Today’s image is a picture of a picture, taken in the restroom of the Wild Pear restaurant in downtown Salem. I love the downtown area because there are so many historic buildings. Rightly so, because Salem is the capitol city of Oregon.
This particular building was established in the 1800’s as a cigar store. Lovely place and the food was outstanding. I’ll be going back there again. Notice the girl in the bottom of the image with the umbrella? Appropriate – it rains a lot here!
Take good care of yourself and each other. Namaste’
I borrowed the black and white challenge from a fellow blogger who also lives in Central Oregon and this is my first installment of a week-long fulfillment.
Last November we had our first giant snowfall and this is what we saw when we opened the garage door after 2 1/2 days of the white stuff. Wonder what she was thinking after being born and raised in the desert? Feel free to add your comments. Would love to hear what you think! Namaste’
Hubby went downtown the day after Christmas and bought this really cool decoration that I put on the fireplace mantle …
And then this happened this morning …
Oops! Where were you, snow, when we were wishing for a white Christmas?
A couple of years ago I did the 365 project where I posted a photo a day on this blog. Well … for 2015 I’ve decided to take on the 52-week challenge, so it looks like I’ll be posting a new photo once a week with my (sometimes crazy) narrative in accompaniment. Stay tuned and thanks for following my blog. I always look forward to your likes and comments. Namaste’
Today’s image is of our patio table, which now has another layer of snow. It wasn’t bad enough that we had 2 1/2 feet of it a couple of weeks ago, but then this showed up yesterday. Just when the accumulation had melted! (Studded snow tires make all the difference, though). Oh, well, I keep telling myself that winter won’t last forever.
I thought the texture that the snow produced on the table was kind of cool. See? … a silver lining in every cloud. Namaste’
We had a wonderful rainstorm here today. The Old Pueblo really needed it, too. All of our outdoor plants are doing the happy dance now in joyful jubilation. For a minute I thought I heard tiny little voices singing “Raindrops keep falling on my head.” Okay, maybe it was just my imagination.
Just when it started to pour sideways, as it sometimes does during our summer tempests, I looked out my office window and saw the peephole created by something or another. Isn’t it odd that there would be this opening? I thought it was kind of cool to see the reflection of my desk lamp in the image, too.