The First Week of March

March 1 to March 8

Last year I started a photo segment on Julie’s Jazz called 52 Weeks of Photos.  I ended up with 20 weeks.  This year I wanted to try again.  I’m two months late so I’m just calling this segment: Julie’s Jazz Random Photos of 2014.  I know, my titles are dripping with creativity! Just like last year these post will be random photos with little descriptions.  The above photo shows how adept Will has become at dirty looks.March 1 to March 8-2

Sam and Charlie at Sam’s last choir concert (I hate indoor pics)!March 1 to March 8-3

A family walk and a neighbor dog.
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I’ve never tried to pet him.  He and our dogs don’t get along.March 1 to March 8-5

Will in Ben’s shadow.March 1 to March 8-6

Pussy Willows.  They’re so soft!March 1 to March 8-7

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My Spring Christmas Light Expose.  It honestly doesn’t bother me.  I just find it interesting.  Plus, I’m always jealous come November!  The outside of my home looks like a crazy family lives there! I’m sure people wonder every year if we’re ever going to rake our leaves.

2 Comments

  1. Woody Russell says:

    Brad put Christmas lights up one year when he was in High School. Later that summer I asked him to take them down, not once but several times. It was a fruitless effort. I would come home each day for lunch and stare at them. They had now transformed into rusty barbed wire laced with cockle burs. I backed the pickup up to the house and tied a rope around the trailer hitch and tied the other end to the string of lights on the house. As I drove off the lights UN-strung cleanly off the eves of the house. I stopped the truck and went back and untied the rope from the hitch. The string of lights had settled in the gutter, stretching half a block. The broken colored glass bulbs glistening in the summer sun brought closure to another Christmas past.

    1. Juliana Walters says:

      I love this story! I look around at the outside of other peoples homes and wonder about their stories (happy or sad).

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