I know what I’ll be doing every day for the rest of the summer.
more weeds
red wheelbarrow
my conquest
Tag: photo101
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Warm flowers on a cool morning We spent the past week moving: we are homeowners again. We’ve gotten the unpacking to a point where we can lounge in the living room, find clothes in our closets, cook in the kitchen, and eat at the table.
We’ve also gotten to the point where I feel like I can take a breather from unpacking boxes, washing walls, lining cabinets with shelf paper, and organizing all our stuff: I can stop and enjoy our new home.
I opened the blinds as soon as I woke this morning and saw fog nestled between houses and trees. I am a sucker for fog. And when there are warm yellow flowers popping around our new mailbox against a cool foggy backdrop? It’s time to get the camera out and start shooting again. In our new home.
We moved locally, about five minutes from our previous home. After 12 moves in 20 years, this time we hope to stick around a while.
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Early morning post-run swim in New Orleans On a recent work trip to New Orleans, I woke early several mornings to go for a run along the street car tracks. Morning runs, in the quiet before the world wakes, are a treasured time for solitude for me. On the morning in this shot, I returned from a 7am run drenched in sweat. My coworkers were asleep. The neighborhood was asleep. Birds tweeted and the pool was still and cool. I dove in in my running clothes, then floated on my back with my ears underwater, alone and smiling.
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A quiet paddle, Fairy Stone Park, Virginia Our family recently spent a weekend in a cabin in Fairy Stone Park, Virginia. We rented a canoe for an hour, then returned to the dock and rented it for 24. Our son loved the quiet dip of the paddle in water, the smooth glide of the canoe. The kids and I paddled in the afternoon. In evening, they paddled with their dad. After dark, my son and I paddled into the darkness till we got out from under the trees to float under a full moon. We dipped wood into water, listened to small gurgles as we pulled gently, smelled the first sweet night blooms of spring, and lost ourselves in the silver path the moon laid on the black surface of the lake.
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Dewy grass on foggy morning I get frustrated sometimes on my runs. I’ll see water droplets on meadow grass like this and I’ll snap shot after shot with my sweaty iPhone, wishing I had my real camera so I could play with light and focus and depth of field. Still, the phone camera keeps me running, and it keeps me shooting. And practice makes progress, if not perfection.
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Flower cart in early morning One of my favorite things about early morning runs is the quiet. The streets are empty, and the flower cart pops with color — without the distraction of shiny metal cars zooming by.
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