A Good Day

Something tells me it's going to be a good day.

I'll take it!

What I Love...

There are photographs that speak to the heart. It's what I love about photography, there are so many options available. While street photography grabs for my attention, its a shot like the picture above that tug at my shirt strings. What you may not know is that this is my grandson engrossed in conversation with my dad. What you may be assuming is that they are sharing a funny moment. There are so many things I love, love, love about this picture, namely, the two males who are spanning generations. 

The only thing I don't like about this picture? I'm not the one that took it. My daughter-in-law was the one who got the shot, but at least she shared it with us :) Shots like this...I want the credit for. I hate when it wasn't me, 

God had Other Plans

There was a time I doubted I would ever make it here again. God had other plans.

I'm so glad he did.

2013/269 Evening Photo Walk

An evening photo walk in Old Towne Orange did me a world of good.

Next time maybe I'll be brave enough to ask a few strangers if I could take their picture.

Yesterday

Just a nice Sunday morning before church...

First the local donut shop.

 Then the Sunday paper, reliving the Angel's win from the night before.

Catching Up

I knew I was going to be tired so instead of working from the comforts of home, I dragged myself out of bed at precisely 5:03am to go into the office. I was afraid I wouldn't be so productive from home and on the day before a two week vacation, productivity is very important. The traffic on the way in was typical Friday light. It was a good day at work, a horrible commute home. Now the countdown begins.

New Beginnings

The last few days have been filled with celebrations. Brie graduating from high school and Matt & Ashley adding to their little family. It's been fun, but exhausting.

This is the little guy unaware that his life is about to change (for the better).

More love to come.

Live

Life, it's often messy and sometimes it beats us up, but we still have to live our lives. We can't be afraid to get hurt because it's going to happen, but it doesn't mean we can't keep on going.

"Get to living or get to dying" as Red so eloquently put it on The Shawshank Redemption. Or as the lyrics from Both Sides put it, "something's lost but something's gained from living everyday"

I think this picture says it all...

Broken Resolve

There was all this talk about it being National Doughnut Day. It broke my resolve.

Every inch of it.

The Beauty of Black and White

This is what I love about black and white, when you see it, it makes the simplest of things beautiful. Of course you do need good light.

A New Point of View

My first official day in our new office was met with a most gorgeous sunrise. For most of May, the cloud cover did a job on the sun, but today there was nothing impeding the rising sun. This is now my new view on the last leg of my journey.

Worn Out

I wore her out playing tug of war with her.

Waiting

You can tell the novices from the veterans.

The anxiety is gone, replaced with resigned acceptance. Humor helps, a lot, too.

Picture Black and White

After much internal debate, first thing this morning, I joined Tracey Clark's class, Picture Black and White. I was sitting on the fence, biding my time in making a decision, but after converting some pictures I recently took to black and white and loving the results and after reading Tracey's post on Kim Klassen's blog yesterday, I jumped off and am diving right in.

Today's lesson is on lines...often we look for them, they draw our eyes into or across the photo. I was a bit stumped. What to do? What to do? I drove to Old Orange, planning on taking a picture of the Angel Motel in B&W, but not sure since that doesn't really have lines.

I ended up at the train station that I've always driven by. I was so happy. And I love the pictures in B&W better than in color. Love the timelessness of them. Love the lines. Love the stark contrast. Love. Love. Love.