it's been a while ...

... since I properly pimped out a tree shot. I'll try to resist the impulse to call this "tree porn".

f/8.0, 1/100 sec., 50 mm, ISO-400

don't cha ... wish your gf was hot like me?

This time the camera was in the the hands of my daughter, anamericangod. She's got some skillz. Not to mention how incredibly cute her subject is.

where the wood fairies live?

f/8.0, 1/25 sec., 32 mm, ISO-800

beloved

f/5.0, 1/100 sec., 100 mm, ISO-640

a delicate bond

f/5.6, 1/500 sec., 100 mm, ISO-400

a sacred trust

Elvis has left the building

don't go chasing waterfalls

f/7.1, 1/40 sec., 100 mm, ISO-800

of pink and bokeh

I can see beauty

As I sit with my sadness

And let love hold me


f/5.6, 1/1600 sec., 50 mm, ISO-400

me & my aura

Photo credit goes to my son, shamedmonkey. Photo pimping credit goes to me. :)


f/2.8, 1/40 sec., 50 mm, ISO-800

Extra: Sky Porn

Like Scrivener, I too will offer a meme: post your best sky porn!

A Series in Green

Buttercup Mash-up

Challenged by Scrivener's meme, I created this mash-up of one of my buttercup shots from yesterday and Sandie's shot from a few days ago.

Long Promised Road

So hard to answer future's riddle
When ahead is seeming so far behind
So hard to laugh a child-like giggle
When the tears start to torture my mind
So hard to shed the life of before
To let my soul automatically soar

...

Long promised road
Trail starts at dawn
Carries on to the season's ending
Long promised road
Flows to the source, gentle force, never ending, never ending

-- The Beach Boys

f/1.4, 1/125 sec., 50 mm, ISO-400

Walkers with the Dawn

Being walkers with the dawn and morning,
Walkers with the sun and morning,
We are not afraid of night,
Nor days of gloom,
Nor darkness--
Being walkers with the sun and morning.

Langston Hughes

f/2.8, 1/800 sec., 100 mm, ISO-400

It's never too late to have a happy childhood. ~Berke Breathed

dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

-- Leonard Cohen

More Rain

This is from yesterday, after days of rain. Today the sun is shining and the weather is just about as perfect it gets.

Memorial

Today is my Mom's birthday. She would have been sixty-five years old. Even that seems young to me now. But younger still was the forty-two years she was when I had to say goodbye to her.

My wistfulness this morning was met by the sound of rain. As I listened to the sounds and thought of my mom, I got the idea to go get some silk flowers and put them along the fence in the woods near my house. The little corner wood on the edge of suburbia is a place that I like to go to explore and wander and take pictures.





My mom would have understood why I love the fence and all its rust and vines and captured leaves.

It was a perfect way to remember.

Butterfly Garden

Yes, I did have fun with that macro lens! So now, I'll have to subject you, my willing, or unwilling audience, to way too many flower and butterfly shots. :)