Trios, Triplet, Thirds – Photos of Three Things

Trio, triple, thirds say three.
As do triad, ternion and  trilogy,
Triptych, trine and trichotomy,
Triangle, treble and trinity.
– Margy –

This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge is Trio.  I had no problem finding photos to fit, as I often compose a shot to include three elements.

The idea of the number ‘3’ is also an important part of a photograph’s composition. The Rule of Thirds is perhaps not instinctive, nor obvious, yet it can make a dramatic difference in a photograph. Of course, rules are often broken. I was thinking Rule of Thirds when I cropped the following photos, but wasn’t that successful!

deep pink flower

Cactus blooms  – Arizona

Egret, great blue heron, black crowned night heron

Egret, Great Blue Heron and Black Crowned Night Heron – Sun Lakes Arizona

Cactus Arizona

Golden Barrel Cactus – Arizona

Alberta

Tall Grasses – my yard, Alberta, Canada

Carefree Arizona

Three word street sign – Carefree Arizona

brick building three arches

Building with Three arches – Jerome, Arizona

tree Alberta

Three spruce cones – my yard, Alberta, Canada

Before I was married I had three theories about raising children. Now I have three children and no theories.
– John Wilmot –

I suffer from entertaining anxiety… a fear that I can’t juggle the timing of three things alchemically transforming themselves in dangerously hot places.
– Dominique Browning –

People can be divided into three groups – those who make things happen, those who watch things happen and those who wonder what happened.
– John W. Newbern –

There are three kinds of men. The one that learns by reading. The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence for themselves.
– Will Rogers –

The development of a new product is a three step process – first, an American firm announces an invention; second, the Russians claim they made the same discovery twently years ago; third, the Japanese start exporting it.
– Unknown –

There are three things I have learned never to discuss with people: religion, politics and the Great Pumpkin.
– Charles Schultz –

There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies and statistics.
– Mark Twain –

Three phrases that sum up Christmas are: Peace on Earth, Goodwill to Men, and Batteries not Included.
– Unknown –

This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge is: Trio.
Did you take part in this Photo Challenge?
Can you add any ‘three’ words to my poem at the top of the page?

Housework is Exercise – Get Dusting!

The 1998 poem “Dust If You Must” by Rose Milligan is going around the internet again. It starts with:

Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?

Of course, painting and writing and pondering are quite sedentary activities. Cleaning is almost as good as going to the gym! An hour of sitting only burns 34 calories. An hour of vacuuming burns 170 calories. An hour of food preparation and cooking uses only 68 calories. An hour of dusting and tidying burns 136 calories!

It’s all in the attitude — housework is exercise. Slim your way to a clean home, clean your way to a slim body!
-Terri Guillemets –

When I first got a macro lens and was discovering all sorts of interesting ‘little’ things, I got a closer look at the dust on a table top.

Where did that dust come from, and what might it be made of? According to several sites I went to, dust comes in from the outdoors as particles on our shoes, or blown in by air movement. It can include dirt, pollen, mold spores, auto exhaust, fertilizer chemicals and residue from burning fossil fuels, to name just a few things. Clouds of dust can travel immense distances – so microbes, bacteria and virus like particles can arrive at your house without having to carry a passport from the foreign country that dispatched them.

Indoor sources of dust can include dried food particles (and the insects that feed on this), decaying particles of carpet, bedding and furniture, skin flakes (and the dust mites that feed on them), and dander off pets. Dust also includes chemicals that are used for a multitude of things, including flame retardants in furniture and pillows.

Dust enters our bodies either by breathing it in, or ingesting it. For people with NO significant allergies or asthma, normal dust may not pose a risk. Dust that can be dangerous is usually associated with particular products and/or occupations (asbestos, coal, silica, cement, grain, woodworking, etc.)

An individual’s tolerance for dust in their home is often simply a matter of personal preference. I don’t have an aversion to dusting and cleaning, so here at The Red House my Swiffer Duster and I breeze through a single room in about 2 minutes. I think the house smells better when I am done, and I like the look of a clean surface.

I am disappointed by those non-cleaning folks who choose to denigrate both the task of cleaning and the people who do that work. Adjectives like ‘clean freak’ and ‘uptight’ are used to describe people with clean homes, while ‘easygoing’, ‘laid back’ and ‘dust bunny’ are used for people at the other end of the spectrum.

The QuipperyOne blogger justified their dirty home by saying, “A dirty house says that the family that lives in it has more important things to do than clean!”

Really? What is more important than teaching the members of a family that the very essence of living is the cycle of doing things, then cleaning things. We paint a picture, then we clean our brushes. We bake a cake, then wash the dishes. We plant a seed, then clean our tools. We exercise, then wash our clothes. Why wouldn’t the family also vacuum the floors after they track in dirt?

Outside our homes, how would we feel without The Cleaners? Would we feel good about our workplaces if they were never cleaned? Would we check into a hotel room that still had dirty sheets and a disgusting bathroom? Would we enjoy our library or our community park if no one ever picked up the trash?

Your turn – Does the cleanliness of your home affect the way you feel?

In Hidden Valley – A Remembrance Poem

In Hidden Valley the sunflowers grew
Between the poplars, fresh with dew.
They marked our divots; and in the sky
The crows, still cawing as they fly,
Break the calm that lies below.

We are the scattered. Short days ago
We laughed, played late, watched bonfires glow.
Then the river rose and now our homes lie
Silent in Hidden Valley.

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Dedicated to the 305 Hidden Valley families who lost their homes in the flood of 2013. For further information about this disaster, go to the website Hidden Valley, Alberta.

Inspired by the poem ‘In Flanders Fields’ by the Canadian WWI soldier, John McCrae