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just the tip

I believe that if one fathoms deeply one’s own neighborhood and the everyday world in which he lives, the greatest of worlds will be revealed.  — Masanobu Fukuoka, The One Straw Revolution

I want to get back into a big piece of writing and this 365 project is helping — helping me to see the importance of a daily creative habit.  It might seem like a little thing: taking and sharing a photo each day.  But it’s exactly the commitment to do it daily that has pushed me past a point of stagnant energy on multiple occasions.  And this is just the help I need to get back into my bigger writing.  So, thank you all, for your dedication to this project.  Having a group to share with has made all the difference!

 

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snow mound 45_365

On a soggy day before Christmas, Grandfather made a snow cave to amuse one of his stir-crazy grandchildren.  Over the past two months, the edifice has transformed from a cave to mound, looming larger and larger in front my parents’ house with each new snowfall.  Despite a bit of friendly teasing from my Mom, my Dad has documented the growth of the snow mound and given it various names (from “Something Big” to “Snow Jabba” to “Mount Gousty”) — keeping family members near and far up-to-date on its transformations over the course of the winter.

Today the cousins played on the snow mound, much to the delight of their master snow sculptor Grandfather.  And all the adults in the family started taking bets on how long it will take for this massive pile of snow to melt in the spring!

sliding down

 

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love 43_365

We love to have a visit from Grandmommy and Grandfather on a cold and blustery afternoon.

rubber baby buggy bumpers

(Ellen was our photo assistant: encouraging him to smile by saying “Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers!” over and over again.)

 

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his face

A hard day.  Taking photos of his slobbery* baby face made it better.

*slobber |ˈsläbərverb no obj. ] to have saliva dripping copiously from the mouth