The lizard in distress

As my scissor got closer to him his mouth opened as if to yell for help or gasp for air.

Today I had what was to me a unique and intimate experience with a lizard

I went out to water my seeds, seedlings, and plants… yes bizarre as it sounds I water by hand.

I had in my own sloppy way attempted to temporarily barricade one specific plot against the javelina, neighbors’ cats, birds, squirrels, etc. with 1” fencing and bird netting. This morning when I came outside I found yet another  beautiful lizard that I am used to seeing wandering through my garden, but today he was caught up in  bird netting.

I could tell he was still alive by trying to rearrange the netting, and watch him squirm. I delicately moved the bird netting around, to slowly trim away the netting from this precious creature. Ironically with each move I made, he in turn kept working at moving himself more  into the  bird netting! It appeared to me as if he was being strangled by the netting. As I moved the netting around slowly add snipped closer and closer to his head he was either gasping for air or trying to talk to me, but no sound came out. I talked to him through the entire experience, trying to comfort him and let him know I was trying to help him, and wanting to save him. After I was able to finally cut him free, he immediately scampered off and disappeared.

Sadly but he is a marked lizard with that bird netting necklace he is still wearing. I did not have the nerve to try and hold him to “operate”.

Now when I see him around ( which I sure hope I will) I will know him by his ” necklace”. I will know who he and I have a special relationship from all the other lizards that I see here daily. I need to come up with a good name for him. Not just buddy. But I am afraid that the netting that is still wrapped  around his neck may likely hook on to the many obstacles that wait for him in the course of his life in our garden.

Nice to think that we all have someone looking out for us so when we get caught up in the bird netting of life .

And just for the record….this is the 2nd time I came across the very nasty reality of bird netting. If it does what it is intended to do then a small creature, be it bird or bunny or lizard or fish or whatever … can get trapped in it, not having the strength to break free from the powerful plastic….and can die stuck in it. GRRR, how did I not think of that when I bought lots of it to “protect” our garden.

I am done with bird netting! With that said I am repurposing the bird netting to my art materials.

FYI – several weeks later I have seen a lizard several times in the same plot where I operated on him/her. I still do not know if it was only one lizard caught up in netting twice or two lizards. Either way they would be happy to know that the organic gardening facebook groups I am a member of suggested using Tulle instead! So I am now experimenting with  bird netting being worked  into a mixed media piece for  THECHEERPROJECT.COM , which to be honest is as difficult to work with as trying to maneuver it around a peach tree!

What makes a photograph really great ?

Had a good old fashion, old school photog conversation this evening.

What makes a photograph a really great image?  Not  a good photo , a great photo? And I am not talking  “awesome ” photo on Facebook here.

My take away and I am standing by it: Lighting , Content, Composition, but the really most important… how do you feel when I  see it , and does it cause me to think.

Have not quite decided what image I feel worthy of connecting the dots with this post 🙂

King Arthur has me lusting

 

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I was never a bread baker until I got tired of not being able to consistently buy healthier wheat challah . The former darkroom queen has been loving the chemistry involved with baking! Oh, yes ….there is gluten!

So I am standing in the checkout line at Sprouts and doing my usual scanning of mags. And there it is King Arthur  has their own beautiful book / mag of recipes with  photos of baked goods  that have got me all hot and buttered.  This is scary . I am lusting over baked goods. Well in a foodie way if you know what I mean. It was a tad embarrassing. Understand I have no problem completely ignoring the bakery  section of the store. You know the area where  you expect to be  bombarded by the enticing aromas wafting from full  fledged gluten heaven. Now too often I find  50 shades of overpriced  gluten free marketing, and 100 ways to leave  your love of staying on the gluten free band wagon. The  attempts to seduce me into ignore my better judgement are silly,  I am strong willed. Actually  I think this store has intentionally, or mistakenly not done well with  olfactory marketing.)   But I digress.

SO I am standing in the check out line and I am thinking to myself :

#1, and the  most dominant thought – I  really really really really want my own home baked challah  with a generous slab of  organic butter that has been humanely produced by grass fed  cows. And I want it RIGHT NOW! I want the sensation of the warm whole wheat crusty outside and yeasty warm inside colliding with crush of the sesame seeds on the top crust and the  ooozing of the butter. And I want it NOW. HMMMM I had promised myself that I was not going to take the time to get myself into this baking project this  shabbat and I was so happy I took a break since before Passover.

#2 thought , well really I think #4 but oh well…. who ever came up with the nutritional wisdom that wheat being produced  these days is nasty horrible stuff …. should be given nobel prize  or shot  ( just joking kind of).

#3 thought… King Arthur marketing…. brilliant.

Scary scary scary … hot home made bread! I remember my dad calling  it the staff of life.  Now I almost feel like I am smoking cigarettes when I indulge  in bread . So,  I am in the check out line and it is now my turn. I am holding strong. I am not going to say what I want to say ” I forgot 4 things could you wait while I run and restock my post Passover pantry.”  No not doing that.

SO I go home knowing that in the freezer are 4 of the 6 Challah rolls I bought from Levi Catering  last week. They are wonderful  white flour traditonal type of challah. They are what they are. Wonderful when reheated in the oven to taste fresh baked. That will be fine . We will be fine and not able to over consume. Ha ! Self control  should be my middle name. GRRRRR.

#4  but did not really have this thought till I got home and went to review my recipe and post it here….

OOOPS,  I go to pull out my challah recipes. They should all be together. Those that I printed out from varied sites to use as reference and then there are my personal notes …. oh my scribbled notes from all the challahs  I have created and tested and changed and tried again .  Understand I am  not  known for being  a baker. One of my favorite challah tasters has eaten her own words when she told me she thought I was a great cook but baking is so different and I can not approach it the same way. How can I say this in a nice not self deprecating way…. I am not much of a follower. Directions ? We don’t need no stinking directions ! Hmmmm , digressing again.  AND /BUT  after reviewing every whole wheat challah recipe I could find …. I made  mine own . It evolved and  seemed to make the most sense to me as a former photographic darkroom chemist. Only saying that cause yes I did have to measure liquids , ok ?

Tooting my own horn my husband who is always happy to tell me what I have not done perfectly is always saying this is the best whole wheat challah he has ever had.

So I am ready to finally put the recipe in the computer and share it with the world.

GRRRRR…What  happened?  2 words: Passover, clean up .  That leads to the  #4 thought…. EHHHH I cannot find the recipe notes anywhere!!!

So for now. Until I find my notes. I will not be baking. I will not be sharing the recipe.   I will not be going  back to the store to buy the ingredients… and most importantly …..  I can honestly say I am going to avoid that check out line closest to the bakery where King Arthur is hanging out taunting me, teasing me, and just flat out being trouble.

Sigh. I think I  am going to go eat a sweet potato now. Lathered with grass fed organic butter and  celtic salt and let this gnawing gluten craving pass.

All things happen for a reason… I guess.