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Framers Friday: Food Photography

Flamin’ Hot Habanero

Here is what I wrote:

I’ve been wanting to play with fire since the last time I played (Line from a Song 2021). So, since this is not my favorite theme, I decided to have fun burning it up. Since Dan has Fridays off (for the rest of the year), I roped him into being my assistant. We cleared out a tiny space in his garage and set up a mini studio. I tried both jalapenos and habaneros and ended up with a few good shots. This was my favorite and Dan’s pick. It’s not easy. I would change a few things if I were to do this again in the future. But, overall, I’m happy with the result.

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Framers Friday: Chaos

Home Improvement

Here is what I wrote:

Dan has been doing essential work around the house including adding trim, baseboards, etc. which this house lacked. It had no personality. Dan dumped the bag out. It’s really for the drill and a few other items. All the other stuff was just accumulated through various projects. I thought it would be humorous to have a bottomless carpet bag perspective like the kind Mary Poppins had. Ha! Since I was kind of crippled due to breaking my toe once again, Dan became my assistant doing what I asked of him such as adjusting the external flashes or a tool for me while I stood on a stepladder with my camera. Without him, I think I would have skipped this week.

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Write 31 Days: Comfort (Day 15)

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What brings me comfort?
I can think of a variety of things.

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I have found that cross-stitching has given me comfort – a means of alleviating anxiety or stress. It takes my mind off whatever is causing me anxiety. I’m unsure if it’s the repetitive pattern of Xs, having to focus on the chart and stitching, keeping my hands busy, or a combination that alleviates the anxiety.

I’ve also discovered that whenever I wake up early in the morning feeling poorly, most likely due to my allergy meds wearing off, leaning or resting on Dan helps me return to sleep. Strange to say, his breathing and snoring comfort me. Yes, I said snoring. Dan says he doesn’t mind, that he likes it when I snuggle up against him. I worry though because he needs his rest too.

Reading God’s word with either a bible study or devotional also gives me comfort. Focusing and talking with God often brings peace. I enjoy my time in the Word.

Whenever uncomfortable feelings inside get to be too much, I escape outdoors and drink in the beauty and calm of nature. The heat of the Texas summer often drives me back indoors. But, just being out there for several minutes is restorative. Thank goodness cooler weather is almost here. I’m looking forward to spending time outdoors with the Father and reading.

Sweatsuits in the winter can bring comfort too. I love wearing lounge pants in the summer and sweatsuits in the winter. Both bring a sense of comfort to me. I know sweatsuits are outdated; but, I don’t care. I only wear them around the house. I thank God Walmart still sells sweatsuits for dirt cheap occasionally.

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What brings you comfort?

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Write 31 Days: Born (Day 12)

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I’ve heard about the day I was born from both my mother and father while growing up. I am going to attempt to write it all out keeping it short and sweet. It will not be easy to do as my parents are gone. However, I’m going to try.

Foreword: My mother contracted Rubella (German measles) while pregnant with me. It was either in the 10th or 13th week. I could never get precisely when straight. Both of my parents were concerned. What’s strange about this event was Mother was the only case for hundreds of miles around. This was during the Rubella epidemic of the 60s. This was also when doctors did not know if the disease affected the unborn. (They now know it can cause a variety of birth defects depending on the stage of development,)

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The day of my birth was when men were not allowed to be present during labor. My father anxiously awaited outside for news. I can visualize him pacing while chewing his fingernails.

The nurse brought me out to show Dad announcing “It’s a girl!” This didn’t register with him. He immediately asked if I was alright. The nurse was confused. She repeated what she said. He reached in and hastily opened up the blanket while I was still in the nurse’s arms confusing her even more. He looked me over and counted my fingers and toes. Once he was reassured I was fine, my gender registered.

He was thrilled. He always wanted a girl.

A little while later, when Dad was in the room with Mother and me, Mother handed me over to him and said, “Here, you can name her for there will be no more.” 

Dad named me Lee Ann1 after Lee Ann Meriweather. She was Miss America in 1955. 

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Mother still worried about me.  At the age of three months, she knew I could not hear. She took me to doctor after doctor desperate to get help for me. They all said they could not help until I reach a certain age which often varied from two to six years. She finally found a doctor that referred her to the Speech and Hearing Center of Houston when I was almost two years of age. When she showed up at the Center, she saw babies with hearing aids and was angry. But, she was told I was caught in time. My hearing was tested, I was both severely Hard-of-hearing and deaf and fitted with a body-style hearing aid. Intense speech therapy began and I immediately started attending school until thrown into public school at the age of seven. 

Note: I became profoundly deaf by the time I reached sixth grade.

  1. Stephanie was the name they planned to use if my siblings before me were a girl. 

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Write 31 Days: Between (Day 10)

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‘Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever.’
~ Horace Mann ~

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Golden hour is a treasured time for many photographers. The light is warm, and it softens. Overexposing (or underexposing) is a hard thing to do.

I find this to be true as I love shooting insects during golden hours.

However, I have not treasured many mornings until recently. My illness consumed me.

But, I cherished the evening light. I took many pictures during this hour. My husband would join me. He worried. Constantly. My protector.

I usually felt better in the evenings.

I am beginning to rise and step foot outside. Not to shoot. But to drink on the awakening day.

I’m feeling more like myself.

Soon, I hope. No, I will take advantage of both golden hours. I will have strength in the mornings as well as in the evenings.

And, I’ll live life between the two.

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Represent {Five Minute Friday}

Giving Up

“Represent” is a topic/word giving me grief over the many possibilities.

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My original aim (of this blog and my writing) was to stay true to myself without causing pain to others1 and, at the same time, try to do all things with mindfulness, kindness, and empathy.

This objective slightly changed. , I cannot worry about others to remain true to myself and my history. I am still concerned about causing harm or anger thus always mindful of how I do or say things. But, this is my story and journey. I am representing myself and my truth.

What is my truth?

  • I am a fallen, forgiven Believer in the one true God, our Creator.
  • I think I can be a writer since I love to play with words.2
  • I lack the self-confidence to pursue writing, photography, and so much more. I don’t have faith in myself to try.

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  1. I was mostly worried about what my family would think. Everything they thought, did, or said often cut me to the core. No longer. Note: This is part of the reason why I have no faith (confidence) in myself to pursue things such as writing or even selling some stuff I make. This is a hard thing to overcome.
  2. Writing has always been a way I communicate without the possibility of being misunderstood (or misunderstanding others). I am unsure if my being deaf has anything to do with this fact about me. But, I was always the weird, sensitive, and passionate girl that no one understood. I’m sure it’s due to my upbringing (deaf of a hearing family) and genetics. I’ve always marched to the beat of a different drummer and this often ostracized me within society.Leeann_EthnicFlava_jenntags12-vi

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