The Pleasures of Dusting

I used to really hate dusting. But then, they came out with those nifty Swiffer Dusters. And although I do feel wasteful, throwing those things in the garbage, I also find that I now thoroughly enjoy a thorough dusting.

I've even come to appreciate the dust.

Seems that dust was invented as a way to get us to notice.

Until the dust settles, I never take the time to look at the sweet photos of family, the Mother's Day gifts of long ago, all the little things that we once thought were worthwhile and worthy of a spot on top of the piano.

The pleasures of dusting

Inside Books

The inside of some more great and discarded books.

Lonely

Missing my grandson who is spending the night at his father's house.

Colorful Sheers

From the hotel room  in Puerto Rico.

Earth Day

Earth Rocks

Dumped Books

More books being tossed from yet another library.

I took as many as I could, but there's just too many

 of them being dumped. . . I can't save them all.

Front Yard Sculpture

I'm pretty sure this old truck started out just being parked in the front yard for one day, awaiting that spare part or new carburetor, and there it stayed, month after month, year after year, until now, when it's become more of a sculpture than an eyesore.

cheers

James got a new job.

Some of his (now-former)coworkers gave him bottles 

as "going away" gifts.

Cheers to a new venture.

Biker Memorial

Came across this touching road side memorial. Different than any others I've ever seen. Left me a bit melancholy.

Killing Time

Scene from my van window while parked at San Onofre waiting for my son to go on weekend liberty.

No Fat Pigeons Allowed

Here are all the things you can not do.

But not feeding the pigeons appears to be the most important. 

Fat pigeons are ok by me.

Remember what happened in Mary Poppins

when they wouldn't let the little boy feed the birds.

Guys on a scaffold

We went downtown to wander around. I stood on Bunker Hill (at least I think that's where I was) and looked out at a high rise building across the way. I noticed these guys on a scaffold. Except there's no scaffold. And the guys aren't real.

Bike lane

Author Talk

Dyan Cannon was the guest speaker at our annual library breakfast. She wrote a book about her life with Cary Grant. Very charismatic woman.

No More Toys

I haven't stepped foot in this store in years. There was a time when it felt like I was shopping here more often than the grocery store.

Bumblebee

Came home to find this bumblebee enjoying my sweet peas.

Staircase

Walking up the stairs in my apartment building.

Snapping photos here and there.

I loved the angles and the colors and way the light plays in this one.

(P.S. This doesn't represent the colors of the stairway at all... It's actually kind of pink!)

Going Nowhere

The light is green; his bags are packed; the signs tell which way to almost anywhere. But I'm pretty sure he's going nowhere.

Tracks

Railroad track

A pile of pallets