Thanks WordPress for the feature on Freshly Pressed! In a matter of a couple days my humble little blog has reached thousands. I have something like 130 new followers so I wanted to say hello and welcome! Welcome to my world of being photographically insecure and self deprecating (not to be confused with defecating) while occasionally producing some great things.
Lots of love to Bluelyon at The Neophyte Photographer, Chris over at Static Instants, Gail Schechter, Far Enough Photo, ShawnandSuzanne over at The Lost Art of Hitchhiking, knudsens, George Weaver, bettypatsgirl, SkeDazzles, and a couple others I’m sure I’m forgetting that have stuck around and encouraged me. ❤
is much easier said than done. At this point in my photographic journey if I want to go out and take some pictures of this or that, it’s pretty easy.
However, taking pictures to capture something as abstract as an idea or a theme is well… not.
Today’s task was to capture the essence of my town’s small business “Main Street”. Easy, right? Just snap some photos of the street, go in a couple places, capture people doing what they do (obtaining releases… ughhghghgh) and viola! You have ART.
I managed to get one decent one from the set. I have 2 weeks to do better. Time to surf Flickr for inspiration.
Another feature on Static Instants featuring yours truly! Gotta love barbershop music!
I also entered some photos into his monthly photo contest so check it out! If you vote for me I’ll give you a lollipop 😀
Today I visited my grandma at a very nice (like, nicer than my hotel in Boston, nice) rehabilitation facility. Next to the building they have a lovely little farm. As always, having my camera in tow I took some fun shots of some of the resident critters.
And here’s a shot of one of the kindest ladies I’ve ever known. A.k.a. Little Grandma.
Oh, how I wish I made it to the banzais before the baby melted down! Still, there was beauty everywhere, including those I was with and made for some excellent camera fodder.
These are small tiles in the grotto of the children’s garden.
This is how my little guy played in the fountain… by splashing himself in the face!
The living hallway… you know a place is really special when they go to all this trouble to decorate the corridor that holds the bathrooms.
A baby fern
Under the weeping cherry
I thought this hill looked so magical – thanks Lightroom for the ability to edit it how I saw it!
Japanese wisteria born 1975
My beautiful friend and her adorable daughter
Since I left Longwood Gardens with 300 photos in my memory card, I thought I’d break them down a bit.
I am gonna end this set with my very favorite photo. It is how I wish all of these photos turned out. Everything relevant is in focus, it’s beautifully lit, it’s crisp, and beautiful. You get this because you scrolled to the end of the post!
March 5th, 2009 my then 9 month old son was admitted into the hospital for cellulitis on his eyelid. The infection quickly became life threatening because as it turned out his tiny body did not produce the white blood cells to fight off the infection. After ruling out leukemia (that was a long night waiting for those test results) he was diagnosed with autoimmune neutropenia.
Since then he has cumulatively spent months in the hospital including birthdays and holidays. For a year my husband gave him injections at home of GCSF to force his bones to release the precious white blood cells. It made his little bones ache. He endured weekly blood draws and trips to the hospital if he had a fever over 100.4. We would have to put a mask on him for church services during the winter months (he never grew accustomed to that). Every fever could potentially be life threatening; his was an atypical case of the disease and one of the worst his hematologist had seen.
I’m happy to say that after 3 long and trying years my sweet little Jacob is all better! His counts were normal and I have just been beside myself today, going from laughing to crying and back again.
If you take anything away from this post I hope it’s this: If you know someone who is going through something like this with their child, give them extra love. They may look like they’re holding it together on the outside but on the inside they hurt… badly. Offer to watch their other kids or their pets while they’re in the hospital. Visit them, bring them a home cooked meal. Listen. Pray for them. Cry with them. Love them some more.