Parking Lot Photography
The Smoker - B&W Shot Unedited
Looking Away - Original B&W Edited in Photoshop
Nieces & Nephews
Just for good measure, here's an emotional shot of me from my youth.
(I was a star! That picture was in the paper, and on the church calender)
Finally, this picture is very emotional for me. I managed to capture an image of the rare Jackson's Peacock!
I dream I am a mastadon, thundering through the city, crushing cars, flinging those annoying political signs with my long tusks. I am king.
I dream I am ancient, solid. I have been here for thousands of years, watching the short-lived people come and go like a "flower quickly fading, a wave tossed in the ocean, a vapor in the wind." Thousands, perhaps millions have passed me by - some look, some notice, some ignore, some avoid. But I am still here, and will remain.
I dream I can fly. I make a great big paper airplane, don my cape, and make sure I remember my sunglasses; where I'm going, I will need my sunglasses. I stand on the top of the tallest building I can find, launch my plane and jump aboard.
I dream of flying to the sun. I will not be like Icarus; my plane is magic, protecting me, carrying me, lifting me - body and spirit.
I will fly so high, I will hold the sun in the palm of my hand.
in honor of mom
On the other side of the fence is this dark purple beauty. The bulbs were left on my doorstep by a friend. It took three years for them to finally bloom. Each year I hold my breath waiting for them. Today, the first bud of the year opened. It always waits until the neighbor's common Irises are almost spent. Can you blame it?
God has surrounded me with the glorious beauty of His creation. I can't help but get emotional.
The good thing is ...I am using the money from this project to get my first DSLR...I'm looking at the Canon 30d....so any suggestions regarding lenses?
as i sat on the rock that sad sad day,i heard you say all though nice things to her that you did to me,so as i ran home that day i ran to my room crying and crying some more.my dad comes home late at night and than he saw me wrappd up tight,the rope was hooked on a hook on the ceiling,wraped around my neck,he said"wat the heck?"And in the pocket in my pants he took out a peice of paper, while i was still hung,and it said"I will die for him anyday,but now he dont feel the same,if you luved someone like i did luv him,you`ll do anything for him,so as i die,in my coffin i`ll lie,feeling the same every day,Even though he dont feel the same,our luv will allways be alive,it`ll never die."
Bittersweet memories of Britt
Britt lived a wonderful life and pushed the envelop often. He ski patrolled at Alpine Meadows, rescued many and skied 200 days a season.
My son was a very fine carpenter in the off ski season.His loves were flyfishing, rafting, music and guitar. He loved to play and dance at canyon concerts with all his ladies all at once. Sorry, I am drifting down Britt lane. Well, here some old but fun photos when he was just a little guy ans so full of life.Britt Flying britt kick right at me Pigskin kid1970 Photos are ancient now but still wonderfullove of adventure. But on a lighternote, my grandson,Benjamin is 3 and having fun in his new rainsuit that his Aunty Turkey bought for him.bdl.raingear1 Benjamin happy BenjaminMorMor popup