peace

Remembering that the days are coming when the ice will pass away, and the still, heaviness of summer air will press down on the river, and a fisherman will remain… surrounded by peace…

polar vortex moments

Welcome to the great, wide, wonderful, ridiculously frigid Polar Vortex of 2019! Thought I would venture out into the eye of the vortex and see what it was like.

Well… wind chill temps were around -30 making both holding a camera and pressing the shutter button a challenge.

Still, I was glad to get out and capture a few images and, even happier to get back home! Wherever you are, I hope it’s warmer than it is here! Thanks for stopping by!

from the archives

I hope to get back to photography and regular posts in 2019. In the meantime, this is from the archives that I didn’t even know I had! Lake Michigan on a cold winter sunset from….some years ago.

new year at the night bean

We spent New Year’s Day (also our 36th wedding anniversary) in Chicago! So grateful for my WordPress family and wishing you all the best for 2019!

merry christmas…

…and Happy Holidays to my WordPress family! Thank you for your inspiration and encouragement!

the last one

This is the last image in a series of black and whites from our Thanksgiving road trip to New York. December is a busy season for me with our annual Christmas production and Christmas Eve preparations, so, hopefully, this will not be the last post of 2018.

seagull or nazgul

The bird in the image above was very content to let me take my time as I snapped picture after picture. The bird seemed to enjoy being photographed as I moved in closer, or, got low to the ground, never appearing frightened or jittery. That all changed when his buddy showed up in the image below. I didn’t know seagulls could sound like Nazgul, but that’s what he sounded like. There was no way that his friend was going to ruin a future in modeling!

between the lines

 

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Another moment from my recent trip back east.  I assume that all these fences are put in place to help control the movement of sand during the windy New York winters. Thanks for stopping by.

this endless journey