March 16, 2015

It’s getting harder and harder for me to keep up with this blog.

I’m taking photos every day, but the speed of my life has made it difficult for me to post them. I’m going to make more of an effort to keep up, but we’ll see what happens.

Four months into this project and I’m starting to rethink it.  My initial purpose for doing this was to have a photo log of my 50th year.  I’ve accomplished this so far, so that’s good.  But my underlying goal was to improve my photography by making myself work, forcing myself to pick up my camera every day.  That hasn’t been so successful.  I’ve found myself just taking ordinary photos to make sure that I get something up on the site.  I’m not pushing myself to take extraordinary photos.  That comes when I have a job to do, or when I have a stretch of time to really focus on my photography, which isn’t very often.

So today is an ordinary photo.  I’ll keep trying, though, and we’ll see how it goes as the year progresses.

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February 26, 2015

Today was what it’s all about to me…

It snowed a beautiful, deep snow last night.  After keeping warm in the morning, my son and I went for a two-hour walk at Reynolda Village, both of us with cameras in hand. When I first started this blog, a day like today is what I had in mind: taking my camera on a walk and photographing whatever called to me.  Having my son along was a great bonus, and I enjoyed watching him photograph as well. So here’s just a small portion of the photos I took. I experimented with different lenses and toning and had a blast.

And spending that time with my son outdoors was the best part…

January 11, 2015

I will never be without dogs if I have any say in it.

They are a part of my family and always have been. These are my three dogs, Kelly, Jack, and Bugsy. Kelly is the matriarch and gets two photos for that. Jack thinks that when you take a photo, you take someone’s soul, so he rarely stays still long enough to have his picture taken and howls when you try to take it. I did get his eyes and nose at least. And Bugsy, well, is Bugsy.

January 6, 2015

Today I learned that a dear friend is losing her battle with cancer…

I went into my studio to be alone.  I looked around and saw this window, damaged yet somehow functional, which to me represents so many emotions: lightness, darkness, imperfection, beauty, ugliness, clarity.

I often process my emotions through my photography.  It’s my way of dealing with the complexities of my mind.

I’m sure you’ll see more like this…

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January 5, 2015

I’ve been working on my moon photos lately.

I was never any good at taking photos of the moon, but have been stretching myself to make it work. I’m learning…

December 18th, 2014

I am lucky.

When I was younger, I used to dream about being a sound engineer, quite an unusual profession for a girl in the early 80s (or any time for that matter).  I used to watch my dad mix music and record local artists.  He was always splicing together reel-to-reel tapes and doing all kinds of musical things that I found fascinating.  I would sneak up to the music room in our house, and he would always welcome me and let me watch.  He created in me a deep love of music that will always be with me.

I never did become a sound engineer.

But in November of 2006, Tony and I began hosting a pop music quiz at a local venue, first Elliott’s Revue, and for the past 6 years or so The Garage.  One of my jobs at the quiz is doing the sound.  So I get to sit in front of the mixing desk and live out my dream of being a sound engineer, albeit a small-scale one.

It thrills me more than I can say…

Here are some photos from our quiz tonight.  It was our Christmas quiz and we got to spend it with some wonderful folks who have supported us for many years.

December 13, 2014

Nick and I had a nice time downtown today.

Here are some photos of our journey to the Krankies Craft Fair, Finnegan’s Wake, and thereabouts.

December 11, 2014

Thursday is laundry day.

Several years ago my dryer broke, so I started hanging my clothes on the line to dry.  No big deal.  Last year, my washer started leaking, so every time that I wash clothes I have to put a bucket under the hose to catch the 20 gallons or so of water that backs up and pours out.  Big deal.  So I just stopped using it, and now Tony and I go to the laundromat every Thursday.

At first I hated it, and I still do on some days.  I would love to have the convenience of doing my laundry at home, but I just can’t afford to have it all fixed and replaced right now so that’s that.

There’s a great part of going to the laundromat and that’s knowing that I am there with nothing to do for about an hour and a half.  So Tony and I take our magazines (his music ones and my photography ones) and read and talk and just generally enjoy each other’s company for the time we are there.

This Thursday was particularly enjoyable to the point that neither one of us realized that our laundry was done, as we were too busy talking and laughing.

That’s not so bad…