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With so many Flickr friends frolicking along pristine mountain lakes in Banff, while I am stuck in the city, I have to consciously remind myself to be thankful! I grabbed this shot beside the parking lot after a wonderful evening at one of my favourite local falls. Images to follow, soon.
Kids and the things they say!
My husband took Jackie out for a bike ride (well, he rode. Jackie ran, as she's a dog and her paws can't reach the pedals) this morning. They came back quite quickly because they spotted this seal and knew I'd want to see it too. So, thanks, Honey!
I think I had seen this seal months ago, but it had been swimming in the lagoon. This is within our community of Redwood Shores, less than a mile from where we live. There are some people who could've looked out their kitchen window to see this!
The comment came from a young boy who was out with his dad and grandmother looking at this seal. Silly kid.
Cuter when Viewed Large
The side of a garbage barrel. I got lucky.
(I won't be around much the next few days, but I will try to find time to catch up on your streams. :) )
Explored! (#90)
The scene I returned to after making my morning coffee stop ritual. Thankfully, the toaster was unscathed.
I should take out the power lines, but I just really can't be bothered to do so right now.
You should probably view it here to really experience it.
Or just drive to Minneapolis and sit by the river. That will work too.
Or Comp-stomping Ansel Adams...
We figured we might have to be a bit flexible in our plans when we went to Yosemite, and this turned out to be the case. On Saturday (Nov. 28th), we planned to hike to Vernal Falls, only it was very very windy and cold. Instead, we wandered over to the Visitor Center to check out the interpretive displays and the weather report. My husband noticed a flier for a Digital Photography workshop given through the Ansel Adams Gallery that day. We hoofed it over, found out there were still spots and signed up.
We didn't realize until we signed up that this particular day would reproduce the sun and moon conditions when Ansel Adams took his iconic "Moon and Half Dome" shot. Part of the workshop would be to go out and attempt to capture this event...a comp-stomp for sure! I hadn't set out to attempt to comp-stomp Mr. Adams, but I was game to try anyway, and there were plenty of others hoping to capture the moment.
Of course, Mother Nature had the last laugh on all of us. There was a nice diffuse cloud hanging over THAT PART of the valley, so the moon was obscured at 4:04pm (the time it should've been in the perfect position to look like the Ansel Adams shot, although his was taken at 4:14pm...)
I took this shot about 20 minutes later, as the color was better. I told our instructor that we wouldn't ask for a refund if there was some color in the sky. :D
If you'd like to see the inspiration, check it out here
On the way home from work it's pretty desolate. Not many people have really started their commute yet, and I pretty much have the road to myself. As I'm turning onto a fairly more trafficed road, I notice a little dog running around in the road blocking my lane. I slow down and wait as it climbs up to the sidewalk and stares at me as I drive by. Talk about sad puppy dog eyes, he looked so afraid!
Now, don't ask me why, but I really wanted to pull over and just take him home. Maverick would have been pissed, and then I thought, wait, what if that was Maverick? Would someone just hit him, or even slow down? He looks mean, would someone even try to help him? The thought sent me into a very upset cry-fest. It probably seems a little crazy, but I just felt awful... I drove home and did nothing. There's so much wrong in the world. And while yes, there are a lot of really good things too, just turn on the news for 5 minutes. I don't have cable for a reason. It's toxic. I can not standing listening to all of the crap that goes on everyday, and I felt like I became a part of it. Just turned my head and did nothing. A little bit of an overreaction maybe, but I know I'd be lost without my dog. I decided to try and make, at the least, the next 100 days better.
Oh and PS, let me just say I took this days ago (remember? I'm getting caught up). I'm better now. And while I still say that I suck, I'm not that upset anymore :D Maverick has forgiven me.
Have you heard how San Francisco is bracing for an invasion by the Hell's Angels this weekend? They are zooming in for the funeral of their leader, murdered apparently by a member of the rival motorcycle gang, The Mongols. SF police are on high alert. Read about it here:
www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgif=/c/a/2008/09/12/BAAE1...
Well, my visiting English nieces have been fascinated by this story and have been asking me all day where they could see the Angels and what might happen.
After picking them up at Fisherman's Wharf, I took them up to the Marin Headlands for the obligatory tourist shot with the Golden Gate Bridge. As we stood there, up roared a dozen or so motorcyclists and surrounded the car. The girls jumped in, but I thought there was no harm in asking: "So you guys in town for the funeral?"
"Que?" said the guy on the left as he took on his helmet. Turns out they were a posse of Italian motorcycle enthusiasts, not Hell's Angels at all -- unless the Angels have a junior international division for guys who aren't really that tough. Still, they were entirely too interested in my nieces, so we did have pack up and speed away with all due haste.
Mateo and I went on a hike/camp trip to the Highlands of Cape Breton last weekend. It was AMAZING. We set up our tent right by the ocean and the river that leads into it, nestled in the middle of a valley between the gorgeous highland mountains. It was a steep hike down (aka: a steep hike UP) but the trail is nestled in the trees and shade.
this is one of the kid sparrows who comes to share my lunch when I eat outside sometimes-as you can see her environment is concrete!
Happy Birds in their Homes Feathery Friday!
The self-portrait part of my latest Photo class assignment is killing me. I absolutely HATE having my picture taken. And trying to take it myself is horrible. Setting up the camera on a tripod then running to the mark and trying to get a decent expression. This pic won't make the cut as it doesn't work in B&W. And it's not really achieving the effect I was going for which was to recreate the famous still of silent star Louise Brooks lifting her veil in "Pandora's Box." It actually came out much more like Lucille Ball toward the very end of her career where every movie was filmed through double layers of gauze and heavily vaselined lenses to make her look a few decades younger. But what the heck.
I’m not sure that I can write 1000 words about this photo, but I shall try.
This photo was inspired by the heart, or rather the metaphorical concept of love and its connection to the heart. I am a romantic. I also believe in fate to some extent (although I do not go so far as to deny the power of free will), and I occasionally indulge in the quaint notion that “everything happens for a reason” (especially when it comes to love). I suppose that being in love makes it far more easier to believe and write statements such as these, although it may assuage the pain of the broken-hearted to know that something greater awaits…or at least to know that what was left behind wasn’t right for them.
I’m getting off track. This picture is meant to depict the heart as the physical embodiment of love. We’ve all heard the sayings “the heart wants what the heart wants,” “follow your heart,” and “broken heart.” But do we really stop and think about what that means? Do we ponder its truth? How is it that when we see the one we love from across the room, our heart begins to race? How is it that lifelong married couples depart the world within weeks, days, or hours of one another? Has their heart really given up; does it refuse to beat one last ounce without its partner? I don’t know, and I’m not pretending to know. Maybe it is something that we are not meant to know.
To be able to comfortably write about the developments of my heart would be nice, although in today’s world I do not feel at ease or safe in doing so. There are certain secrets that I will never divulge on Flickr, or any online forum. To do so is asking for trouble, in my opinion, but I do see how it is therapeutic for some. Just not me. Suffice it to say, my heart has lived a rich and full life, and continues to evolve. So, I am really running out of things to say here without getting too philosophical (ie boring for some) or corny.
Plus, 1000 words makes for one helluva long description on my page. With that, I cease at 406 words.
FGR – 1000 words
July’s ABC Soup – X is for X marks the spot. Except that today's letter is Z. I fucked up.
As I left the house before the sunrise Saturday I looked out, saw the clouds and said "meh, I'll leave the camera-bag at home today". Something made me turn around a block later to fetch it... This was the sunrise, through the clouds about an hour later... Being early Saturday, and the start of the three-day holiday weekend, most people I'm sure slept in and missed this...
Rusty old horseshoe, just hangin' out.
One day, I'll capture rust/decay shots as well as DottieBoBottie. In the meantime, this is a Dottie tribute! :-)
even if this was technically "water ice" which I find to be inferior to straight-up Italian ice. Also, there was the root beer water ice mishap. Mine was strawberry and cherry and very, very tasty though.
©Lela Bouse-McCracken
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Let's be honest here...faceyourmanga.com may be cool, but it's not even close to real manga. As a card-carrying full-time comics nerd, I say they rename their site face your indie comics meets slick magazine-style vector graphics and bad colour combinations.com...of course, that may be too much to type...
This squirrel is on our hit list because it eats the outside cat food and just stands there when you go out to chase it off.