I’m now back up in DC on yet another unscheduled side quest, but I’ll be heading south again to pick up my travels where I left off.
Tag: Making Lemonade Road Tour
It feels like meditation in one image to me.
Their complementary skin tones, the deep reds and greens and the blue of the background are working for me.
Sometimes I just need to do a shoot that isn’t work.
If you’ve got to have problems as a photographer, I suppose too many great shots from a shoot is a good one to have.
I guess I just need to step outside my comfort zone.
If I have to choose a physical location to associate with the word ‘home’, it’d be Surf City, NC.
Today is a celebration of the art that is photography.
Mama and papa took off when I got up to go get the camera, but the three babies hung out and let me take their picture.
I made it safely to Indiana, and I’ll be here for an indeterminate period of time.
It’s funny how much or how little some things change.
Looks like I forgot to take an actual photo that day, but I did take a selfie.
Collegiate Gothic, 16th century China, and a New Jersey Trash Panda
I’m worn out, but I’m trying to get the posting caught up. But I’m skipping a post here and there for a reason.
Yesterday was the day my Zeus became mortal. Yesterday was the day Olympus crumbled.
I’m feeling pretty relieved about things.
Now I have my watermark, four years in the making.
So a thing happened a few weeks ago that involved a broken mirror, a Toyota Camry, some contraband, the 13th, a daring escape from Canada, and a surprising amount of blood.