This photo represents comfort for me for a few different reasons. For one thing, it’s comforting to know my kitty Mr. Peep enjoys gaming as much as The Boyfriend and I do (he stole this while I was in the middle of a game of Fallout: New Vegas) and for another thing, he just looks so cozy cuddled right up to the PS3 controller. As soon as I put it down to go get a drink he jumped up on the couch and snuggled right down on it. I didn’t have the heart to wake him up so I turned the game off.
I took this when wandering around on the edge of a farmer’s field last November. It’s a harvested corn field and I remember thinking that it seemed almost fitting with the cold air because the setting sun didn’t look like it was providing any warmth at all.
This one happened after a HUGE storm in our city this summer. A few days later, a co-worker of mine was telling us how her brother called to ask if the city was on fire because it looked really orange. This was funny for the silliness of the statement and almost believable because the sky was so very orange. However, with the lack of smoke in said sky, it was still a pretty dumb statement.
It’s been a while since I participated in the Weekly Photo Challenge that the Daily Post has every Friday. This week, however, the topic is Sky and since I just happened to take a bunch of photos of the sky before a thunderstorm yesterday, I thought it was appropriate.
Those clouds rolled in and then there was one hell of a storm with all kinds of wind, thunder and lightening. It was a long time coming as we haven’t had a storm in a couple of weeks and it’s been pretty hot. After it was over, the sky was a really awesome orange colour over the trees near my apartment building.
This was another photograph I took when I took a friend to a cemetery about two hours away from the city we live in. There was a farm next to it and the sun was setting.
I live in Southwestern Ontario. This was what spring looked like for us on March 23, 2011. Pretty typical for this time of year, though people do tend to protest every time it happens like it never happened before.
As I’ve mentioned before, I grew up in a small town. I was always in the same room of the same house on the same street for all the first nineteen years of my life until I moved to the big city. So really, my hometown and my parents’ house still feels very much like home to me. I will always look at the place I grew up as home.
However, I have now lived in the city for almost 9 years and couldn’t imagine living anywhere else again. I’m used to the pace and the constant stimulation that you don’t get back in the country and probably will never leave again. Or at least, not for many years.
I was in a cemetery last fall, having given someone else a ride. I had my camera with me and ended up taking some pictures. The sun was setting on the left and cast shadows from the trees on the wind break onto the cemetery grounds.