CEE’S FUN FOTO CHALLENGE – COLORFUL MONOCHROMES

I’ve never been know to be ‘colorful’, except for maybe my language at times.  I’m more of an earth-tone kinda girl.  So these are what I was attracted to: browns, greys (or is it grays?), and reds.

Welcome to my interpretation of ‘colorful’.

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All photo taken at Barclay Farmstead, Cherry Hill, NJ

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WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE – ANGULAR

 

ANGULAR

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A structure in Barkley Farmstead in Cherry Hill, New Jersey.  I go here to walk, think, admire, observe.  I am almost always with my five year old charge.  I spend five days a week with this bright charming fellow.  Here is a snippet of my day.  I love my job.

HIM:  Why are there Chrisrmas wreaths hanging in stores before Thanksgiving?

ME: I don’t really know, bud.

HIM: I love Christmas.  I can’t wait.

ME: Don’t rush it, pal.

HIM: Do you know what I love about Christmas?

ME: No.  Tell me.

HIM: I love the presents.

ME: Me too.

HIM: And I love that I get to eat candy canes.

ME: Yup.

HIM: And I love the joy of family.  (No lie. He said that. Verbatim.)

ME: That’s a really nice thing to say.  I’m glad you feel that way.

HIM:  I can’t help it.  It’s so joy-able.  (Also verbatim.)  😉

THIS KID’S ANGLING FOR SOMETHING, WOULDNT YOU SAY?

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CEE’S WHICH WAY CHALLENGE – 2014 #12

I headed into the trees, down the brown, leafy path. Enveloped in overgrown greenery. Bumps and stumps jumping out in front of me along the narrow trail.  My intention, to escape.  To find solitude in the depths of the woods.  To find peace in the whisper of the leaves and the skittering of the  squirrels. At least I hoped it was squirrels.  It wasn’t long before I saw him. Encircled in sun light. He beaconed to me. “Come closer,” I thought I heard him say.  “This way.” I’m sure that’s what I heard.

Do you see him? Can you feel him?  He was there.  I swear.

 

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CEE’S FUN FOTO CHALLENGE – THE COLOR BROWN AND SEPIA TONES

In accordance with the new season, a little brown.  I’ll save the golds, oranges, and reds for another time. 🙂  So, at Cee’s request and because I LOVE THESE CHALLENGES…

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THIS FORT WAS BROWN, I SWEAR!

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STARBUCK’S FOR DEEP DARK DELICIOUS BROWN COFFEE.

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OUR PUPPY DOG OF MANY BROWNS (AND BLACKS – OOPS)

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MY LITTLE BUDDY IS INSPECTING A BROWN STUMP.  LOOK WHAT HE FOUND.

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LOOK CLOSELY.  THOSE ARE BROWN.

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TRAVEL THEME – HIDDEN

There’s a super park in Cherry Hill, NJ where I bring my little ‘charges‘.  It’s a quick stroll down the road a piece and makes for some pretty fun photo opportunities.  Apparently, the community has set up a garden in Barclay Farmstead.  I see people every so often, tending to their own little corner of their gardening world – straw hats on heads, tiny spades in hand.   This is the first year I’ve had the chance to see the flowers and veggies in full bloom.  Some are cared for more diligently than others, but it’s a fabulous site to see, nonetheless.  Last week I spotted, hidden among the flowers, the last of this seasons plump, juicy Jersey tomatoes.  I walked the perimeter to see if there was a way to get a closer look but, for good reason I suppose, there was a gate, and it was locked.  More than anything else that I could see, there were lots and lots of flowers.

Approaching the garden

Approaching the garden

Walk on…

Getting closer to those ripe tomatoes!

Getting closer to those ripe tomatoes!

I can’t get in!  But it appears that this guy, hidden in the flora and vegetation, did…

Hidden in the garden

Hidden in the garden

And now, he can’t get out!

Hidden in plain sight

Hidden in plain sight

His body language screams frustration!  I hope he at least gets to taste some of those rosy tomatoes.  Jersey has the best!

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CEE’S WHICH WAY CHALLENGE – WEEK 1

I don’t know how she does it, but Cee has thrown out yet another gaunlet – Which Way.  If your at a loss for roads to travel, bridges to cross, or paths to take, Cee has them waiting for you on her site.  Here a just a few “Which Ways” I’ve taken or observed.

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CEES’ FUN FOTO CHALLENGE – BRIDGES

Cee, @ ceephotography.com has presented yet another challenge. Bridges.  I’m afraid I’ve posted most of my bridges.   So I guess I’m not rising to the occasion  and I need to do more pointing and clicking  and maybe the next time some says “bridges” I’ll be ready.  But for now, here’s what’s left of my bridge crossings.   Maybe less is more.  🙂

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CEE’S FUN FOTO CHALLENGE – WALKS – INDOOR AND OUTDOOR

“There are so many paths.”

Yup, there are.”

“Do you know which to choose?”

“Well.  I’d think that would be up to the individual.”

“What’s at the end of each path?”

“I’ve heard they’re all very different.”

“Have you taken any of these?”

“Yup.”

“How did you know which one you wanted to walk down?”

“It was easy.”

“So.  How did you decide?”

“Well, I knew that down one path I’d find Strength. Down another, Hope. “

“And the others?”

“Wisdom, Knowledge, Opportunity, Love.  The list is long.”

“Are they all good paths?”

“No.  There’s Hate, Darkness, Dispair.”

“But how?  How did you know which to choose.”

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Barclay – wooden path

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Collingswood – Wooden Bridge

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Brigantine – Sea Wall walkway

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Walkway to a New Future

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Path along Barclay trail

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Barclay – stone path

”  It may sound strange, and a little bit scary, but it was something I felt.  I had a choice, and I just knew I didn’t want Hate, Darkness, or Dispair.  Any one of the other paths meant a good future for me.  I could feel myself being drawn to the goodness.  From there, it was easy.”

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TRAVEL THEME – SMOKE AND MIRRORS

In looking through my sparse repertoire of photos, I come to realize that I have very little in the way of smoke and some questionable mirrors.  This, as you might notice, will not stop me from joining in on Ailsa’s challenge on her blog, wheresmybackpackI‘m nothing, if not persistent.  Some of these photos are unedited, and some are just Smoke and Mirrors.

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THURSDAY LINGERING LOOK AT WINDOWS – WEEK 10

Dawn @ lingeringvisions is the gracious host of the title post.  She doesn’t ask for a story, but, like a song, I felt one coming on.  This window is part of the Barclay Farmstead in Cherry Hill, New Jersey.  During my visit I came across several old buildings, a few trails, a park with swings and slides, a wooden bridge, and more. I decided to skulk around and take a few photos.  Then my imagination took over…

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“They say she was carrying that basket when she disappeared.”

With a shiver, I turned.  An elderly man, in a long weathered coat, stood beside me.  Apparently he noticed that his silent approach had startled me.    He appeared apologetic,  his eyes almost tear-filled.

“I’m sorry, ” he whispered.

Without waiting for my acknowledgement, he looked toward the basket in the window and continued, softly.

“There were daffodils in the basket when they found it,” he said turning and pointing in the direction of the woods. “She’d been picking them at the time.  On the trail.  On the other side of the bridge.”

I nodded, not sure if I should say anything.

“It was this time of year, 30 years ago,” he continued in his low voice. “Spring. She had beautiful red curls and a green ribbon in her hair.”  He looked at me, still appearing to be near tears.

“Her mother told the authorities that she had asked to gather flowers before going to a friend’s birthday celebration.”  He lowered his eyes. “The basket sits there.  Has all these years.”

I fixed my gaze on the window and tried to picture a red-headed child in her party attire, green bow clipped to her curls.  When I turned, the man had vanished.  I was drawn to the bridge, and as I started to cautiously cross, something in the distance seemed to move between the trees.  Straining to focus, I just couldn’t be sure.

Being a bit put off, I turned to cross back over the bridge when I spotted something slowly waving in the early spring breeze.  There, tied to a rail, was what appeared to be a tattered green ribbon.

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