Photography – Page 61 – Daffodil Hill Photography

Black & White Sunday: Man-Made

Here are two for Black & White Sunday: Man-Man @ Paula’s place, Lost In Translation.The first shot is of one of exhaust pipes on my old 1972 Ford PU. The second is of my favorite coffee cup and a little creative license applied by one of my cameras settings.

My Old 72′

Lil’ Bit, My Brother’s Keeper

Little Bit, or as I call Her Lil’ Bit, was my Mom’s dog. Little Bit was a rescue dog, another thing thoughtlessly used and then discarded by the human animal. My Mom loved this dog the first time she saw her and adopted her. She spent time with us all as we visited but she would always end up laying at the feet of my Mom. A few years after this wonderful dog came into my Mom’s life she called me to tell me she had lung cancer. As my Mom’s cancer progressed Little Bit became the “keeper” of the man my Mom loved: My Dad. She spent time at my Mom’s feet as she was confined to a hospital bed at home but at my Dad’s feet as well. At the end, when Mom no longer was present but alive, she spent more time at the feet of my Dad. After Mom died she could be found there at Dad’s feet when we came to visit. Dad passed less than a year after Mom and my brother is now the keeper of both my mom’s and my Dad’s dogs.I took this picture this past Thursday as I visited my Brother but as I looked at it , it stirred something in me as I recognized the position this lovely Little Lady had taken: She laid at my Brother’s feet. She is now the keeper of my Brother.

Thursday’s Special: How to tell a story through colour photography (response to guest challenge)

Here is my take on this challenge. The first is my workstation on the front porch crunching the budget numbers.There is a definitely a story there…..The Brides a full nursing student + I work for a non-profit + she doesn’t work = Stepping out in faith. Second is for my love for small venue music and music itself.

After The Rain

Motor-Bike

This Motor-Bike was the work of the dude in the Fish & Chips shirt. Very cool and the shirt is as well.

Waiting On The Band

Rainy Lunch Hour

This little bird was using The Boy’s dog run to look for lunch. It rained all day so I didn’t venture far from the porch but this little one gave me a few opportunities to get a few shots in. Also the opportunity to watch nature work will I didn’t.

Saying The Words

Memorial Day is supposed to be the day we here in America remember our fallen military men and women. It has became something less but I realize not everyone has had the experiences and the parenteral examples I have.
So to those Families of the Fallen and the Fallen themselves: Thank You.

Pondering Things and Taking Pictures

Several weekends back I had the opportunity to witness a small town parade. As a cold October rain fell the boys and girls of the FFA and a ROTC color guard lead the way. It had politicians on stump wagon tours, local businesses ,old cars and trucks as well as some very old farm tractors. Somewhere in the last part of the pack I saw a truck with what appeared to be an American flag or two raised above the bed. As this truck came closer I felt an unexpected wave of emotion. The rain was now a second thought yet me eyes did not know this. As the truck past I walked beside it for several feet and looked at the folks within in and said “Thank You”. It felt good to finally be able to say the words.