The topic of last week’s photography challenge is foreshadow
When your little guy’s normal temperature is 97.6 a reading of 100.3 is not good.
I foresee a long night ahead for this Mama and her ten-month old boy.
Happy Shooting
The topic of last week’s photography challenge is foreshadow
When your little guy’s normal temperature is 97.6 a reading of 100.3 is not good.
I foresee a long night ahead for this Mama and her ten-month old boy.
Happy Shooting
I have always been a bit overly empathetic.
But Motherhood has amplified this characterization. And it has also made me project everything on to my children.
It doesn’t matter what horrible thing I see in the news or on TV, I then fear it will happen to my boys.
At times, the fear, is almost too much to handle. I have to forcibly calm it down, or we would never leave the house! I do manage to keep this craziness in check.
Typically I don’t remember my dreams. And I don’t have nightmares. I do sometimes, although rarely, have deeply emotional dreams, that leave me feeling very sad upon waking.
Since becoming a mother, when I have these types of dreams they involve my kids.
This morning in the minutes between hitting the snooze button I was having one of these dreams.
It was a very sad dream about my child, although it was not about Ian or Sid. It was my child, in the way that dreams are. I can’t tell you what happened, but when the alarm went off for the third time, I really wanted the dream to end. But at the same time I didn’t ever want it to end, because that would mean the loss of this child.
Dreams are weird.
This dream made me want to rush into the boys rooms and give them giant hugs and never let them go.
But since they were still sleeping, I decided to get ready for work.
So today I just want to take a minute to appreciate my children.
Happy parenting
This weeks photography challenge is the Golden Hour.
The golden hour is defined as the first and last hours of the day. This is because of the quality of light, and its effects on what you are photographing.
I have lots and lots of sunset pictures. When we lived in central Oregon we would see glorious sunsets on a daily basis. The Oregon Coast offers magnificent sunsets.
But I didn’t want to go that route. I wanted a new picture.
On Saturday we went to a friend’s house, they live on a Christmas tree farm, so there are lots and lots of land around them and I made sure to bring my camera. The big boys were paying with our friend’s bow and arrows, so of course Ian wanted to play too.
I love Ian’s expression after shooting the arrow. He was so excited!
They were shot at 7:38pm (sunset was 8:57 pm, so they were a little outside the golden hour, but close enough for me):
1/100 sec
f 5.7
400 ISO
55.0 mm focal length
I did not do anything to the pictures in Photoshop, but I think they could use a little adjustment. The pictures needed a little more light. But that’s how it is with kids, they decide to do something and you have no time to test the light before they are done.
I also had to include one of some plant life.
It was shot at 7:40 pm at 1/85 sec, f 5.7, 200 ISO, 55.0 mm focal length
Happy Shooting
Last Friday I saw this weeks photo challenge and was really excited. But in order to participate I had to pull out my hard drive and dig in to my archives for a picture.
I love animals. We had cats growing up, but due to my mom’s pet dander allergy, they lived outside. But I always wanted a dog.
When I was in high school I was kinda obsessed about dogs. Finally my husband (well, he wasn’t my husband then) and I decided to get a dog.
It was the fall of 1997.
I wanted a rottweiler or a lab, but he wanted to look at a pitt-lab mix. His boss had one and it was such a great a dog that Hubby wanted to see about getting one.
I wasn’t sold on the idea.
Until this dog came and sat on my foot, put his head on my knee and looked me in the eye.
I started to tear up and said “This one. We will take this one.”
He was my companion, my friend, my pillow, my heater. He was my dog.
I miss him. Man, do I miss him.
I had always thought I would always want a dog. But after Blitz was gone I realized I would only want this dog.
We have another dog, not to replace him; we got her when he was about seven or so. I love her, I do, it’s just not the same.
I don’t think I will ever love a dog, like I loved him.
Happy Shooting