Wordless Wednesday- Refraction

Spherical perspective
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Macro shots

Cradling water

The edge of the precipice

Because my lil Boo loves pink

Love curves of any kind

Dinosaur foot

The edges of purple

Water refraction

Wordless Wednesday- The Wait

I wonder where her imagination takes her while

she waits  ever so patiently..?

Musings of This, That and Other Things

Lil Boo, almost 4 yrs old: Mommy, I want to marry Poppa, I like him.
(she'd just watched a wedding show on TV with our daughter. Poppa-> Grampa)
Mommy: But Nammie is married to Poppa.
Lil Boo: She can't, I WANT to marry Poppa.
Me: She can marry him if she wants, as long as I have access to his money.

Poppa got her a ring. Her rock's bigger than mine. Pffhhht.

I laugh every time I walk in and out of the two automatic doors at the gym. I feel like Get Smart when he walks through all those doors at full speed. Yeah.. laugh if you will honey but if you're picturing it, we're around the same age.

LOL @ the lady @ the hardware store.
No problem when you walked right by me, straight to my hubby in the next isle and offered your uhhh.. services. I laughed when you made an about face and followed him right to me. Yeah, me. The one that needed help. The dirty look you gave me? Whatever. I've had much prettier and sluttier try to poach. However, you crossed the line when you yarded back the ladder I was leaning against to tie my shoe. You knew it, you smirked.
Suck it up, Buttercup, I can't help if I'm skinner/younger than you and I have the man you are lusting embarrassing yourself over.
You wanna play the game? Bring it, I can deal with a grown women. But I'm not going to play with you today, I left grade school quite some time ago.

Speaking of. I signed up for my my high school reunion. Um do I gotta put the number of years..? I don't wanna. But I guess I'm gonna.
Alumni Class of '80.
Just how the hell am I going to remember these people?!
I'm going to hide behind my high school lifelong bestie is what I'm going to do.

My eldest daughter was born the wrong era. I've always known, she's such an old soul. Her personality, her beliefs.. her thought processes. The concrete proof came when we went shopping a couple of days ago and we happened along a hat store. She walked out with two hats, one I'm very envious of. Well I'm envious of the fact she suits hats. I don't suit them at all.
Anyhow... Proof in the pudding.

'20's styling

Newspaper boy styling

What about you, my bloggy friends, what are your musings of the day?

The White Russian (alcohol free)

When one googles the White Russians, all one gets is the alcohol related pictures. And that's not where I'm going with this.
White Russians are people, seemingly elusive people at that.

Ask me how bad I wanted to photograph this group of people, sadly I never got a chance. All I could manage was an iPhone picture taken without consent, but she acknowledged the action at the same time. )

Fascinating culture these people seem to be. A mixture reminiscent of the Amish and the Hutterites. (yet more I'd give my eye teeth to photograph)
The White Russian womens's headdresses are such vibrant jewel tone colours, as are their long dresses. (While the Hutterites are a modest black or blue.)
 One can not help but admire the overall effect. ( the married ones wear the head wraps, singles don't. Married men sport beards like the Amish, single men are clean shaven. Both wear suspenders, a nod to the Amish again.)
A wee bit of background:
They call themselves White Russians to separate themselves from the Black Russians, to which they want no part of, I'm told. They immigrated from Russia with a choice of two places and two places only; Oregon U.S.A and Plamondon, Alberta Canada. Why those two areas, I've no idea, I would of loved to find out.
They live on farms or in small clusters of houses within the same geographic area of a certain number of kilometers.
I'm also told they are quite friendly and love to talk but I had yet to meet up with a chatty one. Perhaps because I was female. The single ones had no problems communicating with my husband. *wink* The married ladies busy with their young.
Twice I went up to join him while he worked, staying in a wee little cabin on the lake. Twice I wanted to photograph them in their settings, hoping to garner an invite to their homes.But the opportunity didn't present itself. ( If I was in thinking mode, I should of had hubby chat one up and get me an invite. Hey.. whatever works. )

I have a fascination with different cultures, the way they live, interact among themselves/the rest of the world.Their beliefs,customs, their cooking methods.. If time and money would allow, I'd travel to areas to learn and photograph what's considered 'different' than mainstream.
But reality is what it is and I'm not likely to take up the nomad life any time soon. Hopefully in the near future, though, I'll have another crack chance at the White Russians.

This is the iPhone picture and she's not even wearing a vibrant colour. But you'll get an idea of what a White Russian looks like.