Another good day to stay inside and get some things done!
Here is a photo of the snow on my front stairs, taken with a Polaroid SX-70 and Impossible black & white film.
I have to admit I love snow.
I feel like a kid when it snows, giddy with the thought of watching it fall from the sky and staying snug and warm inside my home. I just love it and never grow tired of the feeling I have when I first see it falling from the sky.
We got our first real snow of winter today. The photos below I took at night on a tripod, hence the odd colors.
The family and I went to Asheville today to take my daughter back to school…
While there, we went to Harvest Records, a great little record shop in a part of town I had never been to. Tony is a big lover of record stores, as I am, so we had a great time.
The kids, well, they got bored quickly, but it was great to see them talking in a corner and getting along well!
And a happy Valentine’s day to you!
Tonight was incredibly windy…I mean major gusts of wind that were quite scary.
So naturally I got my camera and headed outside! It was a cloudy night and the wind was furiously pushing the clouds around, so I thought it would be interesting to set my camera on a tripod and take some long exposure shots to see what the clouds looked like in slow motion.
Here is the result…
Ah…Friday the 13th!
Today I’m playing with color. The orange photo is actually a mistake. I don’t know what I did or what it was supposed to be, but I liked it. The other two photos are of sunrise, one from Tony’s window and one from the road.
Hair today, gone tomorrow… I’ve had a love-hate relationship with my hair my whole life. It’s strange, my hair. I was born with black hair that turned red. The red turned blonde. The blonde turned brown. The brown turned red again. The red turned dark auburn. The auburn stayed until I had kids and then the black came back. That’s all without coloring it! I was most comfortable as a red-head, so that’s what I went back to. The color isn’t the annoying part of it, though. I haven’t been able to form my true “hair identity” yet. It’s difficult to deal with. It’s very thin, but it also doesn’t lay well, due to several cow licks that keep it a bit wacky. I loved it way back in the 80s when it was long and permed, but since then I’ve liked it and hated it and liked it and hated it more times than I can count. I’ve grown it out, I’ve cut it off. Repeat, repeat, repeat. I’ve actually been enjoying my long hair lately. I can hide behind my long hair. I can change it around. I can twirl it between my fingers or pull on it if I am nervous. I think I look younger with long hair. In the past two years, I have become very satisfied with my long hair and have been comfortable keeping it that way for a while. Then a close friend of mine shared that her cancer had come back. She had been battling it for 3 years, it had gone away, and now it was back with a vengeance. One of the first things that she said about it was, “Now I’m going to lose my hair again…” This was tough for her, as it had just grown back and she was so glad to have it again. I started thinking about my hair and how I take it for granted. Sure, I don’t always like it, but at least I have the free will to do with it as I please. My friend and thousands of other women don’t have that choice. I decided to donate it to locksoflove.org I was originally going to shave it all off in support of my friend; though that would have been a nice gesture of support, it wouldn’t have helped anyone. So I took this route instead and went to a stylist who was familiar with the organization and how to cut my hair to save as much of it as possible to send off. Rastafarians believe that bodily, mental, and spiritual energy is held in the hair through dreadlocks. Sometimes negative energy can be trapped in your hair and thus the need to cut your hair off at certain points in your life. I’m trying to let go of a lot of negative energy right now, so I am seeing the loss of my locks as a symbol of letting go and beginning again. So here’s to healing and new beginnings.
I took my photography class out again today, this time to photograph a nearby church.
The church is from the late 1800s and I love the windows.
The sky features a lot in my images these days.
I’m fascinated by it, really. The beautiful clouds, the color of the sky, sunrise, sunset…I seem to be looking to the sky more often for inspiration.
The first is mid-afternoon, and the second is sunset, including a reflection in the window and church in the background. Because I exposed the image for the reflection, it doesn’t really do the vivid colors of the sunset justice. It was a dark, overpowering orange…
Two incredibly different subjects today…
A cabbage, and the lights over Tony’s record collection.
It was unseasonably warm and beautiful today…
…so Tony and I went for a walk around the block. We stopped off at “our bench,” a place that for years we’ve liked to sit and talk, even though it is at a relatively busy intersection. It doesn’t matter: the conversation is great.
So cheers to a beautiful day with a wonderful companion!