This week, I’ll be starting at home, to capture some interesting objects around me. The first one is an empty bottle. Now, the bottle itself is unremarkable, a simple screw-top container. It’s the labels on the bottle, which describe the contents, that make it interesting. A few years ago, a coworker of my husband came to our holiday open house, and brought an interesting hostess gift, a bottle of genuine Russian vodka. Having taken three semesters of Russian in college (50 years ago now!), I was delighted that I could actually read some of the words, including the brand name on the labels.
Genuine Russian Vodka Kedrovaya. The little label around the neck says Trade Mark. The label is all in Russian, since this brand rarely gets exported. I did some research, and it’s actually a run-of-the-mill brand, nothing fancy or expensive. But it was good vodka, and I just drank the last shot around Christmastime. I will be saving that bottle!
My next interesting object lives on my computer desk, for me to fidget with on occasion, and admire often. I picked it up at a little shop in Bigfork, Montana.
It’s a polished piece of Snowflake Obsidian, a piece of volcanic glass, with inclusions of quartz that look like snowflakes. It is very pleasant to hold.
I call my last home objects “baubles, bangles, and bright, shiny beads”. I hang necklaces on the wall, so they don’t get tangled up. This picture shows at least four different necklaces, all of which have glass beads in a variety of shapes and colors.
The objects below are classed as raw material at the company where I am working. They are round metal “blanks”, out of which will be machined various aircraft parts. You can see the marks where the thick rounds were cut from a huge metal cylinder, and I think they make the blanks very interesting-looking. The light catches them each differently, and they almost sparkle when you walk by.
These two interesting objects are similar, in that they are both the stumps of what were once big trees. They differ in that the one on the left is pretty much where it has always been, with the background changing from forest to suburb. The one on the right is nowhere near where it started out-who knows where that piece of driftwood started life? Maybe in a forest many miles to the east of the beach where I photographed it on Puget Sound. I wish I knew both their stories!
Here’s the Link to Patti’s original post.