Geese at Trader Joe's

There is a Trader Joe's 

just across the Hudson River from NYC

in Fort Lee, New Jersey

We went there over the weekend

and were greeted by these fantastic geese

walking around in the parking lot.

(P.S.  The cars all understood that geese have the "right of way")

Habits

Like mother like son.....I noticed these shoes of my daughter's and grandson's on our living room floor.

A Hoarder's Home

On my walks, I have watched the contents of this house slowly overflow. Bags, stuffed full, began to appear on the back porch, then on the roof of the patio. They began climbing up the hill in the backyard. I could catch glimpses of old toys, clothes, and the miscellaneous gatherings that only a hoarder can understand. The backyard climbs up to the dirt road that houses my famous trash heap. A flimsy chain link fence with a rusted pad lock was all that separated their bags from the illegally dumped treasures of the trash heap, just beyond on the dirt road.

Something has happened. The trash heap remains, still changing every few days. But the hoarder's home has suddenly been cleaned up. The bags are all gone. And three shiny new padlocks are on the flimsy chain link fence.

Button

Noticed today that I've had this button in my cubicle since 2008; still holds true for me so it shall remain.

Newly Hatched

Walking home from the grocery store this afternoon, 

I happened to look down at just the right time

and noticed this bird's egg--

Good luck on your new adventure, Baby Bird.

It's a good world to be a part of.

Hair Ceremony

I saw him standing, looking down the hill. He wore his jammies and a quiet expression. He held something black in his hand.

The next day I stood, where he had been, absently gazing down the hill. While my dog sniffed around the weeds and flowers, I saw the two handfuls of hair, tossed about 10 feet apart.

unnoticed

With all the "noticing" I do for the blog, I completely neglected to notice my Internet bill until I went to try and post to the blog last night and was met with this friendly reminder....that made me stop and "notice".

A little bit of thanks...

... goes a long way.

I appreciate a sign like this.

A simple gesture.

HUGE impact.

Mahalo for that.

Jelly Bean Street

Do you know how much I love jelly beans? It's true; I love them. I noticed these ones on my morning walk. Couldn't that "5-second rule" apply to the amount of time since I first saw them?

Sad for me, but you'll be happy to know that I left them be.

Sweeping art

While at Disneyland, celebrating my grandson's 2nd birthday, I noticed this cast member who at first appeared to be sweeping up and I almost passed him like I have passed so many other workers who keep the park immaculately clean but I slowed down and noticed he wasn't sweeping but drawing Disney characters that disappeared almost as quickly as they were being drawn with his broom and some water; impressive; I sat and continued watching and was privileged to see Mickey, Dumbo and Jack Skellington; many others walked by by I "noticed".

People's Feet

I was at a family gathering with my fancy new camera and what do I find myself taking pictures of?   People's feet.

The Fame Game

Even our Home Depot wants to get in on the action.

Apparently, a portion of the movie BIG was filmed 

in the space.

Hmm...

Flag ceremony

When dropping off my son at Camp Pendleton, I was in the right place at the right time to be able to see the lowering of the flag.

Castle on the Hill

There's a new castle on the hill across the way. Seems to have just popped up over night.

Crazy Cool Combo in Union Square

This afternoon, I came upon this crazy combo while I was walking in Union Square.

It was a "funk band"

(kind of)

Bagpipes & Drummer

Jamming away in front of the Andy Warhol statue

The ice cream truck in the background provided the audience with frozen treats.

Sundays in NYC

Mailbox

Not really sure what this mailbox is made from but thought it unique.

Still noticing

I realized this morning at 6am that I had forgotten to post my daily photo for the blog; ugh! It's not that I hadn't noticed anything throughout my day or that I hadn't taken any photos; I noticed many things like the "humane" animal trapping van on the fwy that had the logo "happy trapping" on it, the white Toyota entirely covered with red State Farm Insurance advertising, an annoying mockingbird chasing and continuously pecking the head of a frustrated squirrel, my grandson's bravery as he ventures through the playground tunnel that weeks ago he'd only stare through and shake his head no when encouraged to enter, and with all this "noticing" time and my memory slipped away from me and I settled in and fell asleep after midnight and floated off to dreamland without a blog thought; my apologies but as we have all experienced, life happens and we go along with the flow.

Crazy Newfangled Gadget

I got a camera! A pretty darn nice one, too. And it scares me a little. Why? Shooting film should be the scary camera. Digital should be so easy - push a button and there it is. But a million buttons with icons that I can hardly see, let alone decifer, do not make me feel confident. I want knobs and dials with f-stops and shutter speeds.  Already I'm missing the process of film.

So here I am, watching one of the three DVDs that came with the camera (there are also two cds and one fat old-fashioned paper manual).

I have charged the battery and formated the memory card, and am wondering what's happened to the world and how am I going to survive if all the tactile experiences, all the process is removed from my life. And I can't take any time to notice anything today . . . except that I feel very old as I fumble along with this crazy newfangled gadget!

Cool graffiti/mural

Old Photos

I think I've finally decided on the camera I want. It will probably be the most expensive thing I have ever purchased for myself. Sort of exciting. But I'd better get one tomorrow because I have pretty much run out of old photos that I can bend to my needs for this daily blog.

So . . . wish me luck on my shopping spree tomorrow. And this, hopefully, will be my last "old photo" post.

The family grocery business in Crockston, MN.
My dad's father's business went under during the Depression and they moved to California.
 I wonder who was it that had a camera back then.