Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Smoky Sunset
was definitely compromised today. It makes for a beautiful sunset, though.
I'm sure you get tired of it. I never do. Obviously.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Moths
I found something harder to photograph than the hummingbirds....
these were the only two worth sharing.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Red & White Dahlias
Implode
This is Implode. He's a baby quail. He's what happens to you when you have too much stress in your life. I like to keep him around, just to remind me.
When you take a quail out of the mold, you turn it inside out. When you put the mold back together, sometimes the rubber mold doesn't get turned all the way back the way it should. If you don't notice and put the fiberglass shell on, you can't tell that anythings wrong.
Until you pour it and take it out again. Then you get another Implode. Scott used to use them for scraps. Now he saves them for me. {grin}
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
September 11, 2009
First of all, today is my brother's birthday. Happy Birthday, Todd!
This has been a rough week. First, our 9 year old cat dies under violent and suspicious circumstances. Then one of our kids, who has been on the wrong path for months, ends up in jail, charged with a serious crime.
Lots of reasons to lose hope.
But then a day like today comes around and I realize how much I still have to be thankful for. And I am: Really, truly thankful.
Here's to better days ahead.
Leis
I came home from work with a sinus headache. After going to the doctor for medicine, I slept most of the afternoon and evening. At 9pm, I realized I hadn't taken my photo for the day. It was dark - any outside photo was out of the question. I hate using flash indoors - it makes everything so harsh. So I took this photo (without flash) of a lei against my bedroom wall.
This is straight out of the camera. I like the softness of the picture but the colors are all wrong. The lei is a cool purple, the walls are a cool green. My plan last night was to simply post this picture. This afternoon, after again sleeping away most of the day with this annoying headache, I decided to see what Photoshop Elements could do.
This is after running Smart Fix. It's better. It still has that softness I like, and the colors are a little better, but they're still not right.
This is after running Smart Fix and Levels.
The colors are even better and it's still got that softness.
This is after running Smart Fix and Levels.
The colors are even better and it's still got that softness.
This is after running Smart Fix, Levels and Color Correction. This is probably the closest to the actual colors, although the wall looks pretty washed out and the flowers still aren't the true cool purple, but something happened between the last picture and this one that destroyed that sense of softness. So if I had to pick one, I'd pick Smart Fix & Levels.
And this time I didn't waste 2 hours. [grin]
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
St. Francis of Assisi
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Funeral for a Friend
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the star shine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the star shine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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