Every week my youngest child takes gymnastics, and during that hour I've decided to walk the levee with my dog. Tonight after the skies opened with heavy rain, I was car bound. With a camera on hand and a love for luscious rain moods, I had fun with the wet palette of light and colors.
Appreciating what I see today while digging deep into the archives to locate my earliest photography.
Welcome to Timeline Photos. A few years back I started peeking around my archives in search of some of the first photographs I had taken. Here records my quest into better understanding my long term love of camera and experiencing the world with it in hand. All photos appear in chronological order hopefully revealing an evolution of how I see and what moves me to speak with light.
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(Photo credit Phil Monahan of Orvis)
Monday, February 25, 2013
With an hour in the rain
Every week my youngest child takes gymnastics, and during that hour I've decided to walk the levee with my dog. Tonight after the skies opened with heavy rain, I was car bound. With a camera on hand and a love for luscious rain moods, I had fun with the wet palette of light and colors.
Friday, February 15, 2013
Screen porch of memories
2.18.13:
I stumbled upon my childhood last week when spotting this screen porch during a walk. In this are the summer evenings of my parents and neighbors gathering with their lawn chairs around a citronella candle while I ran around catching fireflies with my little brother and friends. I had a rocking horse just like this one, and we swore its springs would neigh at us as we bounced it to its limits. Screens on our doors and windows would hold raindrops or the water my grandfather used to wash their dirt away. I loved running my fingers across the wetness creating shapes and trails.
Being away from my birthplace, my family and the familiar, missing my dear father who passed away in August of 2011 more than usual lately, I really welcome these reminders and heart comforts. I think that we're more open to these gifts just when we need them most.
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