Lagoonia Reflections I named this “Lagoonia”. Ha! So silly. It means “the land of The Lagoon”, which I also made that up. But I like it. I tend to like reflection photos… they always calm me. I don’t know what the brain actually does when it sees a mirrored image, but whatever it is must…
Deciding What, Why & How I like “old building, new growth” juxtapositions. I especially love it when the old building says “Posted, No Trespassing”. It’s just so quaint and presumptuous. Oh, I know it’s a modern sign meant for modern, rude humans… but as a captured moment, the combination makes me giggle. In this photo,…
Me ‘n Barns I have a thing for old barns. They speak to me of my childhood… and of the old West, where I might have loved living. Except for the bathroom situation. Wouldn’t have loved that, no. In fact… ix-nay on the athroom-bay deal! I’ll stay where I am. 😉 But I digress. This…
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…
Hello, Bryce Canyon The hubs and my recent trip to the Southwest started with the national parks closing a few days before we left. GAH! We came up with an alternate plan… then a couple days before returning home, the parks opened again! YAY! We were within a few hours of Bryce Canyon, so we…
Shhhh, not a word. The forest is thinking. I love perspective, leading lines and journeys. I love light that changes and makes you feel like something special is happening. I love trees that think. Although, I’m quite sure it’s not the same as people thinking. Hence, I cannot resist a moment like this… much less…
I’ve been on a bit of a roll lately, on the art-meets-inner-life department. It kind of all started with textures, which I’ve been playing with over the past several months. I love the look of old paintings… the textures, the life, the stories contained within each crack and mysterious tactile anomaly. To me, there’s something…