12.31.09

The Final Day

WOW! I can't believe another year...another decade has come and passed. This "end of the year" reflection has been a little different for me, thanks in part to this blog. I've had the opportunity to look back on the photos I have taken and remember events that I had completely forgotten about - and probably wouldn't have remembered without the photo and blog post. They were the smaller events, the thoughts I had on a certain day, or the something special that caught my eye. I will admit I didn't get a photo everyday, but I am proud of what I did accomplish - 240 posts/photos. (Now that competetive side in me will having something to shoot for in 2010.)

Today's photo - my front door handle. As I began to think about what I wanted to make for my last photo I had a number of ideas, but all of a sudden this popped into my head.

My front door has been the beginning to a number of memories for 2009. It's the first thing that greets my family and friends as they come over for a holiday, family dinner, or a well deserved drink. It's also the last thing I lock up when I leave, seeing me off on a number of adventures around the world, to work, or even just down the street.

So today, I close the door on 2009 with fond memories and open it to 2010 with great excitement. And I look forward to another year of "everyday in a photo."

12.30.09

Traditions

The December assignment for the 2009/365 flickr photo group was to take a photo of a family tradition. This photo is of my sisters' and my stockings. These were made by mother years ago and are only three in the family collection. The first stockings obviously belonged to my mom and dad - then the three girls - then their three husbands - and last year, their grandson.

As kids, my sisters and I were Santa for my parents. We would rummage through my mother's craft supplies or pick up odds and ends at the local Ben Franklin's store...planning some sort of great-crafted gift. There was a great deal of plastic, Popsicle sticks and glue involved. How times of changed...

On Christmas Eve we would attach them to the handle of wooden spoons that were stuck into the wood burning fire place. (Don't worry...the fire wasn't going.) As we begin to celebrate our Christmas morning in other locations, outside of my childhood home, they find new hanging spots.

No matter what gifts they contain or where they are hung, the red and white felt stockings are an important tradition to our family.