A great photograph is one that fully expresses what one feels, in the deepest sense, about what is being photographed. - Ansel Adams

Saturday, August 28, 2010

practice of patience



























These lovely boxes arrived yesterday.  Unfortunately  I won't be able to use them until later in the week.  *sad face*  For now I will just admire them sitting on my desk and look forward to becoming great friends.

"It felt so secluded and intimate with the sun starting to set."

Thursday, August 26, 2010

my chunkash



"I love when you laugh."
"Oh yeah? It still takes me by surprise."

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

upcoming photo shoots.

  • family sessions
  •  powwow and native american culture photography {anyone who knows me knows how excited I am about this}
  •  newborn and infant shoots
  •  band and concert photography
  • family tree sessions
  •  pumpkin patch & autumn festival shoots
"and I am a writer, writer of fictions.  i am the heart that you call home."

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

i think our eyelashes froze. we didn't care.


















"Then the snow started falling.  We were stuck out in your car.  You were rubbing both my hands."

Saturday, August 14, 2010

adventures in snakes and ticks


 




























"i have this planet of regret sitting on my shoulders"

Friday, August 13, 2010

i have a few of my own I want some day.

                         baby michael
                                august 4

































































"It's only the air you took and the breath you left"

Sunday, August 8, 2010

only love is all maroon

1.  Falling in love.
2.  Laughing so hard your face hurts.
8.  Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
9.  Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
14.  A bubble bath.
15.  Giggling.
20.  Midnight phone calls that last for hours.
21.  Running through sprinklers.
23.  Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.
24.  Laughing at an inside joke.
26.  Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.
31.  Having someone play with your hair.
35.  Swinging on swings.
36.  Wrapping Christmas presents under the Christmas tree.
41.  Someone making you chocolate chip cookies. 

"There is no measuring how this makes me feel."

Friday, August 6, 2010

this one.


















She knows.

Okay, this post really has nothing to do with this mutt.  But everything to do with the fact that I am now the proud owner of www.FallGirlPhotography.com.  I have no idea what I am going to do with this website, if anything, but I am going to try to find time to play around with it this weekend. 

"It's a knowing smile of someone that knows things I don't and feels things I can't sense, always."

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

trip.



"And you love me, and you're smiling."

Sunday, August 1, 2010

homemade, homegrown.

I made Indian Tacos.























They were tasty but the best part was my homemade, homegrown salsa.  YUM.  Tomatoes, jalapenos and cilantro fresh from the garden.  I may never buy salsa from the store again.













"Then let the river in.  We might drift away but we'll find our way again."

Thursday, July 29, 2010

What I've been reading/read lately...


















"He held her hand like it was a mystery"

Finding Pieces

Found one on a summer night with the windows rolled down and Hip Hop Nation vibrating the seats.













“If only. Those must be the two saddest words in the world."

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Love

Borrowed from Wikipedia...

Eros (ἔρως érōs) (from the Greek deity Eros) is passionate love, with sensual desire and longing. The Greek word erota means in love. Plato refined his own definition. Although eros is initially felt for a person, with contemplation it becomes an appreciation of the beauty within that person, or even becomes appreciation of beauty itself. Eros helps the soul recall knowledge of beauty and contributes to an understanding of spiritual truth. Lovers and philosophers are all inspired to seek truth by eros. Some translations list it as "love of the body."

"And you were shoveling snow from the walk in front of our house. And I was the snow, I was the snow. And everywhere it landed and everywhere it covered."

Thursday, July 22, 2010

{memories}

It seems like every day for the last couple of months I have had a flash of an old memory sitting outside the Stillwater Post Office listening to Nora Jones.  I am not sure there is any significant reason for this strong memory but it is a good one and I will keep it.

"Désolé mais j'ai raté vous."