It was really rather chilly at the beach the day before yesterday, but absolutely gorgeous despite the fact. And sunny . . ., hence the mega shadow of the sea urchins shell on the sand. But I like its shadow to be honest, the effect sat well with me. Phew! Because had it not, it would have been back to the old drawing board for me. ;) I added a drop shadow here to my image, along with a dark grey frame.
Thanking the lovely Kim Klassen for teaching me so many wonderful things. And in case you didn't know, she has a new workshop starting the third week of April for those of you who might be interested in signing up for it. She is an amazing artist and teacher. Check her out here, if you feel so inclined. http://www.beyondlayers.net/
Yes..... I took this photo with my iPhone. And while I know there are many of you who would not consider this type of thing "photography" (and maybe I am one of them), it is what it is and I did take it using my phone.... and.... I liked it. It's abstract and sort of retro in feel, and can you make out the blue beach cruiser bicycle in the photo? I just happened to be parked right outside my favorite candy store in the whole wide world - they sell GIANT SMARTIES, when I took this photo this afternoon, and then I had Burger Lounge! I haven't had a burger in a looooong time, I'm trying to be good, that's because I watched a couple of food documentaries not too long ago and they freaked me out, so . . . it's been black beans and spelt tortillas for me ever since. But today, I had a burger. A grass fed burger, mind you, so it's not that bad. Mmmm... So good!
It has really been a beautiful day here. I'm loving the rain and carefree Sunday feeling. Oh, and my purple Smarties too. ;)
Mmmm... And there you have it. The ONE thing that can make or break me, depending on what mood I'm in. That is to say, if I'm trying to behave myself and I happen across one of these lovely, luscious, frosted with sprinkly things all over it cakey goodness of wonders, then I'm screwed helpless. On the other hand, if I'm in the mood for something wonderfully sweet, lovely, luscious, frosted, and incredibly delicious, then I'm IN GOOD HANDS here with one of these on my plate!! Cupcakes are my weakness. They are my own personal kryptonite and I have never been known to say no to one. I only ever say YES, YES, YES!! With extra frosting, please. ;)
Thanking the lovely Xanthe who teamed up with our lovely Kim Klassen for this weeks assignment in COLOR. Today's assignment was "Rainbow of Colour".
And now I get to eat ALL these lovely little sprinkly colors! Yippee!!
The stem? Well, believe me when I tell you I did erase the texture off it, it just happens to be a little on the greener side, instead of the brown side. I thought it looked odd to be honest, but then again maybe I am just being too picky in my processing (aren't we all, huh?).
Happy Friday, you guys!
I hope you have a wonderful day and fabulous weekend. :)
I'm sure you know the feeling. It starts in the pit of your stomach then slowly moves its way up into the mind, where it sticks and stews there for awhile.
I hate the feeling, truly.
I think regret comes only after mistakes have been made, but then again, if it weren't for the mistakes we make, how would we ever really learn anything in life. Right? So, maybe regret isn't such a bad thing after all, nor the mistakes made that brought us to the feelings of regret. You think? I am beginning to think so myself.
According to the dictionary, the definition of regret reads "to feel sorrow or remorse for (an act, fault, disappointment, etc.): He no sooner spoke than he regretted it.
Well, I can relate to the definition above, and how.
However, I am looking at things a little differently than I have in the past, whereas I would almost certainly beat myself up for having made a mistake that would inevitably lead me to feelings of regret.
I now see no reason for that. I am human. I make mistakes. I have some regrets. But all in all I'm just like everyone else in that regard. Why beat myself up over it?
Still . . . that uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach does continue to linger a bit for now. Key words; "for now".
How do you deal with regret? I ask because I am sincerely interested knowing.
I don't know if its their colors or the headdress or perhaps both that make these birds look so royal, but whatever the case may be, they strike me as royalty. This guy in particular wanted his photograph taken because he walked right over to me, looked me straight in the eye, then turned to pose for the camera. It made my older son a little nervous at first, he didn't trust the bird at all, but I obliged this guy and snapped his photo all the same. I then thanked him kindly for the photograph and stepped away slowly . . . LOL ;) It was a pretty sweet deal when you consider Thursday's prompt for Kim Klassen's Beyond Layers workshop is "Blue". Well, my guy here has got plenty of blue going on! Right? Right!
Thanking the lovely Peacock in blue for his generosity and wonderful posing for Thursday's assignment, all about the color BLUE.
I know I've told the story before, probably a hundred times at least, but I can't help it, and I never get tired of telling it because it's a good story. My beautiful Sean came into the world today, seventeen years ago. He was born just two hours and seven minutes into the sign of Aries, but he's definitely a Pisces soul, as I rarely see any Aries in him at all. His due date was on the 17th of March, St. Patrick's Day, but he didn't bother to show up until the first day of Spring (or at least it was the first day of Spring that year), and even though it bounces around from year to year, I call this big man of mine my Spring baby. And I gave him an Irish name, in honor of his due date.
Coming into the world proved to be a difficult task for Sean. He was overdue by four days and on top of that was a big baby (10 lbs. 7 ounces). I labored for a good solid two days with him, then was given Pitocin to help speed up the delivery process. Once he was born, though, I noticed something not quite right, it was something I could not put my finger on, but I could not rest because of it and, as a result of my restlessness, kept asking the nurses in the maternity ward to check him to see if he was all right. I was told several times he was, and yet... I knew he wasn't. It was instinctual. You think you've no idea how to be a mom, you think you will not know what to do once they arrive, but you do know. It is inside you, it is there, and you know. Not about to give up, I asked for the head nurse to come and check on Sean for me, and it's a good thing I did because she discovered all was not well with my baby - and it was the scariest moment of my life and remains so to this day, when I saw the look on her face after she listened to Sean's heart through her stethoscope. From that point on, things became a sort of slow motion blur for me. Having had Sean in a hospital that didn't have an NICU (never again), he was quickly hooked up to wires and heart monitors and soon afterwards transferred to another hospital that did have the proper facilities and equipment to treat him. I will never forget the space aged looking incubator they put him into to transport him, via ambulance, or the polaroid photographs the nurse who came to retrieve him took of him, then handed to me just before he left with my baby. The thought of those photographs to this day send chills through my body. I knew what they were for, they were a "just in case" sort of thing, a just in case my baby didn't survive - then at least I would have photographs of him while he was still alive. It wasn't very encouraging. And I still cry to this day whenever I tell Sean's story.
There is no man on the earth more amazing and important to me than Dr. Tong. He is the reason Sean lived. The reason my baby is now turning another year older. Thank God for Dr. Tong. I do. Always.
Sean had to be defibrillated three times in order to get his little heart to beat the normal amount of beats per minute, because as it stood before Dr. Tong intervened, Sean's heart was beating in excess of two hundred fifty beats per minute, and his lungs were filling up with fluid, slowly drowning him.
He was placed in NICU amongst all the tiniest of babies there, a huge baby himself, but a very sick one indeed. It was touch and go for the first twenty four hours, but after that my big man decided he could do it and he began the journey back to health. I remember he had small burn marks on his little chest, from the defibrillator, which made everyone feel badly for him, everyone but me. I instead marveled over the marks, touched them and traced them with my finger tips, and thanked God for them, for they were part of the reason my child survived. And he did survive. Thankfully so.
Six days later I got to bring my baby home. Seventeen years later I get to tell his story again, and cry, and thank Dr. Tong, and God, for blessing me with such a beautiful child. I am so thankful.
Sean, thank you for choosing me as your mom this time around. Thank you for trusting me with your gorgeous soul. You are so beautiful. I love you with every beat of my heart, my beautiful big man.
Did you know the symbolic meaning of the calla lily is magnificent beauty? Makes sense to me, for these flowers are absolutely stunning. That said, they aren't exactly the easiest to photograph. Sheash . . . !!! Ha hah... But it was worth the time spent.
Happy Friday, everyone. :) Enjoy the weekend ahead and be safe tomorrow - it's Saint Patrick's Day. It just so happens my oldest sons due date was on St. Patrick's Day, of course he didn't come on that day, he waited instead until the first day of Spring to make his grand entrance. But I named him Sean in honor of his four leaf clover due date despite the fact. ;)
Our assignment was to take a photo and convert it to black and white. I did this via PSE9, using the Portrait option, then bumped up the contrast a bit until I got something I liked. I then used Kim's texture Aurora at Multiply around 42% opacity, then added another layer of Aurora at Soft Light 100% opacity.
I didn't play around with the Hue/Saturation at all, which of course would have made the photo appear to be more black and white in tone had I done so, because I really liked the sepia effect I got once I applied Kim's Aurora texture, so decided to leave it this way on purpose.
Thanks, Kim! I enjoyed this weeks assignment a lot. :)
I should be in bed sleeping, but instead I am awake practicing taking photographs using my scanner. (Sorry about all the black background images these days, I will be trying other colored backgrounds once I get the black down pat.) But there is something about night time that brings a strong rush of creativity into my being. I can literally feel it pulsing through my veins. Ideas just seem to flow easily and effortlessly this time of night. I can picture things more clearly (no pun intended), and express myself in ways that feel more natural to me than any other time of day. I know a lot of people are "night owls" and, like me, find their creativity flows best to them during the latter dark hours of the day, but I wonder if they have as much trouble getting up in the mornings because of it as I do? LOL . . . ;)
Well, just when I thought I'd made a pretty clean escape from blog land for awhile, think again . . .
Found an email from a certain Kim Klassen (of whom we all love and want to hug tightly as can be, because she rocks!), with a wonderful, thought provoking quote (here we go with the quotes again, they just keep bombarding me these days, no matter where I go) in it, and . . . well . . . there you have it. That's all it took. Thanks, Kim and bless you a hundred times over for it.
So, this weeks assignment is to take a color image and convert it into a black and white image. Here is my attempt at doing that. This photo, though, wasn't taken with my camera. Instead I used my scanner to capture the image you see above. I then used PSE9 (yes, I have PS5 but it still scares me, so I putz around in PSE9 still) to covert the image above into a black & white one. I simply used the Urban/Snapshot conversion choice and played around with the sliders a bit until I got something I liked. Viola! That's it.
I am looking forward to learning more about black & white conversion from Kim this week and, as always, am looking forward to seeing what all of you have been up to with your black & white conversions!
I hope this note finds you all feeling happy and well and loving where you're at in both your personal and creative lives at this point in time. A good space. That's what I wish for you all.
A couple of weeks ago I was given an assignment to write ten truths about myself, for a photography workshop I am currently taking online. It's a year long workshop with Kim Klassen at Beyond Layers - and it is a fabulous workshop for those of you who have yet to hear about Kim and the amazing workshops she teaches. She is a brilliant woman, talented artist, and lovely soul. You can check her out if you feel so inclined to right here: http://www.beyondlayers.net/
Okay, so now back to the assignment we were given to work on. 10 Truths about Myself. I have to tell you in all honesty that I sat down to work on this assignment half-heartedly, then began to write rather flippantly about my truths. I really wanted to keep things airy in a sense. That is to say, I wanted to express some truths about myself, but also keep everything tidy, polite, light, and fun in whole the process of doing so. I was truthful, yes, but I didn't go very deep.
So, I want to do that now. I want to share my deeper truths with you (which I believe was the general idea in the first place) and then I am going to go ahead and ask that you not comment on anything I've written and, thank you for that. I had planned on disabling comments, but for some reason wasn't given the option in which to do so here at eBlogger. I don't understand why that is, but it is not an option. And the reason for my not wanting any comments is really very simple, for I am not writing this to make myself feel better, and your comments are always so nice and always make me feel better, for which I appreciate very much. But there is an underlying deeper meaning and message I am hoping to send out into the Universe for the writing here. It is very personal, and I hope in some way will bring healing. I just hope I can articulate well enough using my words to express what my heart wishes for me to get across somehow.
I imagine in time when the storms have passed I will be back to blogging again, and a part of me looks forward to that day, but right now my muse has gone off on hiatus and my heart just isn't in this anymore.
I will still visit you and your amazing blogs from time to time, because I love your work and love celebrating you and your truths.
Take good care and thanks everyone.
See you around,
10 Truths about Myself
1. I sometimes say things I don't really mean, and this occurs most often whenever I am feeling stressed, tired, under the weather, what-have-you (no excuse, I know), but there seems to be a pattern here regarding this sort of behavior on my part. And whenever this does happen, I sometimes really end up hurting those I care for, and have even lost a friendship or two because of it in the past, which has ended up breaking my heart in several places. I love my friends, I feel that we each have individually connected with each other for a reason - there are no coincidences. So, to know that I have caused a disconnect from someone of whom I cared for, and of whom also cared for me, makes me feel awful inside. I truly mourn this kind of loss with all my heart.
2. I cannot control everything. I have tried, and whenever I have tried, it has never worked out so hot for me. I can only control myself. And sometimes (re-read Truth #1), I blow it there as well.
3. I am not perfect. I have tried to be, but again, whenever I have tried, it has never worked out so hot for me, either. I make mistakes. Huge ones sometimes, small ones at other times -- and I have been known to beat myself up for having made the bigger guys on occasion. People tell me this all the time, they have said to me, "Angie, you are far too hard on yourself." And I am hard on myself. But in my defense, I think this is because I really can see where I've gone wrong in some situations.
4. I am over Facebook. Just today I disabled mine, well, one of them anyway. I have two. Ugh... There was one that I've always used for my personal family and friends, and then another one I used for photography stuff, that I never visit anymore and rarely ever used to begin with. It is the latter account I cannot remember the login or password to get into, so am currently unable to disable it at this point in time. You see awhile back I changed email addresses and apparently came up with a doozy of a password for the photography one, because I cannot remember it for the life of me. But the point is, I've been wanting to get rid of my personal Facebook page for ages now and today, I did. I do not know that I will ever go back to Facebook again. Probably not.
5. I have this awful inherent need (some may even call it a major character flaw) inside of me to protect everyone I come in contact with, and especially those of whom I love or care for on some level. I do not know why I do this, I think it stems from my childhood, but I need to allow others to make decisions for themselves personally and not worry so much for them over the decisions they've ended up making. People are big boys and girls, they can handle their own thing/s. I know what you're thinking, it sounds pretty reasonable, right? And it is reasonable, yes, but I struggle with this despite all reason. I am uber maternal in that way. However I want to stop taking on the burdens of the world. I think I'd be a much happier person and better able to relax if I did.
6. I question everything - I examine and analyze every word, thought, feeling, to the extreme. I am searching I believe for the truth, but not ever trusting in the process that the truth will eventually reveal itself to me regardless. So my questioning, examining, and analyzing everything (and everyone) is really a waste of precious time - and unfair to others who just want to "be". And I also believe it stops a lot of wonderful things from happening in my life when I do this. (Because I am also, like most people in the world, an eternal optimist, and believe there is more good out there than bad.) Light over darkness - or however you feel most comfortable in describing this phenomenon.
7. I do not trust easily. And so that's probably the reason for Truth #6. But I'm working on the issue of trust, and also believe once I am able to really trust, I will have much different truths to write down here. For the better, of course. :)
8. I wish I had a bucket full of do-overs. I would use them all very wisely if I did have.
9. I believe in the wonderful power of a written, stamped, and sent via the post office, letter and/or thank you card. Emailing is one way of staying in touch with the people we love, but sending a note to them via the post office can really make someones day. I do this often.
10. I cherish my two boys. And even whenever I am feeling overwhelmed, tired, under the weather, and/or stressed out, I cannot imagine life without these two lovely souls in it. They are my life and my loves in it. I am blessed beyond words where it regards my children. And I thank the Universe for my boys daily.
Too, I am blessed with good friends. Something else I thank the Universe for on a daily basis as well. I've much in my life to be grateful for. I know this and I celebrate these people and things in my life as often as I can.
So, there you have it. My 10 Truths. Real truths.
Wanted to leave you with this quote, for personal reasons it struck me rather profoundly.
"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." ~ Maya Angelou
First of all I have to tell you that I am really feeling sincerely uninspired where it regards my photography lately. And you would think it'd be just the opposite after having been to a workshop in Portland recently and yet . . . no. Not the case. So, I apologize in advance for such crappy (not to mention completely unimaginative) photographs lately! ;) I am just not feeling any photo love these days. Which is a shame because I love taking photographs. I really do.
Now then, when I thought about all the things I could photograph that might give you an idea of what home means to me; my kitchen, the bed that I sleep in each night, my bathrobe slung haphazardly across my bedpost, the laundry room . . ., I couldn't help feeling like all of these things have already been done to death before. Beds. Kitchens. Bathrobes . . .
I do recall when I got home from Portland, walking into my closet and seeing my stack of jeans there on the closet shelves, oh how I love my jeans! And I actually said out loud to myself, "Ahhh, home!" You see, I had only brought a few pair of them with me on my trip and really missed the others while I was gone. Packing can be a tricky thing, and I left behind a pair or two that I really love wearing. Worn thin, soft, and so comfy. This to me is home. Soft jeans waiting for me to put on each morning in my closet.
Thanking our beautiful Bella for hosting such a lovely 52 Project. xo
Well, as I'm still WAY behind on all my photography projects (I doubt I'll be able to catch-up with all of them now), and also behind on reading all my favorite photographer's blogs, and commenting on them, etc., it just so happened that today Darcy's "A Great Leap" Project 52 was due and, for some reason I remembered this whilst lying in bed this morning. Of course the thought of it made me bolt straight upright in horror!! LOL... So I jumped out of bed, grabbed my oldest son, took him outside in the freezing cold (haha... we don't really have freezing cold temps here, but it was chilly, damn it!), and made him jump up and down on our front porch for me so that I could get a shot of him "leaping". He felt like a clown and commented on as much, and wouldn't you just know it, that the whole world would decide to walk their dogs past us at that particular moment in time? I was in my jammies with my hair a disastrous mess, working a camera with no caffeine in me, making my big man jump around like some jumping bean out in the freezing cold (er... chilly morning). We must have looked quite ridiculous. BUT... it's ALL about photography, right? And I got my shot. LOL... ;)
Thanks going out to Darcy for hosting this lovely Project 52. I love it! :) Even though I am seriously seriously behind at the moment!!!!
Happy Friday you guys! I hope to make it around to all your blogs over the weekend to see what you've been up to and to comment. I've missed you guys!