focus

sometimes, it isn't all its cracked up to be. just sayin'.

the 80's moved into my bathroom this afternoon

wednesdays and itrow

Was cutting up these:

realized I wanted to photograph them like so:



Had some help. Love this image the most. THIS is what it means to create for me, sometimes. the bits and snatches I can catch during our everyday lives. The things I see as beautiful are PART of my life, not elaborate productions all the time.

Wednesdays: dinosaurs napping

How DOES a dinosaur say goodnight?

All his toys go to sleep when he does (ie he cleans up).... these guys were so tired they didn't quite make it into the toybox. He told me so... that they're napping.

WHOA

go look at THIS. So beautiful.

wednesdays: first flowers

dear mother

i give you

my love with each flower

--I Often Go Walking

The first flowers W brought me... aided by his father, I'm sure. But he held them so carefully.

the five minute portrait

this is a less-than-5-minute portrait of my dad. while they were in town this weekend i had thought getting into the studio would be a piece of cake... well, previous to having a 6 week old baby, it might have been, but when exhaustion sets in, there is nothing to be done.

so begins a musing on photographs. this wasn't taken with my nicest camera, or even in the greatest location. its my parking garage. however, it is still *not* a snapshot-- and here is why:

no on-camera flash in use, design elements (rule of thirds, leading lines, etc) are in use, even the color scheme is pleasing, the balance of light and dark is not extreme.

The REASON i bring any of this up is that sometimes you need to just TAKE the picture, right? Even though I'm happily studio-based with large format, that just WASN'T going to happen this weekend. But having something other than a *snapshot* of my father DID need to happen for me.

I fully admit some of the pleasure of this image is because of the sentiment for me.