So, I took a ride up to Lake George over the weekend, hoping to strike some good photo opportunities. Unfortunately, it was so DANGED COLD I was only able to step out of the car for five minutes. And then, the snowbanks around here are so high, it’s difficult to capture any good shots from the car.
I did come across a fellow photographer…Something tells me he’s a *bit* more professional than I am! Can you believe the size of that thing??!!
By the way, I *think* this is the lens he was using…..
Run on over to Scott’s place this morning! He’s starting a new photography challenge…(he calls it an assignment.) Take a peek and join in the fun! 🙂
I almost forgot to tell you! The weirdest thing happened to me today! I was on my way to Mister’s Peewee Soccer (that’s a whole other story, which I’ll save for another day!) and all of a sudden a car backed out of a driveway in front of me…I slammed on my brakes, and then had the sense (in the middle of my swearing tirade) to notice that there was NO ONE IN IT!!!!! The car proceeded to drive backwards across the street into another driveway and straight into their closed garage door. CRAZY!!! I stopped, knocked on the car owner’s apartment door, and the second she opened it, she glanced across the street, noticed her car and yelled, “OH MY GOD!!!!” I felt kind of silly saying, “Um, yeah, I was just letting you know that your car backed out in front of me and is sitting in the middle of your neighbor’s garage door.”
You just can’t make this stuff up.
This afternoon’s attempt at Lesson 2—isolated images.
So in less than three weeks, Mr. Baby Boy will turn a whole two years old. (What will I call him then, I wonder?) It has been apparent to me for some time that I must must must take the boy to get his first haircut. For months now Zan and Neighbor Man have been threatening to cut it off one curl at a time so I don’t notice right away. Despite his jeans, blue coat, and Converse sneakers, he’s been called a “she” more times than I can count in the last three months, and that alone is reason enough for Zan. Big Girl braids it and says, “Mom…look. He NEEDS a haircut!!!!” When she began calling him Mullet Man, I was shamed into thinking they might all be right. So, on Friday, my sweet baby boy will lose his sweet baby curls and will look like the little boy he’s grown to be. Of course, I had to get a photo of that frizz ball of a mullet that has grown on the back of his head before it’s gone. I took this photo an hour ago while he was mesmerized by his favorite movie.
A Half Hour a Day 