You Capture-Doorways

This week over at Beth’s place the challenge word was Doorways.

About Tuesday I realized that I hadn’t really given any thought to the challenge and so I went around my house looking at the doorways.

We live in a turn of the century house and I love that we have the original doors and the beautiful glass knobs. I never thought to take a photo of the doorknob before, but I am glad that I did because this shot makes me so happy.

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I took many photos of the glass door knobs from different angles, but that one right there was my favorite.

Then just by happen chance I was at my best friend’s the next morning keeping an eye on her younger kiddos for her when I looked out the backdoor to see the most glorious puffy snowflakes falling from the sky. I immediately grabbed my camera.

When shooting snowflakes you have to have your focus on manual so you can focus on the snowflakes and not the tree behind them. Catching snowflakes falling while focusing on manual can be a bit tricky, but I am so in love with this shot.

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This shot is also straight out of the camera (SOOC)

By thinking outside of the box a little bit I know have two beautiful shots that I love and are now part of my Project 365 in 2011.

So how about you? Did you capture any great things from doorways this week?

I Believe in Signs

My mother in law loved to garden.

When she was well her garden thrived and was just so beautiful.

I remember commenting about how lovely her garden was and how I could never have a beautiful garden like hers.

The next Christmas I got a book. The Encyclopedia of Gardening or something like that. That book still sits on my shelf and from time to time I thumb through it, pondering the garden I will never have.

It’s not that I don’t want a garden, it’s just the fact that no matter how hard I try I can never keep one alive. Add to that the toll it takes on my body being outside digging, pulling, and lugging and it’s just not worth it.

But I did love her garden.

All too soon she became ill and her garden was a distant memory.

We all tried to help out, but it was just no use. Weeds were choking it out and slowly killing that garden that she loved so much. Much like her liver was slowly killing her.

Three years ago on Saturday she passed away after years of fighting for her life. A new liver was found, but not before her body was too weak and sick to accept it.

For years the guilt has riddled me because of the plea I made the day that she went into the hospital to never return.

You see, I was helping to take care of her. I was splitting my time between my house and hers during the day to make sure she ate, took her medicine, got to the bathroom, and any other things that needed to be done while my father in law was at work.

I wasn’t forced to do it. I happily helped because I loved my mother in law so very much.

The day that they got the call about the liver being available for her I was exhausted. My mind and spirit were spent and I lay down on the floor in my bedroom and I wept. I cried out to God to do whatever He must but I just couldn’t go on like this any longer.

I was too tired. The burden seemed too much.

When we got the call that they were on their way to the hospital I rejoiced as I thought my prayers had been answered. Only to have my heart feel like it was crashing onto the floor when we later got the call that the liver wouldn’t help.

I never told anyone that I blamed myself for her passing. But it was there. A big ugly elephant in the room whenever I would go over to her house.

She was never there, but the guilt always was.

Last year my father in law had work done in the backyard. He wanted to make it something of beauty that my mother in law would have been proud of. Something like she would have done.

The garden had to be removed so that it could be restored. The landscapers tried to save what they could and replant, but to no avail as it all perished.

This past Sunday we got together to celebrate her life and spread her ashes in her garden with the hopes that someday it will look like it once did, for her.

My father in law doesn’t know how it survived, as he is sure that the landscapers had dug everything up and it hasn’t bloomed in years.

It is one of the last clematis that she bought, I remember her showing it to me as it started to bloom. She loved that flowering vine and I know she wants us to know that everything is okay.

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This post is part of You Capture; Signs

You Capture-The Magical Landing Edition

The landing going to the upstairs in a magical place mid morning.

Everything seems to just radiantly glow.

This is part of the reason why I haven’t put a curtain on the window the said landing.

Well that and and my laziness.

So the other morning when I noticed the cat hanging out there I had to snap a couple of quick shots.

But totally ignore the shredded up carpet to the left of the cat, it is something that she just won’t leave alone.

And since I am really wanting to rip that carpet off the stairs, I sort of don’t mind. Much

Here is the cat in a private moment.
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And the glare I got when she noticed I was interupting her private moment.
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And Oscar, because what post would this be about the landing if it didn’t have him peeking around the corner of it.
Oscar Aglow

Head on over to Beth’s place to see more great black and white shots.

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