Why do posts have to have titles?  Why does art have to have a title?  What am I trying to say with this photo?  Does my title give a clue?

Any guesses?

Maybe.  I just like blue.  And rust.  And texture.  And I got all three in one!  Score!  Actually “score” isn’t too far off from where I took this photograph.  I was at a baseball game and I was leaning against this light pole to steady myself while I took photos of the catcher.  I stepped back and noticed the pole, said “cool” and took two shots and moved on.  My favorite photos of the night.

Today (Sunday) is my day to post over at Vision and Verb.  Join me over there to find out all about this pile of rocks.  While you are there spend some time reading the posts of the other fabulous women of Vision and Verb.

Happy 4th of July to all my American friends!  Be safe!

if i were a month i’d be november, the month of my birth and the completion of harvest,
if i were a day i’d be friday, with the weekend to contemplate,
if i were a time of day i’d be 4:30 p.m. (the end of my work day),
if i were a font i’d be dearJoe,
if i were a sea animal i’d be a dolphin, happy and carefree,
if i were a direction i’d be west, embracing the setting sun,
if i were a piece of furniture i’d be a big comfy bed,
if i were a liquid i’d be diet dr. pepper,
if i were a gemstone i’d be a sapphire, brilliant and blue
if i were a tree i’d be a birch, peeling back my layers,
if i were a tool i’d be my wet tile saw,
if i were a flower i’d be a daisy, with my face to the sun,
if i were an element of weather i’d be the warmth from the sun,
if i were a musical instrument i’d be a grand piano,
if i were a color i’d be red,
if i were an emotion i’d be serenity,
if i were a fruit i’d be a banana…no, a watermelon…no, a banana…
if i were a sound i’d be the clicking of a keyboard,
if i were an element i’d be iron, strong and durable,
if i were a car i’d be a porshe,
if i were a food i’d be chocolate…wait…i think i already am…
if i were a place i’d be the oregon coast,
if i were material i’d be silk,
if i were a taste i’d be chocolate,
if i were a scent i’d be cinnamon,
if i were a body part i’d be eyes, the better to see you with,
if i were a song i’d be lady in red,
if i were a bird i’d be an eagle, soaring high above,
if i were a gift i’d be the gift of love,
if i were a city i’d be hood river,
if i were a door i’d be open,
if i were a pair of shoes i’d be pointy toed,
if i were a poem i’d be a limerick, fun and just a little bit naughty.

The evening got away from me last night.  I’m not sure where all the time went, but before I knew it, it was 11:30 p.m. and I didn’t have my post written for today or even have a chance to visit everyone else.  That is the first thing on the agenda today.  After that I’m working on the back yard.  One thing I did work on last night was finding a different gallery plug-in that would work and not cause issues, as I found out the last one did.  Please let me know if you have any problems – if so, I’ll continue my search, but so far I’m liking this one.

These shots are of some scoops from one of the old crib elevators that I’ve posted before.

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Do you ever feel like nothing seems to go right?  You keep hitting your head against a brick wall?   You keep running into stumbling blocks and waiting for the other shoe to fall?  Can I think of any more cliches?  Why do we have cliches?  Because they are full of truths.

When I was trying to sort out my computer / internet issues I felt like I was hitting my head against a brick wall.  None of the things that I tried doing were working, from the instructions of the tech support people to the helpful emails from friends here and on another forum I frequent.  Nothing.  Nada.  My forehead felt bruised and battered.  I lost sleep.  Okay, now that was stupid.  But then a new modem was installed and the problem was solved.  Then last night when I went to restart my computer it shut itself off.  Three or four times.  And that was after doing a hard drive test that passed with flying colors.  Ha!  There was that brick wall again.  But I didn’t give up and the computer eventually restarted. (Yes, my photos are backed up on an external hard drive. Are yours? )

The Confused Husband left a comment here a couple of weeks ago, as a new visitor to my blog, so I went for a reciprocal visit to check out his blog and thank him for the nice comment.  What I found there was not what I was expecting.  I thought it would be another photo blog, but it was far from that.  The first post I read was his most recent and I was intrigued, so I went back and started at the beginning of his archives.  What I found was a man pouring his heart out for the world to see.  What I read touched my heart.  His marriage was in trouble.  His life had hit that proverbial brick wall.  He felt bruised and battered.  And he was processing it through his writing.  And taking responsibility for his part of the trouble.  As another commenter there said, it is a beautiful blog and very insightful - She Cheated On Me starts here.  Read it from the beginning - it is worth it. (Rated PG13 for language.)