As a learning-as-I-go photographer, I've been practicing a lot of years. If you're like me, you've been practicing, too. You're feeling more confident with your tools of the trade. When you pick up your camera it feels comfortable, like a well-fitting glove. But there are moments where the subjects you're taking pictures of all seem… Continue reading 31-Day Photography Challenge #31SRW – Day 1
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Where friends and flowers meet
We met years ago when our two youngest daughters were in grade school together. Her quick to laughter moments and her quirky sense of humor both struck me immediately, and I was impressed. I just knew we could be friends. One of the most beautiful qualities of true friendship is to understand and to be… Continue reading Where friends and flowers meet
All-time Favorites are yet to be discovered
If pressed to ask what is my all-time favorite photo, I'd struggle. The list is long, and Mr. would tell you my photo folders on our server keeps stretching the limits...or as he says often, "We're gonna need a bigger server!" I, of course, love all of our family photos, and our trips together. But… Continue reading All-time Favorites are yet to be discovered
A gardening revival
Today, I woke refreshed but achy. It's a beautiful morning. The sun is shining and the neighbor is already working. I'll blur that thought out of my mind. Instead, it's better to enjoy the fact I can capture tiny dew drops on the grass. Oh, my, I've missed seeing them over the winter months. Welcome… Continue reading A gardening revival
Glory of the morning
Pinch me, am I dreaming? Nope, news flash folks, the temperature upon rising today is 37 degrees. That's unheard of in the 200th winter of 2017/2018. But wait...it is April, and it is spring, so that's a good temperature to wake up to. It's not like last winter, just 4 days ago... This time of… Continue reading Glory of the morning
My spring memory garden
If she were here today, I'd ask her to join me in a cup of coffee, no froth on our cups either, we loved to drink it black. We'd sit together and laugh, and catch up, and share what was new in our lives. Mom had an opinion to share, a quirk to chuckle about, or… Continue reading My spring memory garden