Just to show you a glimpse into why I haven’t been posting this weekend…with promises to update anon. Also a link to the professional photographer’s sneak peek blog (what a wonderful couple…so funny and so talented!).
I so wish I had a photo of someone doing something cheeky, but as I’ve admitted before, I tend to have still life and landscape photos and not much photojournalism-type shots with people in action. “Fresh! *slap*” is the first thing that came to my mind. The second is my daughter’s quizzical expression, “What fresh hell is this?” (Which my mother reminds me is Dorothy Parker’s line; Susan lifted it from The Portable Curmudgeon.) Again, a dramatic scene to be pictured. Ah, well. Perhaps more boring, but nonetheless colorful, is this collection of purchases from a fall Farmer’s Market. Enjoy!
The first and last hour of sunlight in the day is what photographers often refer to as “The Golden Hour”. I am not the dedicated kind of hobbyist that will actually go out looking for that kind of light specifically, but I do sometimes find myself with my camera out on a hike or an outing that lasts until near sunset. A serendipitous meeting might then occur, and I’ll get a great shot. Here’s one of which I am especially fond: Enjoy!
July 10th. The anniversary of my father’s birth. A man I was close to for 48 years, but whom I was just getting to know when he became wordless. He wrote his memoirs just before developing Alzheimer’s disease. (see this post for a more complete story)
What I wouldn’t give for a few more words…..