I had the great pleasure of photographing a few special friends at Juniper Preschool in Redding. They did their best to pose and smile for the camera and were so loving and sweet!
Friday, September 26, 2008
My Special Friends at Juniper Preschool
I had the great pleasure of photographing a few special friends at Juniper Preschool in Redding. They did their best to pose and smile for the camera and were so loving and sweet!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Smoke on the Mountains
I was in Redding during the Northern California big fire season this summer and was able to snap a few shots of the sunset through the smoke. I would like to enter one of these pictures in a contest and I would like your opinion of which one to enter. Click on the link below. Click the start button (arrow, lower center) to start the slide show. Place your cursor over the picture to see photo number and info. You can also navigate to specific pictures by using the thumbnail bar at the bottom of the screen. Please pick your 3 favorites and leave a comment back here as to which picture numbers you like best. Thanks for you help!
Picture Gallery
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Is Photography in Your Genes?
Even when I was little, I liked to take pictures of people. I remember getting one of those old cameras where the top flipped open and you look down into the viewfinder. I remember taking it on a trip to Crater Lake in Oregon and taking tons of pictures with snow. I had no concept of the difficulties of photographing snow way back then. It was just fun.
On my mission I took pictures of people - people I will always love. That was the best!
Now I take pictures to make money. I still love getting just the right shot, just the right light in the eyes or expression. But where did this love of photography come from? Must be in the genes!
On my mission I took pictures of people - people I will always love. That was the best!
Now I take pictures to make money. I still love getting just the right shot, just the right light in the eyes or expression. But where did this love of photography come from? Must be in the genes!
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Never Say Never
I always said that a dog would never share our bed.
It all stems from the fact that, as children growing up, we had several beasties that would sleep in our beds with us. Some, like Felix the Cat, would wake us up with an early morning head massage, complete with claws. Others, like our Doberman, Red, would climb in between the wall and the bed's occupant and slowly push the person out of bed. Many a morning at least one of us kids woke up on the floor, only to find a four-footed friend in our bed, head nestled snugly on our pillow.
So, when my husband and I got our first furry friend, The Barker, I swore then and there that he would never sleep with us in our bed. The Barker spoiled us for all other dogs. He was willing to sleep anywhere we told him to sleep. He was willing to do whatever we told him to do. His only flaw -- he barks a lot! Anyway, we had no problem with him wanting to sleep with us. It was never even an option in his mind.
Next came Underdog. He slept in our bathroom on a blanket the first few nights, but that was as close as he ever came to our bedroom. After that, he preferred his kennel. It is kind of his Underdog-ish Fortress of Solitude. He and The Barker share the laundry room at night - The Barker on an old bath mat and Underdog in his "fortress".
Enter Mighty Mouse.
Ok, up to this point, we were relatively spoiled. Dogs slept where dogs were supposed to sleep - not with us! It seemed only logical that Mighty Mouse would also sleep not with us. We bought him a "fortress" too. He hates it. He considers it a prison. We got him a comfy blanket and put him in the laundry room with his friends. He cried all night. We tried various combinations of the two and he still kept us up all night. In our sleep deprived haze, we cried, " No dogs in the bed!" But, we were wrong.
MM's real bed now consists of a pile of comfy blankets strategically placed on the floor next to my side of the bed. He will sleep there throughout most of the night, but come daybreak, he decides that he has had enough of sleeping alone and starts jumping at my side of the bed. I am not an early morning person. I do not get up at dawn unless I absolutely have to. So when Mighty Mouse starts his early morning calisthenics, I do what every other sane, sleep deprived person would do -- I reached over, pick him up, and stuff him in bed with me. He goes back to sleep. I go back to sleep. My bed smells like a hound dog. End of story.
It all stems from the fact that, as children growing up, we had several beasties that would sleep in our beds with us. Some, like Felix the Cat, would wake us up with an early morning head massage, complete with claws. Others, like our Doberman, Red, would climb in between the wall and the bed's occupant and slowly push the person out of bed. Many a morning at least one of us kids woke up on the floor, only to find a four-footed friend in our bed, head nestled snugly on our pillow.
So, when my husband and I got our first furry friend, The Barker, I swore then and there that he would never sleep with us in our bed. The Barker spoiled us for all other dogs. He was willing to sleep anywhere we told him to sleep. He was willing to do whatever we told him to do. His only flaw -- he barks a lot! Anyway, we had no problem with him wanting to sleep with us. It was never even an option in his mind.
Next came Underdog. He slept in our bathroom on a blanket the first few nights, but that was as close as he ever came to our bedroom. After that, he preferred his kennel. It is kind of his Underdog-ish Fortress of Solitude. He and The Barker share the laundry room at night - The Barker on an old bath mat and Underdog in his "fortress".
Enter Mighty Mouse.
Ok, up to this point, we were relatively spoiled. Dogs slept where dogs were supposed to sleep - not with us! It seemed only logical that Mighty Mouse would also sleep not with us. We bought him a "fortress" too. He hates it. He considers it a prison. We got him a comfy blanket and put him in the laundry room with his friends. He cried all night. We tried various combinations of the two and he still kept us up all night. In our sleep deprived haze, we cried, " No dogs in the bed!" But, we were wrong.
MM's real bed now consists of a pile of comfy blankets strategically placed on the floor next to my side of the bed. He will sleep there throughout most of the night, but come daybreak, he decides that he has had enough of sleeping alone and starts jumping at my side of the bed. I am not an early morning person. I do not get up at dawn unless I absolutely have to. So when Mighty Mouse starts his early morning calisthenics, I do what every other sane, sleep deprived person would do -- I reached over, pick him up, and stuff him in bed with me. He goes back to sleep. I go back to sleep. My bed smells like a hound dog. End of story.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Fun in the Garden of Elam
We spent Labor Day in the Garden of Elam. Lots of fun and excellent food! Did some jammin' on the guitar and African drums, rode quads, and kept the world safe from hissing cats. Foxy dog was the perfect hostess.
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