tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292889356037778402023-11-16T05:51:42.659-05:00Project 365Ghost Girl (aka, Mary Ann)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104992485564788542noreply@blogger.comBlogger365125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-429288935603777840.post-62826436827863675042012-04-01T11:49:00.001-04:002012-04-01T11:49:16.593-04:00Day 365 — Project Complete<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Thanks to leap year, this project ends 2 days before our 19th wedding anniversary. It has been a year of living close and drinking in the wonder that is all around us every day. A vibrant green spider guarding my basil, an ancient tree standing sentinel in the field across from the high school, a knot hole in the fence that looks just like a wood sprite—these are things we walk past every day and never realize the beauty they hold. That's what this project was all about.<br />
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I've watched my world grow and change and reveal so many mysteries over the last 365 days. The project has shown me how I see my world and how I should see it. Whether it's a soccer ball in flight or a concrete wall decked out in someone's philosophy or a single drop of water clinging to a leaf, our whole world comes together in a single image if we just look.<br />
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I hope you have enjoyed my journey as much as I have, and I thank you for taking the time to stop in and see a moment or two. If you have a favorite, please feel free to leave a comment and share how you experienced it.<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">Now that I have looked deeply, I've been inspired to keep hunting for the magic and maybe create a little of my own in a new venture. My next project will go beyond the magic of ordinary days as I learn more about manipulating light and shadow and texture once a week in project 52.</span></i>Ghost Girl (aka, Mary Ann)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104992485564788542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-429288935603777840.post-4985702556588395322012-03-31T21:39:00.001-04:002012-03-31T21:39:36.901-04:00Day 364<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Ghost Girl (aka, Mary Ann)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104992485564788542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-429288935603777840.post-76984970348518642942012-03-30T22:25:00.003-04:002012-03-30T22:25:56.663-04:00Day 363<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Ghost Girl (aka, Mary Ann)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104992485564788542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-429288935603777840.post-89546651083312320382012-03-29T10:24:00.002-04:002012-03-29T10:25:43.992-04:00Day 362<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Ghost Girl (aka, Mary Ann)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104992485564788542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-429288935603777840.post-8733954462363158962012-03-28T16:59:00.002-04:002012-03-29T10:25:35.212-04:00Day 361<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Even Angel Jr. is taking a little spring sunshine today. It feels good to get out of the hutch and stretch a little.Ghost Girl (aka, Mary Ann)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104992485564788542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-429288935603777840.post-58154604556685772532012-03-27T19:27:00.002-04:002012-03-27T19:27:57.628-04:00Day 360<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Ghost Girl (aka, Mary Ann)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104992485564788542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-429288935603777840.post-25124550052276487592012-03-26T18:32:00.001-04:002012-03-26T18:32:51.296-04:00Day 359<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Ghost Girl (aka, Mary Ann)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104992485564788542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-429288935603777840.post-91252291571503476352012-03-25T18:14:00.002-04:002012-03-25T18:14:59.015-04:00Day 358<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Saint Francis, revisited. Last Mother's Day, my sweet Ghost Clan planted this little guy in my garden for me. So much has grown up around him since then. He has kept the little critters well blessed and inspired lots of green life all around.Ghost Girl (aka, Mary Ann)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104992485564788542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-429288935603777840.post-23745583628677960272012-03-24T22:26:00.004-04:002012-03-24T22:26:26.971-04:00Day 357<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Finally a little rain to quench our parched patch of earth. Sadly, it was very little rain. You can see the sunny sky and puffy cloud in this meager puddle on the street. <i>Don't be shy, Spring. We've been waiting for you...</i>Ghost Girl (aka, Mary Ann)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104992485564788542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-429288935603777840.post-41604739836972031172012-03-20T19:16:00.003-04:002012-03-20T19:16:49.523-04:00Day 353<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ghost Daughter took a good hit to the kidneys today at practice. It caught her by surprise, so she had no time to brace for it. OUCH! It was her first really hard wollop and she was a little ball shy at first. But before long, she was back in the game and fighting for a goal. Way to go, girl!</div>
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We call this reseeding the bare spots on the lawn. Peanut calls it a smorgasboard...and then comes in and pukes up her feast all over our carpet. Yay spring!Ghost Girl (aka, Mary Ann)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104992485564788542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-429288935603777840.post-66465400877412427542012-03-18T17:15:00.003-04:002012-03-18T17:15:55.218-04:00Day 351<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's spring and the trees are dripping with wisteria, which always makes me think of my friend <a href="http://joycemoyerhostetter.com/">Joyce Moyer Hostetter</a> whose books are amazing. I can hear Ann Fay's lovely, lilting voice now. </div>
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Guess what time it is...</div>Ghost Girl (aka, Mary Ann)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104992485564788542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-429288935603777840.post-59307299898041815822012-03-15T19:37:00.002-04:002012-03-15T19:37:57.478-04:00Day 348<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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(from the iPhone) I saw these funky melons at Walmart today. I think they are from South America, but I have no idea what they taste like or what they are called. Perhaps I'll have to try one. I'd like to call them Toad Melons because the rind is lumpy and green. </div>
<br />Ghost Girl (aka, Mary Ann)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104992485564788542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-429288935603777840.post-68918316066953482242012-03-13T19:28:00.000-04:002012-03-13T19:28:44.948-04:00Day 346<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQ7Lp3hBRNqxKRvZObChX6Q61_QHkWlPabSSURVLF85HSxX_8HPRmZYC3UqT5rEtoK1DgHe_-eV6_fPRfb2LfHz1QpAyzJW4YW4HjD7_-Q-U-Gfd2xBZN0YLz6hC6z7d9bM_X3Fq9Ll0j/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQ7Lp3hBRNqxKRvZObChX6Q61_QHkWlPabSSURVLF85HSxX_8HPRmZYC3UqT5rEtoK1DgHe_-eV6_fPRfb2LfHz1QpAyzJW4YW4HjD7_-Q-U-Gfd2xBZN0YLz6hC6z7d9bM_X3Fq9Ll0j/s640/photo.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">From the iPhone: This seems a little ironic.</div>Ghost Girl (aka, Mary Ann)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104992485564788542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-429288935603777840.post-2400667488900272982012-03-12T19:21:00.001-04:002012-03-12T19:22:07.257-04:00Day 345<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLZ-eEcNpCkRhB5P7xBILfTV0BDKd3RL04Y9RV8ANrBwoqCtOxg2ZoYMJtsuX-y1UK4qddSNvMrqNdyH_2OrI2yfpbbu88oFYwg0NNl8OQkN3u-l3VbqVLNKLD0h_j1uHca3XQ2SXbMyw/s1600/IMG_0689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLZ-eEcNpCkRhB5P7xBILfTV0BDKd3RL04Y9RV8ANrBwoqCtOxg2ZoYMJtsuX-y1UK4qddSNvMrqNdyH_2OrI2yfpbbu88oFYwg0NNl8OQkN3u-l3VbqVLNKLD0h_j1uHca3XQ2SXbMyw/s640/IMG_0689.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm afraid the DST hangover and a wicked bout of insomnia have left me without a single spark of energy today, so I'm posting a moment from the Art Festival. Somebody really needs a kiss!</div>Ghost Girl (aka, Mary Ann)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104992485564788542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-429288935603777840.post-30726292595593293202012-03-11T16:16:00.001-04:002012-03-11T16:17:34.053-04:00Day 344<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNo7jY4eucr3p6cuHYM74g8oUMa79umpape_iWc9TIFwliRMXJuC88wHyYnd0V4BUA3KXBzkiyLkXXOa_l-0slyR2Ud1cB3n8N2MRVViQPnJ9fNo-FGplo86-Ne9YMhaVwjt5HGSFii_x7/s1600/bug+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNo7jY4eucr3p6cuHYM74g8oUMa79umpape_iWc9TIFwliRMXJuC88wHyYnd0V4BUA3KXBzkiyLkXXOa_l-0slyR2Ud1cB3n8N2MRVViQPnJ9fNo-FGplo86-Ne9YMhaVwjt5HGSFii_x7/s640/bug+001.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">(from the iPhone) Lonely little stink bug. At least I think this is a stink bug...a very large one. He was wandering up the sidewalk outside the café where Ghost Son and I went to do a little writing/hanging out. I'm no fan of creepy crawlies, but I can appreciate the beauty even in these little dudes.</div>Ghost Girl (aka, Mary Ann)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104992485564788542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-429288935603777840.post-42620333931454577602012-03-10T15:14:00.000-05:002012-03-10T15:14:56.311-05:00Day 343<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhzAQ8kGlgaJ_q_vLuSXVrZjje4BYnPgzcX5sFfjLUlrR85HuDGAmaeb_quFwQMIclNrGlLG6JoTNP0YxVknQnyOPhLZyn1TpB0pacrC-8xtrabzcf5-tE3Cc-noOBmmWNyxnZms0K5PZ_/s1600/IMG_0684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhzAQ8kGlgaJ_q_vLuSXVrZjje4BYnPgzcX5sFfjLUlrR85HuDGAmaeb_quFwQMIclNrGlLG6JoTNP0YxVknQnyOPhLZyn1TpB0pacrC-8xtrabzcf5-tE3Cc-noOBmmWNyxnZms0K5PZ_/s640/IMG_0684.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We finally got to have Ghost Daughter's birthday cake...only 3 weeks late. When your daughter asks you to make a cake with her favorite My Little Pony (Apple Jack) and an apple orchard on it, you do what you can. So here it is. Apple spice cake with cream cheese frosting. The trees are rock candy sticks dotted with red icing for apples. Cinnamon candies stand in for the fallen apples. And the ponies came from Blind Bags (you don't know which pony you've bought until you open it.) Can you believe the luck? I actually got Apple Jack (notice the 3 apples of her "cutie mark") and no duplicates! It was providence. An extra bit of awesome came when the flames of the candles burned in different colors. Ghost Daughter really enjoyed that cake.</div>Ghost Girl (aka, Mary Ann)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104992485564788542noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-429288935603777840.post-51081270314928168132012-03-09T17:43:00.001-05:002012-03-09T20:10:20.140-05:00Day 342<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi22KUN4m6W3pjx7vpyG4bCfO48k0WeQEcNYT3jzZp-lQGASlEyuQVzA6R7g777R8WejRpF0r8FyPeX2G980Q5ts78eJ-e6Nk0z-hCUpQHZ3VkGFMDbnrUFWTb4cv2O10P55Aw6TxgVN9UW/s1600/wild+pea+1+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi22KUN4m6W3pjx7vpyG4bCfO48k0WeQEcNYT3jzZp-lQGASlEyuQVzA6R7g777R8WejRpF0r8FyPeX2G980Q5ts78eJ-e6Nk0z-hCUpQHZ3VkGFMDbnrUFWTb4cv2O10P55Aw6TxgVN9UW/s640/wild+pea+1+001.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is another one of those lovely 365 moments. I have walked by these little vines and plucked them out of the ground, I don't know how many times, thinking they were just weeds. As I looked for a subject today, I looked more closely at these sweet little pink/purple blossoms and discovered...peas!</div>Ghost Girl (aka, Mary Ann)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104992485564788542noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-429288935603777840.post-53565685548443013942012-03-08T19:37:00.000-05:002012-03-08T19:37:03.438-05:00Day 341<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHWmgmHfCyDeA3TUqIDWfkVgak6jsY1IQgGqPpCOSZF96fdsQJ2VYnAqPxvRmV50YZUpzTwhjOY4pzfNQxtR-ehqJ-rd2a0jDDQerSOnPdrAmGsEVV15w8d_5lU-vp_p4CKCtHNPTPgkq8/s1600/DSCF3556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHWmgmHfCyDeA3TUqIDWfkVgak6jsY1IQgGqPpCOSZF96fdsQJ2VYnAqPxvRmV50YZUpzTwhjOY4pzfNQxtR-ehqJ-rd2a0jDDQerSOnPdrAmGsEVV15w8d_5lU-vp_p4CKCtHNPTPgkq8/s640/DSCF3556.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
My first art show entry. I came away with no prize, but I learned a lot and got some good feedback. Who knows? I might try again. Of course, I really think my friend Kellie should have won the whole deal!Ghost Girl (aka, Mary Ann)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10104992485564788542noreply@blogger.com0