I invite you to swing over to my friend Christine’s blog, Quasi Agitato, to read my guest post entitled #Heaven in which I get to chat a bit about my #love of #Instagram and my favorite #s … Be sure to read some of her posts; absolutely brilliant!
By the way – I haven’t posted on here in a while. Sorry! That damn thing called “work” is getting in the way of so much fun stuff! Stay tuned though, I’ve got some edits I’m working on and lots of thoughts I’m ready to share.
Yesterday was a gorgeous day. Paul and I spent the entire day outside, walking the boardwalk (and me hoping for some good people watching!), going to the park, having ice cream, and checking out one of our favorite marinas. Seems the parking lot serves as their dry dock during off season. Odd. Can’t wait for the weather to warm up and get out on the water…
I have one tiny dolphin tattoo; my sisters and I share the “same one.” My dad drew the picture and we went together to all get the same design. Kind of a sister bonding thing. Well fast forward 20-ish years later and I am now semi-covered in ink. Each piece tells a particular, often poignent story. My friends Sean Rhodes and Kris Dilworth of Tough Luck Tattoo have been the ones to put my stories into image across the landscape of my body. (Oh click on a pic to see it larger!). Peace & happy tattooing!
On my way out of the Hotel Rodney in downtown Lewes, Delaware the other day, I walked by these flowers planted along the base of the mirror in the hall. They were so pretty. And I liked the continuous reflection of the flowers in the mirror. Post processing was tough only because there were so many enhancements I liked, finally I decided on this…
I just love this cow – well he’s not a cow he’s a bull. And he lives at a local market. He is sweet and gentle. I think he could use more space to roam but he gets plenty of visitors, giving him lots of head scratching and is well cared for. Each day I drive by this market and a couple of local dairy and livestock farms. I think of this sweet guy and all those gentle creatures. So I have given up on eating beef (or lamb for that matter!). I am not a “vegetarian” but I just can’t get this face out of my head.
My mother has become quite the walker. She and that dog walk a lot. They’re a pair those two. They’ve been good for each other. Sophie the shelter dog, needing a home and someone to love her; my Mom, the rescuer, needing someone else to care for… the work.
So each day they walk and walk. And on that journey they pass this tree. Mom mentioned it to me often, asking me to take pictures. I wasn’t too sure what to expect: something pretty? Something gnarly (not really Mom’s style). But knowing she’s got a sense of things, I thought it worth a glance. And to be quite honest – I’d take pictures of a pile of poop if that’s what my Mom wanted. There’s really nothing I would not do for her.
I see a face caught in a moment of expression. What do you see in Mom’s Tree?
Paul and I hit Herring Point the other day – where the boys were surfing our big waves, well big for Delaware. The surf was awesome! Thankfully Paul was there to help me: between one useful arm, my camera, and the slippery stones Paul’s hand was welcome in mine even more than usual. Well here are the shots… just a little bit of post processing. I like that old school feeling to these images. The guys had fun and I had fun taking these. Really makes me want to get back in the water. Not sure if I’ll surf again with this shoulder biz but I’d be happy to don a suit and a waterproof housing and shoot… ENJOY! Peace people