We filled a 30-yard dumpster better than 2/3 full with just the siding. The rest of the room in the dumpster is so Mama could clean house: old boxes and furniture, crap from the basement and garage.
The siding was nailed on by hand. There were hundreds of nails, and each board had to be pulled off, one by one. VInny and Vinny, a father and son duo did the job. It's a ton of work, very strenuous, and the guys did it in 2 days. The noise was epic, like being under artillery fire. Here's the first part removed, on the first day.
We're pretty sure we removed the original siding and shutters. Underneath numerous pieces of wood we found moisture and cobwebs, like on the backs of the old shutters.
Annika is trying to communicate her exasperation with having already seen this episode of "What Not to Wear".
She's also shown here amongst some of our respective vices. Mine being "What Not to Wear" of course. Her vices? See those 2 binkies? One is no longer enough. And she's a big fan of that duck she's holding.
You can see the hairs on the bee's body. And the specifications about my camera lens in the upper right hand side.
So I was walking at the Cemetery with Annika and I stopped to enjoy the light. I looked all around me, 360 degrees, looking for my shot. I've been finding lately that when I know the light is right, I just need to stop and keep looking until I find it. That's how I got "Fairy Shadow" a few entries below, while shooting just before a thunderstorm.
And that's how I found this. A perfect laser beam of sunlight perfectly illuminated the flag in front of this gravestone. Like a spotlight. And it felt like someone was trying to get my attention. :)
I shot a few frames, and it's a tricky shot, so I think I'm still working on it. But this is a start.
While out photographing during a spring storm, I snapped this fairy shadow in the back garden.
Annika is a bold little walker these days. And like her mother, she's always barefoot. She loves walking in the grass, but she also enjoys the different textures in the cement sidewalks, the flagstone path, and the mulch (which we have to chase her out of). Here she is marching toward the house with her stuffed seagull, Douglas. Age 17 months.
After trying countless teething tools and devices, Annika has refused all but her binkies and her toothbrushes. She asks to brush her teeth. And she hollers at me when I take away her toothbrush. Like, stomped her foot and shrieked at me yesterday. I guess I shouldn't complain. But I'm going to have to give the kid just a little bit of grief when she gets her first cavity.
This is from late last summer, but I'm feeling it I swear I've been doing a lot of shooting. No time lately to do much with it though. One of these days :) For now, enjoy the spider!
