The Starlight Express As it prepared for its final leap toward home, a few loose star patterns spilled to the ground. Come spring, the townspeople would marvel at the new growth there; so lush, so vibrant in just this one spot. The train began to rev; in a few short moments it would vanish, as…
She stopped at the entrance and grimaced. Ice. Her least favorite element. She took a deep breath and prepared to kick her way in. Wouldn’t be the first time. No matter what the townsfolk blathered on about, she knew for a fact that she wasn’t a queen, an ancient kingdom did not await, the ice…
Perfectionism and Rejection Wow, I just named this post in a way loftier manner than perhaps this photo warrants. Then again, it helps make my point. Which is… “Perfectionism” is a slippery slope when it comes to both Art… and Life. Dictionary dot come defines perfectionism this way: “a personal standard, attitude, or philosophy that…
Decisions, Decisions I love post-processing photos. Since my approach to photography means creating my own vision or “take” on what I see, I have no problem processing a photo in dramatic directions and find it all incredibly satisfying. I was raised in an artistic family, so I guess that just got baked into me. By…
Envisioning a New Year I’m excited about 2014. I also think words, numbers, the vision we hold, the thoughts we think, the attitude and stance we choose to take are ALL factors in the reality selection we experience. It’s certainly proven to be true for me. So, this is interesting to think about as I…
Avoiding Bonsai Rock: “all that” or merely insecure? Bonsai Rock on Lake Tahoe, Nevada side is an icon. An endless stream of photographers has been to this spot to shoot this very rock it seems; its wee stunted pine trees doing their mightiest to grow out of a crack in the granite. Just do a…
Sunsets always make me think of a simple thing my mother used to say ALOT: “My cup runneth over.” She was blessed in life and she knew it. Perhaps you have to live through enough in life to really appreciate the depth of that sentiment. Apparently I’ve crossed that invisible line, because every day now,…