For the first time I have seen some of my prints framed and matted in large frames! I have done two photos smaller, but that’s just not the same. This is exciting and, to be honest, very encouraging because … dare I admit this? … they look good! I’m quite happy with the results, and it make me want to do more. Trouble is, I have to use Dan’s printer to print them, because the largest paper I can use with my printer is 13×19 and these need to be 17×22. That’s not a huge issue, but until I have the right drivers (I think that’s the correct term) for his printer I have to have his help and the printing has to be done from his computer. I don’t want to bother him but, even more, I want to do it all myself.

Yes. I sound like a child. “I want to do it all by myself!”

Still, the photos are matted, framed, boxed, and heading out to the exhibit later this morning. Now I just pray they arrive there unharmed. (I packed very carefully, but I know how things can get treated when they are shipped like this.)

And still, I continue to shoot my flowers. Poor flowers, they keep getting shot! ;-)Hardenbergia_violacea_(II),_1.23.15








Just a Few Photos

I just wrote a long essay here and then deleted it. Sometimes that’s the best thing to do. I was whining. No one needs THAT! So here … have some recent things I’ve posted elsewhere. This is especially for my friends who don’t look on those other sites. You know who you are. :-)









Pondering On My Walk

Someone I know very well once told me two things about myself that still haunt me, and they were told to me many years ago. (No, it’s not anyone who would read this. Trust me on that!)

“You are a snob!”
“You intimidate me.”

They were not said to be mean. They were said as kindly as one can say such things. They were said to help me see things differently. They may have been said to help me change and grow as well.

Now the first is one that doesn’t surprise me. I am a snob. I try not to be (truly!) but I know I’m a snob about certain things, and especially about the arts. But the latter? It seems that in order to intimidate I should be smarter. At least smarter than the person who told me that fact. I was not. I am not. I will never be. I wish I were smarter, but I’m too lazy to put a lot of effort into getting there. Go figure.

A smart person wouldn’t write “Go figure.”

One thing she didn’t say was “You are tremendously judgmental.”

I am that, to be sure.

I had to laugh at myself the other day when I made some harsh judgements about someone I saw on a walk. I was thinking that if that person said, “Don’t judge!” as people do sometimes before or after they do or say something that might bug the observer/listener, I would probably have to respond, “Too late.”


I don’t like these things about myself. Well, I’m not so sure about the intimidation one … perhaps that was more about the person who told me. I wonder. How in the world could a simple person like me be intimidating? But if it IS true, what to do about it?

Another thing that makes me annoyed with myself is my selfishness.

I guess this is my “blog of confession”, isn’t it? My walk brought this on. Actually this has been brewing for a number of walks now.

I’m just very selfish with my time, with my space, and my privacy. I might spout on my blogs, but I’m in control of these places, and I only share the parts of me that I’m willing to share. (Yes, I’m perfectly willing to share my bad traits. I’m not so willing to share my fears and you won’t find me writing too much about those: they are many.)

Do I want to change? Will I work on change?

I really don’t know. I will be quite honest about that.

Here … flowers for your time ….First_Shot-_Pink_Rose_and_Dewdrops,_1.13.15





Our Magnolia Neighborhood

We used to have a magnolia tree right by our front door. I really despised the thing: it was quite messy, and because of where it was planted —in a very small cove, really— we never really saw the blooms that were above the roof line. (Our “front” door is toward the back of the house with very little space.) On my walks, though, I love seeing the magnolias. They can be pretty amazing!





Life is gradually gettting back to normal (the “normal” Dan and I are used to, in any case), and that’s always a good thing. I’m realizing more and more that i need to have things to do in order to feel of any worth at all. I wonder what it will be like when I fully retire. Will I handle it okay? Will I be depressed? Will I die soon after, as so many do?

Then again, I am going to bet I die before I am even able to fully retire, so maybe I have nothing to worry about!

January 8 Already?!

… and I’ve not posted anything here since I did the December 31 post. Yikes! Maybe it IS time to say goodbye to the pattyo, and just do the oboe blog and the photo site. Hm.

For now, though, yellows & oranges. And some golden pumpkins for fun.








Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho

I’m back to work this morning. Yep, already. I have three students today, one of whom is new. A week off would have been nice, but with no Nutcracker income I felt the need to take students who wanted lessons during the holidays. At least I hope they want these lessons. I do wonder if it was actually the parents ….

Here … have some flowers! I continue to marvel at the beauty around me. I doubt that will ever change.







Goodbye Christmas

What a strange season this has been. No children at home. No Nutcracker. Dan and I don’t really exchange gifts, aside from the abundance of chocolate we both find in our Christmas stockings (we have what we need, we buy what we want, and our gift to ourselves are all the concerts we attend. Ah the life of comfort!).

I’m grateful that my sister and her kids and grandkids are nearby and can come over. It does make it more festive. Still, it would be great to see our own children and I missed them. When I was younger I used to think that some of my sibs moved far away to escape their parents. Now I can’t help but realize that if that’s the case, perhaps ours have moved far away to escape us. Hm. Not sure I want to go there! I think I’ll choose, instead, to say they moved far away so Dan and I have places to go visit on occasion. (Just not this Christmas: two trips as a couple to New York and two to SoCal already this year means it was a financially responsible thing to do to stay home.)

My photography site has been getting more attention than this one, and I still have to decide how to handle all of this. THREE sites … well … yes. This one is personal. The oboe site is, obviously, for my music work. The photography site is on the off chance I might someday actually sell something. (An idea that I think is probably “going nowhere quickly” — thanks, mom, for those three words: I frequently have them in my head!) Too much? Probably. But I’m still not at a point where I feel comfortable giving this site up (and yes, it would be the first to go). So we’ll see.

Here … for Christmas have some reds and greens!







I’m not keeping this up!

I’ve been pretty bad about posting here. After starting my photography site I’ve found it very difficult to take care of this site. My oboe blog isn’t exactly lively either, but I do have daily posts there so at least something goes up.

So the question is …

Do I continue to maintain this?!

I do, after all, post my photos on the photography blog, so if someone wants to see those they are easily accessible.

Maybe I need to remind myself of what I used to do on this blog: it was primarily a place to ramble, ponder, and fill family in on what is happening here. (I know one family member reads these; I doubt anyone else does, although I never check the stats to see — I think there’s a way to check, although I’m rather clueless about that!)

Anyway, here are some photos that have recently appeared elsewhere … just because. (And red for the season.)Red_Passion_Flower,_12.10.14