What could be grander than sunrise and sunset?
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I am happy to say that I have finally finished editing the images for my very first family shoot. Oh I struggled with these because I had to fix mistakes that I’d made “in the field.” I pray that my endless hours of editing have taught me to pay closer attention to detail when I am behind the camera. (How many times have I read that advice in books, tutorials, and photo blogs?)
This family was absolutely delightful to work with, by the way.
Here’s a link to my photo blog for the rest of the pictures.
It’s a quarter moon in a ten cent town
Time for me to lay my heartaches down…
I borrowed my son’s 2X extender to capture tonight’s first quarter moon. He may or may not get it back.
Quote from “Easy From Now On” written by Susana Clark and soulfully performed by Emmylou Harris.
This week, I started watching Breaking Bad and I’m hooked. I’m still in the first season. It appears that there are six seasons… I wonder how this guy with end-stage lung cancer can last through six seasons.
Larger than that, I wonder what it says about me, that at 63, I enjoy watching edgy TV shows with sex & violence. I am confident that my mother did not watch this type of program when she was in her early 60s.
This leads me to the real issue. Is it rational for a 63 years old white single woman to enjoy edgy, sometimes violent, sometimes racy programs? I was raised in white-milk, mid-western rural America, born in the seemingly pure Eisenhower era, enlightened by the Kennedy Camelot myth, invigorated by Johnson’s War on Poverty (oh I planned to go into Appalachian mountains to help the poor but I couldn’t afford it), disillusioned by Nixon’s war and Watergate. Jimmy Carter gave me hope. (He was elected on my 26th birthday…I was a reporter then, spent my birthday with the all-night election coverage…I was on the top of the world.) I gave birth to two sons and Reagan offered the possibility that they would grow up in a fiscally responsible country in a sane world.
And then, it seems as if the entire country and world shattered …… a fine crystal wine glass falling to the tile floor, shattering into a million pieces, beautiful and horrid.
And now, at 63, I work with teens (some of them with foul mouths and angry attitudes), I babysit my beautiful and innocent granddaughters (who, I pray, will not watch the same TV I do), and I take pictures.
And I watch edgy television programs.
(Update: I wrote this post on November 26. Today is December 11; I am now into the fourth season of Breaking Bad. This series has become my social life…how sad is that?)
Frustrated with my lack of success with last night’s Full Moon, I went out tonight to capture the Waxing Gibbous Moon, which I actually prefer to shoot because the craters become more visible as the moon leaves its full moon stage. [According to the Farmer's Almanac, November's Full Moon is traditionally known as the Beaver Moon because it was the time to set traps before the waters froze over. It was also called the Full Frost Moon.]
I am glad that I went out tonight to try to lasso the moon because, while waiting for the moon to rise, I found some pretty cool reflections in the pond and some interesting contrast of light and shadow.
I haven’t posted shots of my favorite model recently; now her little sister joins her and I have two favorites.
For the first two, I was practicing off-camera flash.
The leather couch reflected the light horribly, so I added a sheet as backdrop.
Just for fun, the night-before-full-moon. Did you know it’s known as the Beaver Moon?