My friend's young daughter on her first Ferris Wheel ride, a few years ago, at our local country fair. Her father was with her, but can't really be seen from this angle. All photos clickable to enlarge.
Azaleas. Spring can't get here soon enough for me.
David Austin roses, known for their incomparable aroma and gazillions of inner petals.
Posters of the 1971 Chevrolets—in clockwise order from top left, the new-for-'71 powered clamshell tailgate, translucent "wood" sided Kingswood Estate; the Camaro RS with those neat "nerf" bumperettes and Endura ring around the central grille; the Corvette; the Monte Carlo personal luxury coupe; the Chevelle sport coupe. I've had these since 1971—forty years ago!
My hybrid pink irises which I've moved from house-to-house. They always bloom for my birthday.
Pink Garden's Lilacs. This shrub must be one hundred years old.
More stuff. Items range from my mid-century modern Grundig Majestic console radio/record player at left, to my circa 1790 cherry secretary cabinet at the right, one of my prized possessions. Those small framed oil paintings surrounding it are from Germany. My parents bought them in the 1950s. My Edison Gem cylinder player is on the small table in the center, with a few of the cylinder containers in front of it.
The beautfully turned details of my 1870s marble-topped pedestal table, which I believe was a wedding present for my mother's grandparents.
One of my pieces in the midst of being created. This shows the painting layers almost finished. This image also shows the paints and polyurethane cans and brushes and tapes and all the assorted detritus that I use when creating.
Rabbit's Eye View—My pink Irises as seen from the ground. Sometimes I just like to lie on the ground and see the world from the viewpoint of the little creatures that live outside.