drive-by

just 3 words

Other than the photos I took of Brandon pitching, I wasn't that happy with my photos last week. I got to watch him pitch in a Varsity game:

But I think my three words for last week are..... "Sold another print!"

last looks

my final SoFoBoMo image:

dandy remains

save your wishes...

leaves too

cerveza remains

these feet

these feet make me happy...

where will they take him?

what miles and miles will fall beneath them?

what happiness will they run to...

and what sorrow will they help him withstand?

the brush-off

Spring, sunshine, photos, baseball...

it's all good

sameness (I think I've covered this before)

sigh....

Photography forums and I just don't get along... or I don't belong in them; too many rules, stipulations, I-think-we-should-all-do-the-same-thing-ness. What starts out as a simple "Let's post photos about ...... (whatever).", eventually becomes overrun with rules, 'post this way', 'don't do 'that' (whatever the f--- THAT may be)'.... sheesh! Where is the creativity? Is everyone afraid of an original thought?

ack!

just 3 words

My three words for last week: "red - red - red"

saw it, felt it, painted it, shot it, ate it!

rain shapes

empty shells

nothing inside...

like an onion girl

light remains

last remains

I was the only living soul in this cemetery today, but I sensed that my presence was acknowledged.

red remains

since I was insulted with red this morning...

some days

I should just stay in bed. Or at least not check messages.... or at least not have high expectations...

cherry pink

Cherry blossoms always make me think of pink tutus...

My three words for last week: "too many flowers"

It's spring and flowers are everywhere and it's sooooooo freaking easy. Ah well, I will try to do better this week.

notturno

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trails of strangers,

traveling in different directions,

whose lives intersected for a moment in time

Shortly before this photo was taken, I had one of those 'moments'. The sun was just setting, the temps were in the low 70's, Brandon was pitching, and two geese flew low over the outfield... it was just a perfect moment in time...

sea of green

moist moss versus brittle Autumn remnant

listen

Rod Stewart, singing "For All We Know"...

we may never meet again

this could be a dream, for all we know

carefree

short-shorts and keds without laces

tanned arms on sunny days

creek beds and slippery rocks

secret trails through the woods

carefree hours spent with friends

covered

time heals all wounds and the rain will make everything clean again

early light

I know there must be a poem or a song

that describes the early morning,the awakening of the day.

Things gradually being illuminated,

showing us what they are really made of;

before the blinding light of day

obscures the fine details.

Someone surely has written of this,

but I cannot recall it.

what remains

... and what doesn't

lies and deception

litter the floor

I have stumbled on them too many times now.

blue moon

colors of a rainy garden

the week

So many highs and lows last week.... started making a little documentary film, visited the state of sunshine, suffered from the common cold (I think common is not the right word when you cannot breathe!), wrote a sort-of bio, began my SoFoBoMo month and tasted Vermonty Python ice cream!

My 3 words: "film-write-shoot"

vinyl

classic piano

shattered terra cotta

red earth, shedding its glazed and painted surface

the morning dew

clinging to the rose leaves

glistening

waiting to be

gone

stoned

Bits of spring