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A Rose by Any Other Name

by Kay~Kacey on 3/13/2010

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What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet
~ William Shakespeare

Ah, going tangential here for a bit… I feel like I have a split personality. About half the world calls me Kacey and half calls me Kay. I do my photography under the name Kay Pickens. (as you can see on my watermarked photos.) The Kacey came about from my initials from my maiden name. K.C. Anyway, just a brief ramble about my nicknames. Neither of which is my given name. :crazy:

The Kay I picked up at about 6th grade. The Kacey sometime in my 20’s. Ah, life is confusing sometimes, isn’t it? Well, I answer to both, so no worries. I’m just the tiniest bit schizophrenic… :hide:

As an aside, because there usually is one…I hated studying Shakespeare in school. I hated the dissecting of every. single. line. What does it really mean? What is the hidden meaning? Etc. Etc. I love to read, but I never liked the lit classes where you’d hammer a story to death digging for all the metaphors to life, etc. Some of the “classics” bored me to tears. I like having read them…but I didn’t like READING them, you know?

I’m rambling…

Okay, I’ll bring you back to our regularly scheduled weekend. Do you have a nickname? More than one nickname?? :mrgreen:

Life in Focus-Just the Right Time

by Kay~Kacey on 2/13/2010

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Sometimes I do get to places just when God’s ready to have somebody click the shutter. ~Ansel Adams

Ah, I love my backyard. The bird feeder. The woods behind us. All the animals that come and visit me. Sometimes I even like the snow, when the sun comes shining through it. I can’t imagine living somewhere else where I don’t have my marvelous backyard. It almost makes winter bearable. Enjoy your weekend, my friends.

Life in Focus-Contemplation

by Kay~Kacey on 1/16/2010

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Contemplation seems to be about the only luxury that costs nothing.~ Dodie Smith

I seem to be spending an inordinate amount of time just sitting at my office window, staring into the woods. Thinking. Planning. Dreaming. Winter is like that for me. So I sit and dream. I let memories drift up from my subconscious–the good ones and the bad. I allow myself some idle downtime in winter…without regret or guilt. Contemplation is my secret pleasure in winter.

What’s your secret winter pleasure?