Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
A Fish Story
There's a story to this series of pictures.
While sitting on the beach in Florida, I watched a man walk back and forth across the sand at the edge of the waves, casting a huge, Biblical-style net into the gulf waters. He'd pull the net in and check it for fish, then send it back out. Over and over he did this. Any small fish he caught, he put in a small, clear plastic tackle box that he carried with him.
One bird caught wind of the smell of fish and began to follow him. Up and down the beach this bird walked, like a puppy at a master's heals.
Soon other birds began to notice and they joined in.
Before long, the man had a flock following him. At first, they pecked around his net when he'd bring it in, but it didn't take much time before they discovered the tackle box.
One bird fluffed his feathers in an act of ownership and fiercely fought others when they came too close.
He could smell the fish. He could see the fish. They flopped right at the tip of his beak. But he could not get to them.
And then the fisherman took his nets and his fish, and he walked away.
While sitting on the beach in Florida, I watched a man walk back and forth across the sand at the edge of the waves, casting a huge, Biblical-style net into the gulf waters. He'd pull the net in and check it for fish, then send it back out. Over and over he did this. Any small fish he caught, he put in a small, clear plastic tackle box that he carried with him.
One bird caught wind of the smell of fish and began to follow him. Up and down the beach this bird walked, like a puppy at a master's heals.
Soon other birds began to notice and they joined in.
Before long, the man had a flock following him. At first, they pecked around his net when he'd bring it in, but it didn't take much time before they discovered the tackle box.
One bird fluffed his feathers in an act of ownership and fiercely fought others when they came too close.
He could smell the fish. He could see the fish. They flopped right at the tip of his beak. But he could not get to them.
And then the fisherman took his nets and his fish, and he walked away.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Spin Art: Earth Rotation Style
We sat on the beach this week and watched the sunsets: one of my favorite activities. My kids were amazed at how fast the sun disappeared once it reached the horizon. All day it seemed to creep across the sky in almost imperceptible increments, but once it sets, you can tell how fast the earth is spinning, swallowing the sun in a gigantic, quick gulp.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Looks Can Be Deceiving
This was outside a craft store near my home. The ironic thing was that the store owner was not very welcoming at all. She glared at us the entire time we were in there, demanded we put our cameras away, and never smiled.
But her welcome mat was pretty. :)
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Photo Shoot
I went to a small town near my home with some gorgeous girls today, and they weren't shy being models for me to practice on. Our favorite places to shoot? A narrow alley, and a brightly colored shingled shack.
And then we ended with a fun one. It looked like a surf shack, so they all went surfing.
And then we ended with a fun one. It looked like a surf shack, so they all went surfing.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
The Trees for the Forest Grove
When I was up at Forest Grove, Oregon for my MFA residency, I took one afternoon to walk around with my camera. The trees there are gorgeous and diverse.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Who Says Lightening Never Strikes Twice?
Taken from our backyard on Sunday night. The storm was wicked! Wish my camera could take pictures of sound!
My husband says our tree line looks like the United States, which would make the lightening the Mississippi.
Thursday, June 30, 2011
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