Experimenting. ..
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Day One Hundred Twenty One
Have I mentioned that my middle daughter is a photographer? She is.
You should see her stuff. She’s thirteen. Her 365.
This was on my camera.
I hardly ever let her touch it. :).
Day One Hundred Twenty
These guys share a love of history. It’s a family thing, really.
He was totally into The Story of US on The History Channel, snuggling Dad.
This was one of those “moments” that make me smile and a little teary in the nose.
Love this family.
Day One Hundred Eighteen
After an unusually gray winter, even for Oregon,
this was easy on the eyes…
Day One Hundred Seventeen
I’m working on getting myself into good shape
(I know, round IS a shape, but not the shape I most want to resemble)
These jeans are ones I hope to be wearing when Fall comes.
I think they’re fun. Anyway, I’ve just been thinking about it today… A lot.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Day One Hundred Fifteen
After church and a fish taco from Carl’s Jr., Dad had to meet with some classmates to polish the details of a Sociology presentation which is to be given today (Go, Hon!)
We chose to stay on campus and enjoy the beauty of this Spring day.
B under a tree with his book of the moment
Day One Hundred Fourteen
I’m having the best time with Windows Live Writer… Choosing my font and other things that I’ve missed using Blogger alone.
Let me play for a few days, then I’ll settle down.
Today’s photo:
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Day One Hundred Eleven
If you can believe THIS on April 21st!
More snow.
We broke out the bibs and boots and some of us trudged off to school...
Day One Hundred Ten
Pardon my hiccups...
Somehow, I think I lost a day,
but I don't have my stuff together enough at this point
to go find where I went wrong.
but I don't have my stuff together enough at this point
to go find where I went wrong.
Since this sort of mistake well defines where I am at this point in 2010,
I'll leave it and call it "meant to be".
Who knows what happened to day 109?
Maybe it's saving itself for later. I'm always wishing I had just one more...
I'll leave it and call it "meant to be".
Who knows what happened to day 109?
Maybe it's saving itself for later. I'm always wishing I had just one more...
But day 110 will be deemed,
"Bruno and the ribs"
He's such a good dog. He just looked.
(he also did some drooling and licked his chops)
Day One Hundred Eight
After a wonderful weekend with the family, the Monday blues have hit hard this week.
I have plans for shooting. I have the subjects and the desired finished product firmly in my artist's imagination...
but today, I'll have to settle for reruns.
I feel like a truck hit me- hard. I hope I'm not coming down with something.
Here are more from Eugene. Or, as I will call it today, "Where I wish I was."
The shadow on this was bugging me, but it's my guy. I still like it.
Presets are fun!
Is this legitimate bokeh?
In any case, I'm CRAVING people!
Enough landscapes and flowers for awhile...
Time to break out the smiles!
Day One Hundred Seven
More of the Library Quotes...
I've lived in Central Oregon (this time) for five and a half years. I've taken my children to the public library in Bend on several occasions (more when we actually lived IN Bend). So why did it take me until a couple of months ago to notice the quotes all along the front of the building?
I really think this discipline of 365 is making me more observant. More aware.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Day One Hundred Six
Saturday. The way it's meant to be.
And a look into what seems to be my obsession with old windows.
Day One Hundred Four
Pencils...
A girl in the after-school care program where I work wants to be a wildlife photographer when she grows up. We were "talking shop" and she was telling me that sometimes there doesn't seem to be anything interesting enough to take a picture of. I told her that I often feel the same way. When I do, I have to take something very ordinary and try to find a way to make it interesting.
The next thing I knew, I heard the pencil sharpener whirring way more than usual. I watched this fifth-grader arrange these pencils in a can and use her point and shoot (which she got for Christmas) to "make it interesting".
She did a good job. I asked her if she minded if, since I still had to take a picture for the day, I used her idea...
Day One Hundred Three
A beautiful morning fog was clearing from the neighborhood and gathering around the foothills of our niche in the Cascades.
Some days, one just doesn't tell the story.
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