Monthly Archives: January 2025

Cooking up a Valentine’s Origami Surprise

Of course I always do some code mushy Valentine’s stuff. Making the untypical Valentine, this year I am doing origami. The crane life is a life of whimsy and I love how whimscial Origami is. So of course, hearts!

I think I liked them better without the smiley face

Each one has a message inside. Nothing cliche Valentine messages, but I’m going to leave them at the service counter at work. This will be sort of my first attempt at publicly presenting my code mush (besides the big wide web!). I usually deliver personal messages or cards to people. Or leave my magazines in the break room (haven’t done those in years but I think they were too ridiculous and I was running out of ideas ). I will not at all be disappointed if it’s received with weird glances. I hope it makes everyone weird and uncomfortable! which is how I feel 95% of the time.

January …UGH

These photos pretty much sums up the continuation of last year’s obsessions with birds and puddles. Ugh, you’re stuck with it. Until I can move past and find more inspiration, I suppose I will continue to find something inspiring in these rather sulky January moments. I like regarding nature after a tumultuous storm, or days of rain and then that cloudy quiet when you can go back outside and regard the damp, sullen leaves, puddles, and the stark trees reflected in the pools. And of course my little kid comes out of me and I must dance in the puddles! But yeah, you’ve already heard this, and if you’ve seen one puddle you’ve seen them all, so I just want to share some more with you.

The only cool thing is I finally caught a barred owl in the trees! So I was super happy and went trudging through the mud trying to get a glimpse of him. He was enjoying a delicious meal of mouse.

He’s hard to see, but you can definitely feel the January in these photos. I can’t promise there won’t be any more puddles and birds, so just bear with. Maybe the next photos there will be plenty of sunshine and buds emerging from this sullen, sodden winter.

Last Puddles of 2024

I would like to say I didn’t choose puddles, the puddles chose me. And their reflections that you see, normally I wouldn’t really notice much walking by, but for some reason in the evening they reflect the trees and the sky in a forlorn way. Almost like they are looking at me, through me. Saying goodbye, but for now. We’ll be back. I don’t know, but the ones this evening really do reflect a gloomy presence.

Goodbye 2024. I hope that 2025 is going to be good for everyone.