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Campeau bungalos, children's books, Dolls, Manic Mondays, Ottawa homes, photo101, The Photographer's Wife
I’ve decided to participate in the WordPress Photography 101 Course.
It challenges participants to a photo assignment per day for four weeks.
I’ve ignored this course before because, well, I’m not really a photo blogger.
And posting once per day for four weeks is – just honestly – probably not going to happen.
But I know I could use some photography tips.
Funny thing about that? / Small confession before we start?
My husband is a professional photographer.
And I’m gonna use my iPhone for this.
Cobblers family and all that.
I figure it will make for good dinnertime conversation.
Before getting to the first assignment, for those who haven’t visited my blog before, I have a dolly theme (two preschool daughters – I TOTALLY took the branding bit of Blogging 201 to heart) and when I do a series, I’ve started to assign a dolly co-host.
In preparation for this course, I dutifully Googled “free dolly camera images” and discovered the limits of Google. After a couple of permutations of the search, I’m pleased to introduce my Camera Dolly Co-host:

Image from here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Camera_dolly
Isn’t she just adorable?
I haven’t named her yet and am open to suggestions in the comments.
With that said, assignment #1 was to take a picture of home, recognizing it as an elusive term.
When we think about this word, we might picture different physical locations. And while home is often found on a map, it can also be less tangible: a loved one, a state of mind.
So here’s the photo I took this morning for the assignment.
This is my house. This morning, November 3, 2014 in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada.It’s our 1960s 3-bedroom Campeau bungalow and we love it.
My husband and I moved in December of 2007.
At the time, every room on the main floor was painted a different shade of pink.

I have visions of a 90210 inspired person having done this wall after watching Kelly sponge art accordingly in that era. I felt nostalgic twinges – but that wall had to go.
Here we are “bringing down” that last wall as we renovated our kitchen.
Two months shy of my giving birth to the first of two daughters.
De-pinking time well spent!
We have since met and know our neighbours. The grandson of one even goes to daycare with our girls and I’m delighted that they play well together.
Because home is bigger than house. It is also community.
But mainly? Home is family. And our house is home because that’s where we brought both our babies home to; where we’ve begun to raise them; and where we’ve become a family.
It’s funny.
The house I first lived in (about a block and a half from where I now live) went up for sale and sold a few days ago before there was ever an open house. First transition since my parents sold it when I was 10. I had a pang of regret that I couldn’t creep the open house and visit the bedroom of my childhood.
I’m curious if the room I remember would match reality. I believe places and spaces hold meaning in our memories.
I may just have to be neighbourly in the near future – if opportunity presents and it isn’t too creepy.
Before I close, in case any of you were feeling of house and home musically inclined tonight, I wanted to suggest you swing by our Baby Gates Down Sister Post about House and Home in Song.
I talk more about the exciting world of Campeau bungalows while tieing in Paul Simon, the Beatles, R Kelly, Tom Jones and MORE! With one quick click, you’ll also get to meet Moody Blythe, my musical dolly cohost. And I’ve been neglecting her of late so she could use some love and attention.
Until (maybe tomorrow) where we go street (because the next assignment was already posted but by then it was time for home; and family; and dinner; and alphabet bingo and; the Gruffalo and yeah – that can wait until tomorrow.
Because we’re home.
I also think this is “Mom enough” to link up with another hop I’ve been missing of late, so I’m also catching up with Mommy A to Z on her weekly parenting hop because, among other things, I think the past week has proven my commitment to the alphabet.
That’s four letters.
And my five-year-old (when trying) knows ALL of them.
Boo-yeah!
Ah, what a great post, Louise!
I think your dolly looks like a Willomena. That’s just what jumped out at me. (OK, the actual spelling is Wilhelmina, but I think the other way looks better.)
Your thoughts on house and home are just lovely and all so true. Your ideas are a mix of poignant and funny – all part of family and what makes a house really home.
About the pink paint in every room…funny story. My Dad and Stepmom’s house – all of it from basement to second floor – was painted green. The SAME shade of green in every room. The only thing that varied was the green carpet – some sculptured, some shag (can you say 70s?), but. all. green. Maybe the owners of the two homes were relatives!
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Thank you so much for the suggestion and awesome comment! I’ve decided to do a poll between your name suggestion and Lizzi’s below and see if anyone votes 🙂 It was a fun way to play around with polling, which I hadn’t done before. Hope you don’t mind.
As for the same shade of green in each room – that’s just LAZY. And green shag? You could actually purchase green shag? Shudder…
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Yes, green shag was apparently readily available. So. Ugly. I guess the lady of the house really loved green – at least that was the story.
Great idea with the poll!
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Huh. I love green! But it features in no paint or carpet anywhere in m home. And I’m good with that. Maybe I figure it’s more of an outdoor colour? I use to have a green fuzzy sweater I loved….
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Ahhhh it does me good to know that I’m not the only one in the world still living in the neighbourhood where she grew up. That’s nice, isn’t it, because a community becomes part of us, and the physical spaces and places become ones on the inside as well.
Your house looks lovely, and the rocks in the garden are AWESOME.
I want to suggest something like Lilla for your camera dolly, because the wibbly leg bits look like a (brand name) Gorilla pod stand.
P.S. Professionals sometimes use iPhones for photography – it’s a ‘thing’ now. Go for it.
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Isn’t there some statistic to the effect that the majority of the people in the whole world spend their whole lives very close to where they were born? I realize that likely takes into account poor and developing countries, but it always made me feel like my complete lack of mobility wasn’t odd. And I do love how attached and comfortable I feel in my neighbourhood/home/space as a result. It’s a nice feeling of connection to life around me.
I can claim no credits for the rocks. The woman in the house before us was a great gardener – me? Not so much.
As for the Lilla suggestion – thanks! To have a bit of fun I’m now running a poll on my post from today asking people to vote between that and Lisa’s suggestion. I’ll see what comes from that 🙂 Hope you don’t mind.
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Cool! I saw the poll already 🙂 I voted (for mine, natch)
The rocks are still awesome.
And…adunno – feels like when I grew up, a kind of ‘mark’ of having matured was to move away, but I just haven’t! I do like it here though, so I’m good. I also haven’t ever travelled.
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Your house is way adorable! I love it!
Yay for phonetography! I own not even a basic camera anymore, so phone it is 🙂
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Yay camera phones! So far so good (of course it’s only day two). I’ll pop over to see yours now!
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