My favorite Polaroid transfer image

28 05 2010

I launched a “win free notecards” contest (but you had to submit a story as the entrance fee) in May of last year. I got a few interested folks who said they had a story to submit, but I didn’t get any bites. Nary a one.

Do you have an idea how many of these notecards I still have in my storeroom? (I used them as a promo years ago and still use them for that purpose, as well as for gift-giving—-even used them as favors for our guests at our wedding in October!) Take pity and submit a story so I could send you some. Have a heart!

If you’re interested, click here to read the contest rules & regulations. Shucks, I’ll take a page out of the Payless Shoes book (BOGO—Buy one, get one)) and make this a WOGTWO (Write one, get two) deal and throw in an extra dozen cards for the winner. I may get loopy and choose two or three winners. You just never know. Remember, if you don’t enter, you can’t win!

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14 Tips for Better Event Photography

27 05 2010

My latest writing assignment was for This article is all about how to improve your photography skills at events such as weddings and parties. I also show examples from weddings that I’ve photographed recently. Check it out here.

My postings for the sister site,, are Got the Blues? and A Passion for Purple Flowers.

Newest addition to my garden…

26 05 2010

I bought this lovely dahlia specimen at the annual plant sale at Green Spring Gardens two weeks ago. After photographing the amazing dahlia border at Butchart Gardens in Victoria, B.C. a few years ago, I have been enamored with this flower ever since! Click here to see my posting, “Dahlias as far as the eye can see…”

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Critter alert!

25 05 2010

I was scrounging around the refrigerator earlier this evening, hunting for something interesting to eat for dinner. I glanced out the window and saw this large rabbit (about the size of a normal-sized cat, actually!) grazing in the grass on the common area strip in front of our townhouse, alongside two squirrels and a robin. He was out earlier than I normally see them in the neighborhood (still daylight at about 7 p.m.). I grabbed my camera with a 105mm lens and ran outside, slowly approaching him. He let me get within five or six feet of him before slowly turning away, and even then he didn’t go very far. I was able to fire off almost 20 shots—these are the cream of the crop.

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Birds of a feather…

24 05 2010

On Lake Land ‘Or in Virginia…two sets of Canada Geese parents with 11 goslings between them. I think seven belonged to one family and four to the other parents—at least that’s the way this gaggle kept dividing when they paddled away from the dock. This group formed what is known as a crèche.

According to Wikipedia: During the second year of their lives, Canada Geese find a mate. They are monogamous, and most couples stay together all of their lives. If one is killed, the other may find a new mate. The female lays 3–8 eggs and both parents protect the nest while the eggs incubate, but the female spends more time at the nest than the male. Known egg predators include Arctic Foxes, Northern Raccoons, Red Foxes, large gulls, Common Raven, American Crows and bears. During this incubation period, the adults lose their flight feathers, so they cannot fly until their eggs hatch after 25–28 days. Adult geese are often seen leading their goslings in a line, usually with one parent at the front, and the other at the back. While protecting their goslings, parents often violently chase away nearby creatures, from small blackbirds to humans that approach, after warning them by giving off a loud hissing sound (often with a side of their head turned to the intruder). Although parents are hostile to unfamiliar geese, they may form groups of a number of goslings and a few adults, called crèches.

While researching facts about these birds, I came across this article here by Lynette S.K. Webster about feeding geese. Below is an excerpt:

Here are some facts and myths you should know about goose feeding:

1. Canada geese are herbivores; do not feed them with fish or cat food.
2. Feed whole wheat and cracked corn, not bread. Bread is not nutritious.
3. If feeding wild bird seed, remember that geese do not eat sunflower seeds. Therefore normal wild bird seed may be wasted on them.
4. Geese are fussy and do not eat everything, contrary to popular belief.
5. Do not feed geese from your hand as it can be dangerous. Spread seed on the grass so geese can feed on the seed while foraging.

Hmmmm…we tossed out tiny bits of bagel bread this afternoon—that’s the last time we’ll do that now that we know!

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From my 35mm slide archives: Monument Valley

19 05 2010

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Okay. Are you leaving enough room above my head? Yes?

17 05 2010

Me, always with a camera bag on my shoulder (this one was a Domke bag—that I still own—that my friend and fellow photographer D.B. gave me when I worked in the ad department at Giant Food after I moved here from Texas), circa way long ago. Maybe late 80s?

Dig those big round pre-Harry-Potter-esque glasses! It would not be a stretch to surmise that my sometimes-closeted love for my beloved John Denver influenced my choice in eyewear. Hey, look at that girl with the big glasses—she must be really, really smart! And dig those paper-bag styled shorts (I be stylin’)! I had read in a Cosmo magazine that the color peach makes you look dewy and youthful. I think I wore peach at every turn after that, because if Cosmo prints it, it must be true. Oh, and this was definitely “the era of the perm.” Even the guy on my right is mesmerized by me. This was most likely shot on the beach on Assateague Island in Maryland…obviously by someone who was either a) inebriated, b) suffering from vertigo or c) truly horrible at composition. Hmmm…I think it was shot by new-boyfriend-Dave-who-obviously-loved-me-despite-my-flesh-colored-face-enveloping glasses. No matter. It’s a record shot of a recorder. And a happy one at that.

I remember when I first had to get glasses—I’m guessing it was around 1987. I wasn’t the least bit happy about it and didn’t want to spend a penny more than I had to. So I bought the ugliest, cheapest, completely utilitarian, fleshy-pink giant frames I could find. Apparently I figured that since I had already won Dave’s affections, he wouldn’t care what my glasses looked like. They were functional and I could see Hecht’s red dot sale signs from a mile away! When I look back on these old photos like this, I wonder what he really thought. What’s even funnier is, I eventually swapped the flesh frames for these faux tortoise beauties, but they were still atrocious, still oversized, still from the wall ‘o utilitarian frames.

I remember when I got my first pair of non-John-Denver-schoolboy-all-growed-up frames. After watching me shop for yet another of my comforting old lady specs, she said, “Um. Miss? Why don’t you try these?” They were very small. Very little glass. Pert. Prim. Shimmery metal. Calvin Klein. $175 (gulp) just for the frames. To humor her, I tried them on. Cute. But really? Could I be so brave to leave my studious-nerdy-why-don’t-you-just-get-some-that-cover-your-chin-as-well frame choices behind? Dare I? Yes, I could and I did. And after adding the super deluxe scratch resistant, sun-shielding, UV-UVA-SUV-ASAP-LMNOP coating, radon-deflecting, night-vision-enhanced, argon-gas-infused lens package, I left with those teeny, tiny little designer frames for only $330! Contrast that to my first old lady frames that cost a whopping total of $50 and came with lenses, a cleaning kit, and an eyeglass holder. Ah, but I did look so stylish after that. Nothing came between me and my Calvins. I haven’t looked back. Until I stumbled onto this slide, that is.