May 31, 2012
A Little Bit of Snow. A Whole Lot of Wind.
Coming down the pass, we stopped to appreciate the high-up-far-away view of Mono Lake. It was a little snowy. Really windy (I couldn’t even keep my eyes open when facing the direction of the wind). And there were just a few bumper stickers for … decoration? You can see the road we’ll be driving down cutting thru the middle of the first picture – but we won’t get down there before heading offroad for a little sightseeing and rock climbing…We’ve seen these beautiful snowy mountain ranges from lake level at sunrise, but it was fun to see them from above.Well, hello, dirt road …
May 30, 2012
Through the Windows. Hwy 395.
Yikes. Back to our last roadtrip ... I got a little sidetracked by Shakespeare, the Supermoon, shooting ranges, photo sessions and finishing the dudes' school yearbook. So, the last roadtrip. That's the one where we were going to hike through Yosemite, rock climb in Truckee, and shoot at targets in the great wide open. But instead we hit a bunch of snow. In April. Everywhere we went. So, instead, we had snowball fights and built snowmen. Which was pretty dang cool and novel for we SoCal peeps. The other travel pics can be found here.
These are my "through the window at 65mph" pictures of our drive back home, specifically of Hwy 395 between Reno, heading south, to just above Mono Lake. It's a portion of Hwy 395 that we'd never traveled before, and it was beautiful...
These are my "through the window at 65mph" pictures of our drive back home, specifically of Hwy 395 between Reno, heading south, to just above Mono Lake. It's a portion of Hwy 395 that we'd never traveled before, and it was beautiful...
May 28, 2012
Field o’ Mustard. Orange County Photographer
We waited a long, long time for this session. We needed a field of mustard, as that is part of Tiphanie's vision for a worship cd she's creating. Unfortunately, mustard has not been growing in abundance this year. We found pockets of it on hillsides. We found sparse patches here and there. But, no fields.
Til now.
Behold:
Tiphanie, I immensely look forward to hearing your songs. I know they will be as beautiful as your spirit.
Til now.
Behold:
Tiphanie, I immensely look forward to hearing your songs. I know they will be as beautiful as your spirit.
May 27, 2012
Faith like a mustard seed …
And He said, “How shall we picture the kingdom of God,
or by what parable shall we present it?
It is like a mustard seed, which,
when sown upon the soil,
though it is smaller than all the seeds that are upon the soil,
yet when it is sown,
grows up and becomes larger than all the garden plants
and forms large branches;
so that the birds of the air can nest under its shade.”
Mark 4: 30-32
May 24, 2012
Photo-Crafting
Those of you who know me know that “crafting” is not my middle name. But this particular one was pretty easy, not too messy, and fool-proof enough even for those of us (pointing finger at self) who are crafting-inept. I got all my supplies from Candy’s Etsy shop. Below are all my ingredients for this craft recipe:The particular trays that I bought will hold a 1.25” square photo. So I picked out a few favorite family photos, printed them on a 4x6 photo, cut them out (no precision necessary – crooked edges don’t show up in the end product), and dropped them in the tray to see which I liked best.Then I just poured a couple drops of the glue in the tray, swished it around with a brush I pulled out of Little Dude’s watercolor paint box, and dropped in my chosen photo.I let it dry for an hour or so, repeated the glue step on top of the photo and dropped in the glass tile. Easy-peasy, I tell ya. And kinda cute, if I do say so myself.
May 21, 2012
He Killed. He became King. He Killed some more.
And then he came home and slept like a baby.
Middle Dude as Macbeth.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. Macbeth Act V, Scene V
May 19, 2012
Birthdays, Donuts & Mickey Ears … Orange County Family Photography
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