This 365 day project features photos that include words (actual or implied),
text, books,
writing, letters and numbers, signs, libraries, and.... well, you get the idea.


11.30.2010

day 334 of 365

With two birds you can get crystal clear reception.  With three birds you can get top-secret transmissions from Yugoslavia.

11.29.2010

day 333 of 365

A message from your local Temperance Union.

11.27.2010

day 332 of 365

It is a family tradition to stand outside and wave white hankies or napkins as visitors drive out of sight.  This was our sendoff as we left Halcyon Farm after a lovely Thanksgiving stay.  So long!  Farewell!

11.26.2010

day 331 of 365

As a child I was an indiscriminate berry-taster,
ignoring the perils of bitterness or poison,
determined to discover some new sweetness
even in the cold grey days of late November.

11.25.2010

day 330 of 365

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, and I've only just swallowed my last bite of turkey.

11.24.2010

day 329 of 365


Have you noticed the power (and beauty) in power lines?

11.23.2010

day 328 of 365

Some trees.  Such show-offs.  When everyone else has politely dropped their leaves, they hold out so they can have the last word.

11.22.2010

day 327 of 365

Moonlight is sculpture  --Nathaniel Hawthorne

11.21.2010

day 326 of 365

Happiness is when the wind blows the leaves into the neighbor's yard.  :)

11.16.2010

day 321 of 365

A few hangers-on, showing off their brilliance.

11.15.2010

day 320 of 365

I'd like a half-serving of moon, with a side order of treetops, please.

I'm featuring treetops over on a little light reading today.  Stop by!

11.14.2010

day 319 of 365

A little late bloomer finally succumbs to the frosty weather. 

11.13.2010

day 318 of 365

Bokeh -- it's hard to describe and a little elusive.  I'm musing about it over on Mortal Muses today.  Stop by and share the beautiful blur.

11.12.2010

day 317 of 365

We've had a week of wild wind.  The trees have been dancing against the sky.

11.11.2010

day 316 of 365

Words are flowing out
like endless rain into a paper cup,
They slither while they pass
they slip away across the universe.

11.10.2010

day 315 of 365

November forecast:  Wind. Rain. Bare trees. Raw gray days. Cold dark nights. Hot tea. Steaming soup. Good books. Warm blankets. 

11.09.2010

day 314 of 365

The last of the yellow tomatoes, blown over by the blustery November wind.

11.08.2010

day 313 of 365

Felt + scissors + needle + thread + beads + sequins = ornaments.

11.07.2010

day 312 of 365

This is a real street in Harwich, just a few miles away from this street.

11.06.2010

day 311 of 365

Here's another entry in my roof series.  This cupola reminded me of something out of a children's book or nursery rhyme -- maybe part of the "little crooked house" or the "house the Jack built."  It makes a nice perch for this seagull, who can see out to Lewis Bay from this lofty vantage point.

11.05.2010

day 310 of 365

I'm not sure if this crow is eating or praying.  Or maybe doing some crow-yoga.  Downward crow pose?

11.04.2010

day 309 of 365

These are the last of the fall flowers in the front yard.  They look like pink daisies but I think they're actually chrysanthemums.  We got our first hard frost last night, so they'll be dying back soon, too.

I'm musing on night over on Mortal Muses today.  Won't you join us?

11.03.2010

day 308 of 365

These men were working atop the new water tower in Centerville.  Even though I was very far away and shooting with a telephoto lens, one of them seemed to pose for me.  Click on the photo to view it larger.

11.02.2010

day 307 of 365

All fall down.

11.01.2010

day 306 of 365

This photo is for my mother -- may she no longer worry.  xoxo