kvgQUk7ATRnDOA4zISh5BjH2K92uRKjWpuwaJC4swo2GmJWLjaTaDW-dxWTjJTHKazi8UZ1I3SB9IMqVdxvvJSF0ZAgViVXfioFb0Pe/s1600-h/102_2774.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348747102534590434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdK0N7dKwaPJ_d4eYhXjtZYsoNsIJJeTy0Kkik8kvgQUk7ATRnDOA4zISh5BjH2K92uRKjWpuwaJC4swo2GmJWLjaTaDW-dxWTjJTHKazi8UZ1I3SB9IMqVdxvvJSF0ZAgViVXfioFb0Pe/s320/102_2774.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span> <span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;">5</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><span style="color:#999999;">(Note for Mrs. N: I used self-timer on this one.)</span> </span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="left"></div></div><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Okay, Mrs. N, how did I do?</span></p><p><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff99ff;"></span></p>Nancihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201392451129484877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599535227596788915.post-86366747822906151602009-06-16T14:36:00.011-04:002010-12-04T10:58:00.414-05:00Assignment #2<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Wow! Can't believe it but here I am moving right along to Assignment #2. It's all about "Breaking Rule #1". (Oops, sorry -- guess that's the rebel in me). Maybe I should say it's all about "Using the Background to Give Feeling to Your Pics". I'll give you the short version of the rule taken from Mrs. N's blog, but you should really go to <a href="http://zeahrenaissance.blogspot.com/2009/06/foto-friday-day-late.html#links">Renaissance - Foto Friday </a></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">and check out the whole assignment. It could help YOU take better pictures for YOUR blog, too.</span><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">"THIS week we have a variation on a theme...still I'd like to talk about backgorunds, but THIS week, I'm going to talk to you about BREAKING the distracting background rule.SOMETIMES, the background is important! Backgrounds lend feelings to a photograph. If you want to feel serene and calm, nothing will get you there faster than to gaze at a photo of winding road fading in the fog hovering over a wheatfield. If you want to feel intensity or hustle-bustle, nothing will get you there faster than a photo taken on the bustling streets of Vegas or NYC. Sometimes serene is what we are looking to portray and sometimes, it BUSTLE.In other instances, the background BECOMES the subject."</span> </div><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">So here goes. . .<br /><br /></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">PHOTO #1 (Uncropped) <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:webdings;">6 </span><br /></span>I'm going for that "Quiet Country-Life Feeling"</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ44onO5I9f_BWmh1GJh-hnxWl6AR0fbc26scs_suAlPZnyawMlq69kZ6g-Wjc0sJ4yV1xoxgl0_FsDpC4UhFgEOB3Vb0NXtCIwV6AXZSJsv_YKie6VOv9q7DRPY6qybkg-cJvsV23Zrlf/s1600-h/102_2643.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347999239236010898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ44onO5I9f_BWmh1GJh-hnxWl6AR0fbc26scs_suAlPZnyawMlq69kZ6g-Wjc0sJ4yV1xoxgl0_FsDpC4UhFgEOB3Vb0NXtCIwV6AXZSJsv_YKie6VOv9q7DRPY6qybkg-cJvsV23Zrlf/s320/102_2643.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#999999;"> </span><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;">PHOTO #2 (Uncropped) <span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;">6<br /></span>When we go to town, things are a little more "hustle, bustle" . . . Hey! Get Out of My Way!!!</span><br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgal7GZoUPa4VkhJlv8AzUrozZY_WiXWzPWb1MVTIe1rBWJyW_FQpbAmFv64245pVkRhyphenhyphenkQwl6TfUAeA7wTVQyC3Pt4cRRnajwI227hOjsKIDIzZE_v4LfAJOQKdcavzmUdAuFUVh9KLaFq/s1600-h/102_2646.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347997491745777202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgal7GZoUPa4VkhJlv8AzUrozZY_WiXWzPWb1MVTIe1rBWJyW_FQpbAmFv64245pVkRhyphenhyphenkQwl6TfUAeA7wTVQyC3Pt4cRRnajwI227hOjsKIDIzZE_v4LfAJOQKdcavzmUdAuFUVh9KLaFq/s320/102_2646.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999999;">Okay, now... Mrs. N, if I were to take these pics. again, what would be a few pointers?</span> </div><br /><p><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></p>Nancihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201392451129484877noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599535227596788915.post-44671923803027943092009-06-16T11:28:00.016-04:002010-12-04T10:58:29.764-05:00Assignment #1<span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Okay, Now the </span><a href="http://zeahrenaissance.blogspot.com/search/label/Foto%20Friday"><span style="font-family:arial;">photo assignments </span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">begin. I have been off to a really rocky start, but now hope to post a little quicker. We'll see. So far Mrs. N*** has given three assignments, and yes, I DO know that I am only on Lesson 1. Thank you VERY much! I said that I'd try to do better.</span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;">Tip #1: BEWARE of your BACKGROUND</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#009900;">When you are taking a photograph, you become so intent upon the subject (the main focus of the photograph) that sometimes, people forget to look around at the rest of the frame (the entire part being photographed). You may think that this isn't that big of a deal but it really truly is. It's a general rule to have uncluttered a background as possible. Sometimes you can effectively use a background to create feelings of clutter, if that is what you are going for, but often times-the LESS your eye is drawn to the background, the better.<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#999999;">Above is the short version of the assignment quoted from her blog. Click </span><a href="http://zeahrenaissance.blogspot.com/search/label/Foto%20Friday"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;">here </span></a><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;">to see all the assignments to date.<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Here's my shot at the first assignment:</span> </span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:0;color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">PHOTO #1</span> </span><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:webdings;">6</span></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;">(Uncropped)</span></span></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347959278783381202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-Bt4oot-MdPpwQ6ZHvrGQQWTuF6y-vTbYIIJnLfgqDzh8S0M2nlSi87XNPMrAfR0Qx7fzXeY1LhKgVqgmvBHJ5Pyk77YjV3UumqzxJ0ZyNXEXQUNYxOLyNmtzNaAhfytBzUq5Jj6Omsj/s320/102_2696.JPG" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">PHOTO #2 <span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;">6</span><span style="font-family:arial;">(Slightly Cropped)</span></span></p><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347962420716728802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0m2YBrf9W6ZINwtDMH-IBoLIm6du0jPoriRKKQ0PLr_dv1sSCuVIXz7Iz3oc07S9Km8GMCfGEmdEINcFBFGYw5Ksw6Zpr-1tHk6SpyVdUP-zBWJxBhzKs8rh4xtLfovn0HMiaaSKULBIQ/s320/102_2700.JPG" /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#999999;">PHOTO #3 <span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;">6</span><span style="font-family:arial;">(Really Cropped)</span></span></p><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347963986599014786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwVg-IoQo4fZipRUKVPgAkDUthphRf0aYQALES658nnyQQM2rRylEnxUWwwLVkpPi1_fC6Y1ySbc3UUlBse_2cvsYJM9lLfpfKtcsoLnKHifhTM5HpSJBCFpxirqNd45Dqg6OtYZUXdRPI/s320/102_2633.JPG" /></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#999999;"></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">What d'ya think, Mrs. N**?<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></span>Nancihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201392451129484877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599535227596788915.post-65277928305578675622009-02-24T15:01:00.008-05:002010-12-04T10:59:08.767-05:00Twins????<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwWPxyjfCJYMFfa2hSZaHt-IJ3T8UDI5rjjxcK3G59wGzIEmwv3DMKShYhDanPezD7SFLknIKT35pGwRP4BYBG3YZplSm0ZyESUsijUO8ubgu5tFOJR8vhcdVUVxLTbNJPZmDTd99T56eP/s1600-h/100_1999.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306457567131540946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwWPxyjfCJYMFfa2hSZaHt-IJ3T8UDI5rjjxcK3G59wGzIEmwv3DMKShYhDanPezD7SFLknIKT35pGwRP4BYBG3YZplSm0ZyESUsijUO8ubgu5tFOJR8vhcdVUVxLTbNJPZmDTd99T56eP/s320/100_1999.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Date: Late Summer - 2008<br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;">Time: Late Afternoon</span></div><p align="left"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Setting: Auto, No Flash </span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Description: None<br /></span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#999999;"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">This is my cousin, A***. She was born 10 hours after I was on the very same day (so we think we’re “twins”.) She was born two weeks before her due date, I was born two weeks after my due date. (My parents say I have been perpetually late ever since.) We both love animals, but she is the only one who has pets. We both love the outdoors. We both love to sing. We both love to go to church. We both love to cook, and play board games. We also are different. She is the only one with pets; she has a dog, two cats, a bird, and a rabbit. She likes rock music; I like country and folk. She is camera shy (I’m surprised she let me take her picture); I am not – camera shy that is. She likes roller coasters; I don’t (I hate heights). </span></span></p><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306459697887457042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBx1hn_h9M562-qa3vQ19ylZAmSQlZini19hiAQfbGUUX-IovBw2Xygy0DmridSXLUSQCbwp5li9Kme7Qeiyf144idyTtMlLH2c75vxTHWo-m9nDV6OrTqz5qbZ7fHyUz5b6hOvjU3nZ_l/s320/100_2003.JPG" /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">This is A***'s lower half. She's got a thing about wild socks</span>.<br /></span><br /></div><p><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff99ff;"></span></p>Nancihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201392451129484877noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599535227596788915.post-73048284861176578622009-01-07T16:00:00.002-05:002010-12-04T10:59:51.423-05:00ICICLES<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhohckxCk5eCoTtiPRObCB9PXo5F4EPrxmqYvEgHyEjT9fNqbY80BRAVF0xW_7e_hGDls2qaG7z2UMjMD5HXiFjaLcFUZfQxN5pWEP4hoWXK8dg9sOe1O0DIQ26wgCNzdRtNyOy2GJrGnS_/s1600-h/102_2594.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291254380223415250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhohckxCk5eCoTtiPRObCB9PXo5F4EPrxmqYvEgHyEjT9fNqbY80BRAVF0xW_7e_hGDls2qaG7z2UMjMD5HXiFjaLcFUZfQxN5pWEP4hoWXK8dg9sOe1O0DIQ26wgCNzdRtNyOy2GJrGnS_/s400/102_2594.JPG" /></a><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"></div><br /><p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;">Date Taken: January 7, 2009<br /><br />Time Taken: Approx. 5:00 pm<br /><br />Place Taken: Back Yard<br /><br />Camera Settings or notes: No flash, Auto<br /><br />Description:<br /><br />First, I want to thank my sister, Mama, Mrs. N*****., and Merchant Maidens for helping me with this blog.</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"><span style="color:#999999;">I took this picture because I love the way it shows the grass, the ice covered grass, and the icicles</span>.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff99ff;"></span></p>Nancihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201392451129484877noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6599535227596788915.post-11968782325177337982008-11-20T23:59:00.000-05:002009-01-07T17:14:55.113-05:00Thank You<div><font color="#cc33cc">We want to thank </font><a href="http://merchantmaidens.blogspot.com/"><font color="#3333ff">Melanie at Merchant Maiden </font></a><font color="#cc33cc">for making Images of Orangeblossom Orchard so lovely. This will be the only post that you see here for a little while because this blog is to be a Christmas surprise for my thirteen-year old daughter. She is homeschooled and will be posting her photography assignments here.</font></div>
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<br /><div><font color="#cc33cc">Melanie has been so sweet in setting this all up. She even converted my Brambleberry Cottage blog to a three-column template. I have really wanted to do that, but I didn't know how to do it myself.</font></div>
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<br /><div><font color="#cc33cc">Thank you for such a FANTASTIC giveaway. Be sure to visit </font><a href="http://http//merchantmaidens.blogspot.com/"><font color="#3333ff">Merchant Maiden </font></a><font color="#cc33cc">for great ideas for making money from home.</font></div>Nancihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201392451129484877noreply@blogger.com0