For me, with my plethora of photos, the regular posting of pictures should be easy. Right?
Some days, nothing is easy.
To wit: once again, I awoke at 4:00 AM after 4 hours sleep. (I'm getting tired of this trend, and I'm getting tired — period!) After trying my best to fall back asleep and losing the battle, I got up an hour later and began to putter: made myself some coffee; enjoyed two of Cuppa's baked-yesterday muffins; and, showered. Then, I decided to scan some slides that I had looked at yesterday morning (also at an unearthly hour) from days long past. It should be easy with my fairly new scanner, purchased for just such a task.
Do you think I could find the attachment for scanning slides? Not in your life! (I'll ask Cuppa to look for it when she gets up, and she'll doubtless find it within seconds and shake her head at me over my male ineptitude.)
Until such a time as the lost is found, I thought of this photo which I took a few months ago and knew that I hadn't posted anywhere: just a dead tree, viewable from the kids' backyard. It was March, so they all look a little dead in the photo, but the smaller ones are well-leaved now.
Durned if I couldn't get to it from Adobe Bridge: my picture folder was hiding from Bridge. Because of the format of the photo, I couldn't see it any other way, so I was flummoxed for quite awhile. Eventually, I was able to open it by hook and by crook, but it wasn't easy, and it wasn't the right way., and if I had had any hair remaining on the top of my scalp, I would have pulled it out in my vexation.
Anyway, it's just a dead tree, but it looks quite lovely as it stands there with its bare branches: lovelier than you would think from the photo.
There's beauty all around if we are ready to perceive it.
However, I'm sure I could see and enjoy the beauty of creation better if I could sleep for perhaps five hours instead of just four. Six would be really good, and so help me, I'll never complain about " just seven" again.