Thursday, November 11, 2010

Paint











Here are the pictures that you wanted to see.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

November Thanksgivings part 2

I shall continue my nine things that I am thankful for in photos.

I am thankful for . . .

the light at the end of the tunnel.





bike trails.
curves and lines in Chattanooga, TN.
cave friends.





I do not know why the post turns out all wrong. I am still thankful.














November thanksgivings

PART ONE
During the month of November, each day, I am being thankful for the number of things in the day. November 3rd, I was thankful for three things. Today is the 9th, so I am thankful for nine things. I have been posting to facebook and should be posting to here as well. Yesterday, I decided that for today and tomorrow, my thanksgivings would be a photo thanksgiving.

Today, I am thankful for . . .
highways that make it easier to get through Atlanta.
trashcans that most of us use.
cool lights for special nights.
northwestern sunsets.
hearts that are filled with dancing.
I did not realise that blogger limits me to five pictures per post.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

painting

I completed the first coat of Nautical Blue color on one of my son's room in his new house. I started around 10:30 and finished up around 5. My body has a few sore spots in the shoulder blades from reaching.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

distracted

All last week, I finished up pictures that I was working on from a wedding in Florida. I also got started and finished the edit process of a wedding that took place in Ohatchee, Alabama at Janney Furnace. In the 30 years that I have lived here, I have never been. It is a very pretty place. The wedding was complete with a bride, groom, preacher, field, huge oak tree, horse, carriage, witnesses, dresses, suits, relatives, and photographers to capture it all "on film."



This week has been more laid back and relaxed. Monday, I went to the hospital and took pictures of a 12 hr old baby girl of some friends. When I was done at the hospital, I drove over to another friend's and took pictures of a baby boy. Tuesday, I painted the second layer of Kilz on a room in my son's house. It is now ready for the color. Today, I was going to put on the color, but I stayed home and just took it easy. I worked on narrowing down 1000 pictures that I took on our trip to Idaho in August, rode my bike for about 2 miles, cleaned my office, and relaxed.

Tomorrow, I think I will go on over to my son's and put that color on the walls.
Pictures? You say you want to see pictures. okay let me see if I can load a few.











This is the shore next to our campsite at Glacier National Park.



These pictures are from a wedding in Cottondale, Florida. There was a gorgeous lighted open pole barn for the reception complete with a dresser and mirror for the guest sign in table, along with a clothesline to post your wishes onto a quilt square to be turned into a wedding quilt for warmth and love in their home for many years to come.








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Dress in her mother's room for safe keeping.













Dress in the parlor on the pink couch which was used for their engagement pictures.
















































These are pictures from the wedding at Janney furnace.


































Baby girl with mom and dad hands!












Baby Boy with hand!





























































Friday, October 15, 2010

Pictures, Portraits, and Pleasure

My last post was interrupted by my family coming in the door. Rather than complete it, I must move on. This week I have completed several photo projects. During my Florida photo trip, I stacked up quite a few projects. A wedding in north Florida, a cousin's little girl, a little nephew of my sister, my 4 nephews, and a high school senior girl. Included in my sister's four boys is all four of their school portraits, two oldest ones tuxedo portraits for graduation, and the same two boys a casual senior portrait shoot. All the pictures have been edited except for the 3,000 wedding pictures. I went as a wedding guest and just had fun with my camera, so no one really is relying on my pics to make the event complete. On top of all the projects, a friend became a grandma, so off to the hospital I ran with camera in hand. I cannot deny that I love it. I completed those pictures as well and sent off an order as a baby gift.

I have been trying to clean out my car from the trip all week. I barely got everything piled onto the porch. Today, I cleaned the porch,but basically all the stuff was just moved to the interior.

I have junk piled everywhere. I am planning to go on a trip to Memphis with my husband in the morning to pick up a recumbent bike. He has been shopping for just the right bike for about 2 years. All it will take is one word form him on how messy the house is AND I WILL STAY HOME AND CLEAN TOMORROW!

Aside from all my busy-ness, the weather outside is splendid. Hubby is home for the weekend now. With that being said, Bye for now.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Overwhelmed

For those of you who read this, maybe four people, I think I know what my problem is. It has got to be ME. I think it is everyone else. How can everyone else be the problem? I have been in Florida for the past week. Friday, we were late going to a football game because someone else thought what they had to do was more important than being on time. Then after the game someone else threw a fit and because of it, I was on the football bus getting in at 12:30 when I could have been home at 10:30 or 11. Then Saturday morning, I had two people lined up for tuxedo pictures. It took me over an hour to get all the backdrop and lighting set up in the kitchen. Then they both backed out. So, I packed my bags and headed home. Forty miles into the trip, I barely got a glimpse of a motorhome, like a bullet, leave the pavement of I-75, go over a ramp of sand, go flying into the trees, twist and then flip as it came to a stop. No idea what happened or how it ended. Traffic was heavy. I got home in record time stopping for gas twice and no bathroom break.
More later . . .