Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
We were driving in Yellowstone and came across several cars pulled over and people taking pictures of some birds in the distance. I leaped out of my car, put my telephoto lens on and started snapping away. "What are shooting at I asked the lady next to me?" I didn't even know, LOL. It must be good though for everyone to stop. My eyes were bad enough I couldn't even see how beautiful they were until I downloaded the photos.
Monday, November 23, 2009
The old packing plant opened in 1917 and will be completely demolished by 2010. In 1974 the packing plant closed, the Stockyards started their slow death and the building stood empty. Then in 1976 a local business man opened it up with numerous small interesting shops, places to eat and a bowling alley. The downtown suits and powers that be at the time fought it tooth and nail sticking so many regulations and hurtles in the way the dream was never fully realized. It died once again only to be vandalized by a couple of young punks who started it on fire. So many memories there. My first bowling league. I taught CPR there. Great little shops and a strange wonderful atmosphere. Goodbye old building.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Even without color a flower is lovely, the symmetrical petals, the texture, each detail perfect. And then to top of the perfection most come with a lovely scent. It's a good world.
When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other. ~Chinese Proverb
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Our new challenge, LEADING LINES, starts today & ends on Dec. 15th . There are many lines to look for when shooting your images....Vertical, horizontal, diagonal, curves & "S" curve....even converging lines.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Shakespeare's Sonnet LIV
O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade,
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall fade, my verse distills your truth.
My Blog List
- ► 2010 (29)
- A post a Day, I did it.
- Postcard Photo
- Sandhill Cranes
- Snow path
- Happy Thanksgiving
- End of dreams
- Even without color, lovely
- Black and White Photography
- Random Sepia
- Country Road
- Sit and Rest for awhile.
- Community Photo Challenge, Leading Lines.
- Random Shots, Day 16
- The rose
- Lilies up close
- 11 days of blogging, this ones for the birds.
- Day 10, Sylvan Lake
- I want flowers
- Sunday Selections, Monochrome
- Barns, Day 8
- Day 7, Iris Beauty
- NaBloPoMo, day 6
- NaBloPoMo 2009 and 5 on the fifth
- NaBloPoMo day 4 entry.
- Bloggers Community Photo Challenge
- NaBloPoMo Day 3
- Day 2, NaBloPoMo
- NaBloPoMo 09, Day 1
- ▼ November (32)
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- ► 2007 (76)