feet: part 8

One of my favorite sets of feet (so graceful!) support a little marble top that was in my grandmother's living room all my life. No one seemed to know where it came from. Maybe it sneaked in.

It contrasts so nicely with less curvy feet.

Much smaller but equally elegant feet:

A wedding present to my (other) grandparents:

And really small feet:

promises

Down in the woods at the site of the old house:

Daffodil leaves up at least two inches.

Then the sun came out.

green

Saturday I got home from work in time to do some yard work before dark. I was clearing up a lot of dead plants, when I saw some tiny green leaves. I was so excited I had to get the camera.

Little yarrow plants are ready for spring!

feet: part 7

Glass feet:

Another "Is it a foot or a base?" issue. Some call the part that supports the stem the base, but it's also called a footed goblet....

If you've been looking at this blog for long, you'll have seen this lamp before, behind many a flower picture:

My grandmother's favorite.

feet: part 6

Multi-feet:

My parents, not finding any end tables they liked, even after post-war shortages of household goods should have been ending in 1949, hired a high school senior woodshop student to make them a pair out of cherry.

My father's high school woodworking project (one of many), an end table made to measure for his mother's couch, had only three feet.

Monopod:

Or half of one, anyway. I'd have to move the furniture to get far enough back to get the whole width in frame. My mother's grandmother's walnut dresser.

feet: part 5

Are these feet? Or bases?

They're dusty, whichever they are. I could not see most of that dust in the sunlight when I shot the pictures.

I liked the shadows too much to move the chair. (Whose feet have not yet been feet-ured.)

we interrupt this series

for a brief weather report.

Monday about noon:

About an hour later:

And another hour later:

Where is spring? I'm used to seeing some hints of warmth to come by this time of year.

feet: part 4

This is the one that started me off.

I was down on the floor taking pictures of the wood you can see in the lower left (for this post) and I thought "I haven't had as good a look at those feet since I was young enough to spend a lot of time playing on the floor. I'd forgotten how interesting they are." I looked around the room from that perspective and a series (or possibly an obsession) was born.

Here we see one of my focal length failures. The front leg was supposed to be in focus, not the back one. The other attempts had both legs out of focus, because I let shutter speed rule, or perhaps I wobbled.

Another leg from my childhood. We called this the sugar chest, but my great-grandmother kept flour, sugar, and corn meal in its compartments. It's from my father's family, but where it came from and how long ago is unknown. Cherry, undoubtedly built in Kentucky, and almost certainly before the Civil War.

feet: part 3

More feet. More dust, too.

feet: part 2

Here's one specially for Bag Lady. The first two shots are what I intended when I thought of "feet."

But when Bag Lady complained about the comforter always sliding off the foot of the bed, I expanded my definition.

You can see that the covers are struggling to escape, but they can't get loose.