Moment of Truth

10 a.m. Thoughts About Photography I attended a professional photographer guild meeting this past week.  It was so enlightening to meet other photographers who are so far ahead of me in terms of skill and business — and also daunting.  Part of the meeting was a print competition that they hold each month.  I looked at those images and was able to pick out which ones would win — they were so brilliant that even my untrained eye could see they had “It” — whatever “it” is in terms of creativity, design, color, theme, etc.  While I was at this … Continue reading Moment of Truth

Finding the Sacred

The failings of our country are not solely President Obama’s fault. They aren’t even the fault of Congress or the judicial system, although all three play a part in our collective depression.  The ones we really need to examine are the ones who look back at us when we look into a mirror — ourselves. It all started with  this article by conservative columnist Frank Turek in which he blames the church — that is, the entire body of Christ, no matter what flavor or denomination — for the current failings of our country. Specifically, he points to the way … Continue reading Finding the Sacred

Tick Tock

One of my all-time favorite movies is Dirty Dancing.  I was a dancer as a youngling and grew quite famous for it in my former imaginary life.  I watched and re-watched Flashdance and Fame (the old versions) and still harbor a secret desire to learn how to do the Salsa with my hubby. So when reviewing the images I took of my daughter during one of her skating lessons yesterday, this one made my heart jump all the way into my throat: When exactly did my little girl get so grown up?  She’s almost as tall as her coach!  When … Continue reading Tick Tock

Aiming Higher

Last week I traversed the sidewalks in my neighborhood channeling my inner Jimmy Olsen (the photographer who accompanied Clark Kent, AKA Superman, on his fact-finding missions).  The camera I wore around my neck clunked and swung back and forth against my belly button because I haven’t bothered to figure out how to shorten the straps.  I want to get into the habit of taking my camera everywhere with me — mostly because I always seem to find things I want to capture on those days that I don’t have it with me.  Sigh. My husband was at a boy’s night … Continue reading Aiming Higher