May luck be yours on Halloween.
- author unknown
Sparks.
Light candles.
Which placed inside.
An expertly carved pumpkin.
Create a glowing.
Awesome.
Jack-O-Lantern.
Expert carving courtesy of the Haske boys:
the adventures of one crafty girl and her camera.
Monday, October 31, 2011
120/366: Sparks
When black cats prowl and pumpkins gleam,
May luck be yours on Halloween.
- author unknown
Sparks.
Light candles.
Which placed inside.
An expertly carved pumpkin.
Create a glowing.
Awesome.
Jack-O-Lantern.
Expert carving courtesy of the Haske boys:
May luck be yours on Halloween.
- author unknown
Sparks.
Light candles.
Which placed inside.
An expertly carved pumpkin.
Create a glowing.
Awesome.
Jack-O-Lantern.
Expert carving courtesy of the Haske boys:
Sunday, October 30, 2011
119/366: A Scene From a Favorite Book or Movie
After a full day of traveling.
A horrible cough and sore throat.
AND technical difficulties...
I am sharing with you.
Some images taken.
While on vacation last week.
Is Pride and Prejudice.
Last week.
I attended
A Jane Austen inspired.
Photography workshop.
Hosted by Sassyfras Studios.
Here are a few images.
From a Darcy inspired shoot.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
118/366: Someone I Admire
Meet Memphis.
Sweet.
Happy.
Brave.
Giver of excellent hugs.
Ridiculously cute.
With a laugh that is contagious.
I hope that I always.
Look at the world
With as much wonder.
As this sweet boy.
Sweet.
Happy.
Brave.
Giver of excellent hugs.
Ridiculously cute.
With a laugh that is contagious.
I hope that I always.
Look at the world
With as much wonder.
As this sweet boy.
Friday, October 28, 2011
117/366: Trash to Treasure
I am camera-less tonight.
So I am posting an iPhone pic.
A self portrait.
My lovely friend Davina.
A trained professional.
Fixed my self cut side sweep bangs.
I don't have a before picture for you.
But trust me.
When I say.
She truly created a masterpiece.
From a pile of rubble.
And then she gave me ice cream.
I have awesome friends.
Awesome.
So I am posting an iPhone pic.
A self portrait.
My lovely friend Davina.
A trained professional.
Fixed my self cut side sweep bangs.
I don't have a before picture for you.
But trust me.
When I say.
She truly created a masterpiece.
From a pile of rubble.
And then she gave me ice cream.
I have awesome friends.
Awesome.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
116/366: Brunettes
Blond.
Brunette.
Auburn.
Ombre.
Today the color.
Doesn't matter.
It's all about.
The love.
And when these three.
Are around.
The love...
Is contagious.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
115/366: Entertainment
en·ter·tain·ment/ˌentərˈtānmənt/:
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Tuesday, October 25, 2011
114/366: Babies
A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water log stick will do just fine. A dog doesn't care if your rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he'll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?
- John Grogan
Meet Millie:
Daughter of Jeffrey and Davina.
Sister of Jackson and Memphis.
Hostess.
With the mostest.
- John Grogan
Meet Millie:
Daughter of Jeffrey and Davina.
Sister of Jackson and Memphis.
Hostess.
With the mostest.
Monday, October 24, 2011
113/366: Dirt
The greatest gift of the garden, is the restoration of the five senses.
- Hannah Rion
I couldn't agree more.
In this case.
Sweet potatoes become sweet potato fries.
Which are most excellent.
For the senses.
- Hannah Rion
I couldn't agree more.
In this case.
Sweet potatoes become sweet potato fries.
Which are most excellent.
For the senses.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
112/366: An Image from a Dream
I barely had a chance to sleep last night.
Let alone dream.
A late night.
Coupled with an early morning flight.
Made for sparse and dreamless sleep.
Yet, when I woke.
The world was silent.
The sun came up over the most beautiful.
Lovely fog.
Shades of Pink.
Gold.
Orange.
Red.
It was brilliant.
I felt that I was in a dream.
One of those rare moments.
When you are certain.
You will never see this exact moment again.
As it slips away.
You grasp at the last few seconds.
Trying to sear it to your memory.
So that you won't forget.
Even while doing so.
Knowing.
You will never be able to accurately.
Describe this sight.
Exactly as it was.
Let alone dream.
A late night.
Coupled with an early morning flight.
Made for sparse and dreamless sleep.
Yet, when I woke.
The world was silent.
The sun came up over the most beautiful.
Lovely fog.
Shades of Pink.
Gold.
Orange.
Red.
It was brilliant.
I felt that I was in a dream.
One of those rare moments.
When you are certain.
You will never see this exact moment again.
As it slips away.
You grasp at the last few seconds.
Trying to sear it to your memory.
So that you won't forget.
Even while doing so.
Knowing.
You will never be able to accurately.
Describe this sight.
Exactly as it was.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
111/366: Funny Faces
My little brother got married today!
Here is a shot.
Of the groom.
With my darling husband.
And their funny fisheye faces.
Here is a shot.
Of the groom.
With my darling husband.
And their funny fisheye faces.
Friday, October 21, 2011
110/366: Unexpected Beauty
One of the things I love the most.
About my visiting my Grandparents.
Is my Grandmother's ability.
To add simple.
Beautiful touches.
Where you least expect it.
Like a sprig of dried Sweet Annie.
Grown in the backyard.
Dried in the garage.
Hung fragrant and lovely.
On the back of door.
With an aged clothes pin.
Where you least expect it.
About my visiting my Grandparents.
Is my Grandmother's ability.
To add simple.
Beautiful touches.
Where you least expect it.
Like a sprig of dried Sweet Annie.
Grown in the backyard.
Dried in the garage.
Hung fragrant and lovely.
On the back of door.
With an aged clothes pin.
Where you least expect it.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
109/366: Favorite Movie
There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination.
Living there, you'll be free if you truly wish to be.
- Willy Wonka
Living there, you'll be free if you truly wish to be.
- Willy Wonka
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
108/366: An Artist
Meet Maurice.
A super cool dude.
An amazing photographer.
A friend.
We are fortunate to see.
A couple of times a year.
You.
Can find him here.
Dutchman Photos
I.
Can find him in my living room.
At least for a few more days...
A super cool dude.
An amazing photographer.
A friend.
We are fortunate to see.
A couple of times a year.
You.
Can find him here.
Dutchman Photos
I.
Can find him in my living room.
At least for a few more days...
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
107/366: A Timepiece
My first watch.
Was a dainty Mickey Mouse.
With a narrow brown band.
A gift from my grandparents.
It still works.
Occasionally.
I still wear it.
Was a dainty Mickey Mouse.
With a narrow brown band.
A gift from my grandparents.
It still works.
Occasionally.
I still wear it.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Friday, October 14, 2011
103/366: Opposites - Near and Far
Tonight.
As I was driving home from work.
The most beautiful.
Foggy.
Marine layer rolled in.
I thought to myself.
When I get home.
The hubs and I are going to the beach.
To shoot.
When I pulled in.
To my surprise.
My husband was already outside.
Cameras in hand.
So we went to the beach.
And shot.
Near.
Far.
Some others.
Of a foggy beach.
In the afternoon.
As I was driving home from work.
The most beautiful.
Foggy.
Marine layer rolled in.
I thought to myself.
When I get home.
The hubs and I are going to the beach.
To shoot.
When I pulled in.
To my surprise.
My husband was already outside.
Cameras in hand.
So we went to the beach.
And shot.
Near.
Far.
Some others.
Of a foggy beach.
In the afternoon.
102/366: A Favorite Song
Tonight.
We saw The Foo Fighters.
Best. Show. Ever.
By some divine.
Twist of fate.
The topic I was given for today's blog.
By the random list generator...
A favorite song.
Here is Everlong.
Live...
From L.A.
We saw The Foo Fighters.
Best. Show. Ever.
By some divine.
Twist of fate.
The topic I was given for today's blog.
By the random list generator...
A favorite song.
Here is Everlong.
Live...
From L.A.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
101/366: On My Block
My street.
The flower that poked through the fence.
As a bud.
And finally bloomed.
On my birthday.
The fire hydrant.
That earned me.
My first California parking ticket.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
100/366: Plastic
Growing up.
If there was a big event.
Swim meet.
Vacation.
Road Trip.
Anything.
That required us to wake early.
My Dad would crank up the stereo.
With Janis Joplin.
Cry Baby at 5am.
Immediately followed.
With Piece of My Heart.
Janis and Daddy.
Belting it out.
At the top of their lungs.
By they time they made it.
To Bobby McGee.
I had stopped grumbling.
And was rolling out of bed.
I complained of course.
Who wouldn't?
Yet I always look back.
On those wake up calls.
With a smile.
If there was a big event.
Swim meet.
Vacation.
Road Trip.
Anything.
That required us to wake early.
My Dad would crank up the stereo.
With Janis Joplin.
Cry Baby at 5am.
Immediately followed.
With Piece of My Heart.
Janis and Daddy.
Belting it out.
At the top of their lungs.
By they time they made it.
To Bobby McGee.
I had stopped grumbling.
And was rolling out of bed.
I complained of course.
Who wouldn't?
Yet I always look back.
On those wake up calls.
With a smile.
Monday, October 10, 2011
99/366: Weather
Why is it.
Whenever there is a horrible weather event.
They send some poor guy.
Out to stand.
In the 100 mph winds.
And rain.
In a suit.
To talk about.
How windy and wet.
It is outside.
Whenever there is a horrible weather event.
They send some poor guy.
Out to stand.
In the 100 mph winds.
And rain.
In a suit.
To talk about.
How windy and wet.
It is outside.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
98/366: Wheels
Everytime I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race.
- H.G. Wells
- H.G. Wells
Saturday, October 8, 2011
97/366: Hobbies
I am a girl.
Of many hobbies.
So many.
That we recently gutted.
Our guest room closet.
So that I could better store.
Fabric.
Yarn.
Ribbons.
Notions.
Cameras.
Flashes.
Sewing machines.
Sequins.
Books.
Doo Dads.
Knick Knacks.
Stuff.
We finished it today.
I am.
Over the moon.
With delight.
It might not be much.
To you.
But to me.
It pretty much rocks.
Of many hobbies.
So many.
That we recently gutted.
Our guest room closet.
So that I could better store.
Fabric.
Yarn.
Ribbons.
Notions.
Cameras.
Flashes.
Sewing machines.
Sequins.
Books.
Doo Dads.
Knick Knacks.
Stuff.
We finished it today.
I am.
Over the moon.
With delight.
It might not be much.
To you.
But to me.
It pretty much rocks.
Friday, October 7, 2011
96/366: A Daily Occurrence
At least once a day.
I ask my husband.
My co-workers.
Whoever is in earshot.
No one in general.
Where did my keys go?
Where is my phone?
You would think by now.
I would have figured out.
A better system.
A designated pocket.
In the purse.
The table by the front door.
Something.
Anything.
I will think I finally have it mastered.
A plan in place.
And then.
The next day.
As we are walking out the door.
I will ask my husband.
Honey, have you seen my phone?
I ask my husband.
My co-workers.
Whoever is in earshot.
No one in general.
Where did my keys go?
Where is my phone?
You would think by now.
I would have figured out.
A better system.
A designated pocket.
In the purse.
The table by the front door.
Something.
Anything.
I will think I finally have it mastered.
A plan in place.
And then.
The next day.
As we are walking out the door.
I will ask my husband.
Honey, have you seen my phone?
Thursday, October 6, 2011
95/366: Something Sweet
It always amazes me.
How we intertwine memories.
With other senses.
Tastes.
Sights.
Smells.
Objects.
I have a sweet tooth.
As such, different treats...
Remind me of people.
Places.
Times in my life.
Cowtails remind me of my Grandfather.
Who would stop at the corner store.
On the way home from work.
And come home with the caramel and cream treats.
In his shirt pocket.
Swedish Fish remind me of summers spent.
At the neighborhood pool.
Jell-O cake makes me think of my Mom.
Who always made sure.
That I had a cherry Jell-O cake.
Each year on my birthday.
Ben and Jerry's - College.
When I first discovered the wonderful goodness.
Of Phish Food.
Jelly Belly jelly beans.
Those make me smile.
With thoughts of my husband.
Simply because he loves them.
Earlier this week I traveled for work.
One stop on my travels...
A candy store.
Where I discovered a wall.
Of Jelly Belly's.
Just under a pound of which.
Traveled back to California in my bag.
Happy Husband.
How we intertwine memories.
With other senses.
Tastes.
Sights.
Smells.
Objects.
I have a sweet tooth.
As such, different treats...
Remind me of people.
Places.
Times in my life.
Cowtails remind me of my Grandfather.
Who would stop at the corner store.
On the way home from work.
And come home with the caramel and cream treats.
In his shirt pocket.
Swedish Fish remind me of summers spent.
At the neighborhood pool.
Jell-O cake makes me think of my Mom.
Who always made sure.
That I had a cherry Jell-O cake.
Each year on my birthday.
Ben and Jerry's - College.
When I first discovered the wonderful goodness.
Of Phish Food.
Jelly Belly jelly beans.
Those make me smile.
With thoughts of my husband.
Simply because he loves them.
Earlier this week I traveled for work.
One stop on my travels...
A candy store.
Where I discovered a wall.
Of Jelly Belly's.
Just under a pound of which.
Traveled back to California in my bag.
Happy Husband.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
94/366: Disneyland
It's raining.
Not a night for Disney.
So we improvised.
Snuggled inside.
With wine.
Mickey Ears...
and some Pac Man.
Not a night for Disney.
So we improvised.
Snuggled inside.
With wine.
Mickey Ears...
and some Pac Man.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
92/366: Lightbulbs
I can't stand a naked light bulb, anymore than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.
- Tennessee Williams
- Tennessee Williams
Sunday, October 2, 2011
91/366: Fun
Today I got to do something.
I haven't had a chance to do in years.
A fall road trip.
With my Mom.
What could be.
More fun than that?
I haven't had a chance to do in years.
A fall road trip.
With my Mom.
What could be.
More fun than that?
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