Got hand

Today Cole had a vision to fill a latex glove with slime -- that concoction of glue, borax and water that was such a fad hit with last year's 5th graders. He mixed it up himself and even, after a bit of reminding, cleaned up afterward. And has been carrying around the slime glove wherever he goes. He put it on his head because, he told me, it is very soothing. He proffered the slime glove for me to try. I put it on my head. He's right, it is indeed soothing to drape a slime glove across one's face.

Winging it

The view from seat 35A on the way from YVR to ORD at 6:38 am. I like this project because these days, when I see a scene that catches my eye, that tickles that particular visually-oriented fold of my cerebral cortex, instead of noting it and going on with my day I'm pausing to make a picture or two. Under no illusions that I'm creating great art, though that would be nice. It's still all about pushing back the negative thoughts and feelings of being overwhelmed by my current life parameters. About nurturing that small bit of breathing room. That precious, precarious, sacred space within me, that was lost for so long.

One step at a time

I just returned from a humbling experience at the Node.js Interactive conference, a global gathering of über fans of the open source JavaScript runtime. I am very much still a JS beginner, and being around people who are ninjas of this stuff made me feel...well, all kinds of really not-great things. Especially since I was there to write about this conference, covering sessions from some sort of presumed knowledge. I texted my best friend Heather that I felt qualified to be one of the people tidying up the coffee stations outside the lecture rooms rather than one of those sitting inside. But I got through, and had some good conversations and saw some great talks and am generally glad I went.

The photo is from yesterday. Taking a shortcut back to the convention center after lunch (by which I mean 'quick nap in my hotel room' - my mental wellbeing at the conf was not helped by the jet lag) i liked how these stone steps converged, in a waterside park leading down to the harbor.I made others playing with the whole triangle/intersection thing but the one where my boots edged into the frame (on purpose) I like the best. Taking this as a reminder to just keep on keeping on. Even when discouraged. Just got to focus on that next step.

That's no moon

Vancouver Convention Center. Where I spent all day immersed in Node.js deep dives. Still, I noticed this coming in this morning and thought there had to be a photo there...

Ladies

I have long enjoyed the super-sized male/female icons denoting the bathrooms at BWI. I was delighted to see that the Toronto airport also utilizes giant gender cutouts for their rest rooms -- GIANT LADIES PEE HERE.  But was running too hard for my connecting flight for even a potty stop, much less a photo op.  Hopefully on the return trip.

Us chickens

working in the chicken yard in the late evening light, endeavoring to cover the top with netting to keep out the local hawks who keep coming by looking for a chicken dinner...

managed to both make photos and post them all in the same day!

Self

Snugging up the house for the night -- we have entered the time of year when days still hold the memory of summer heat, but nights are slouching toward winter, and windows are adjusted accordingly morn and eve.  Caught sight of my reflection in the glass, liked the tree line and twilight sky outside. I never have figured out how to take a self portrait that does not prominently feature my iphone du jour...