Tuesday, September 25, 2018
So today I offer random picture Monday. iPhones and database pics....
Let us make it a good week.
Help and support to all who need it... love without judgement. Eat, Pray, Love.
Have a beautiful week and pm or text me if you want. We all struggle....
Nice broth soup...
Goofing off while studying.. the twinkle lights...
Succulents for my friend..
Sunday, September 23, 2018
Friday, September 21, 2018
Thursday, September 20, 2018
Wednesday, September 12, 2018
Saturday, September 8, 2018
....pardon my novice-ness.
This weeks assignment .... shallow depth of field, b & w, manual, no flash ... and then deep depth of focus...same requirements.
I have two sets to turn in... and three days to “do better” than below. I don’t want to play it safe... I want to learn... and also take a great shot... creative self.. open up🙏🏻🌞🙏🏻
Here are two sets so far.... opinions??
I am looking for some sunsets on rock tomorrow... looking for something out if this works..
Monday, September 3, 2018
Shooting in Black and White for a motion assignment. It’s more fun than I thought, and a nice degree of challenge and getting to know about shutter speed.
I had to make up subjects as I had nothing moving to work with. These are not the final submissions but it got my brain working and some of the "scary" out of the way.
Have a great week. September is here, summer daylight fades....
Saturday, September 1, 2018
The Work of Happiness
BY MAY SARTON
I thought of happiness, how it is woven
Out of the silence in the empty house each day
And how it is not sudden and it is not given
But is creation itself like the growth of a tree.
No one has seen it happen, but inside the bark
Another circle is growing in the expanding ring.
No one has heard the root go deeper in the dark,
But the tree is lifted by this inward work
And its plumes shine, and its leaves are glittering.
So happiness is woven out of the peace of hours
And strikes its roots deep in the house alone:
The old chest in the corner, cool waxed floors,
White curtains softly and continually blown
As the free air moves quietly about the room;
A shelf of books, a table, and the white-washed wall—
These are the dear familiar gods of home,
And here the work of faith can best be done,
The growing tree is green and musical.
For what is happiness but growth in peace,
The timeless sense of time when furniture
Has stood a life's span in a single place,
And as the air moves, so the old dreams stir
The shining leaves of present happiness?
No one has heard thought or listened to a mind,
But where people have lived in inwardness
The air is charged with blessing and does bless;
Windows look out on mountains and the walls are kind.