It is written

302:365 The day after her birthday...





303:365 Weird sister





304:365 Mother's Day gift

With a non-prompt runner-up:







305:365 Collaboration






306:365 Cursive





307:365 My exhibition





308:365 Juxtaposition

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This past week was about as busy as weeks get. This week's prompt: relax

Narrative with or without focus

295:365 The head bonk. Completely out of focus but it was the only narrative shot on the day.





296:365 Hopscotch





297:365 Or what's a heaven for?





298:365 Goldfinch





299:365 The gardener 1 and




299a:365 The gardener 2





300:365 Glory Be! She's taken 300 photos in 300 days.





301:365 I heart gardening


Weekly random bird shot:



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I think I still need to work on narrative but I'm going to turn it on its head this week by making the idea of narrative more literal: written.

Oh what a feeling. What a rush.

I set the prompt as rush but these photos make it seem as if I have all the time in the world. I don't. I also shouldn't be experimenting with heart-shaped bokeh after midnight. Silly photography obsession.



288:365 My relentless pursuit of birds continues. What I like about this shot is that it's from a distance. This is the first year in many that I've managed to thwart the robins from nesting on the back deck. Chasing them never worked. What did work was putting up a wild bird feeder. Apparently, the robins didn't want to compete with sparrows, finches and grackles.





289:365 Meet Pompeii, the resident gardening centre Iguana





290:365 Shave and a haircut. Two bits.





291:365 Forsythia at night





292:365 Waddle





293:365 I heart spring





294:365 Unfurled

The backyard ferns were highly expressive this afternoon:



Bashful




Nuclear family




Coming-out




Auto-erotic

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Those ferns inspire me. This week's prompt is rooted in 1970s Rod Stewart: Every picture tells a story

Two, two, two weeks in one

I am so busy these days, I can barely breathe--ergo two weeks of photos in one post:



274:365 The leftover spoils





275:365 Perspective 1





276:365 Perspective 2





277:365 Perspective 3





278:365 In the woods





279:365 Perspective 4: throwing stones





280:365 We ran into this guy on our walk home from school. He was just a baby that we think had been abandoned before he was even weaned.





He certainly wasn't timid. That's M's pant leg he's climbing up.





And this gives you a sense of his size.





281:365 Beer that's good both inside and on the outside.





282:365 Hungry, hungry hippo





283:365 Forsythia





284:365 Lesley with Ali and Chris working at the yard sale.





285:365 26 miles/42 kms in 2:55:32





286:365 The wedding of Prince Meow Standup and Lady Charlotte of the Scotch Tape Train. What Girl has joined together let no man put asunder.





287:365 First blush

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Phew. That was as exhausting as the last two weeks of my life. The next few weeks will be similarly rushed. Better make it a prompt: rush