Happy Halloween!

From our SPOOKtacular House of Horrors to yours.
Have a safe and fun Halloween!

Faces

I drive Isaac CRAZY when I decide to "play". There's beautiful sunlight shining in my windows, he's not in school today, and that means that mommy gets her camera out to play with shadows and light. How can I resist with a face like this...

Boys & Dogs who LOVE Baseball.

Having to wrest your beloved baseball out of the
mouth of large dog, REPEATEDLY, teaches
you something. Throwing down with an animal
twice your body weight...you learn how to handle
yourself a little bit.

The lecture on the mound...THIS is MY ball.

The catcher deals with interference.

And again...pick up, throw, catch plus
lots of interesting faces and some spit.


You MUST spit. There IS spitting in baseball.


He LOOKS ready. He's ready, RIGHT?

He looks innocent enough BUT don't be fooled.
He's STALKING.


AND he steals it AGAIN.


Are you ready to rumble?


GIMME the ball. DROP IT!


Robey feigns repentance, the boys get that ball and are back at it.


Shaking off his catcher's call and throwing his own stuff.

Catcher's not happy. Pitcher is going it alone.
What will he throw?


And the pitcher brings the blazing HEAT!
YOU'RE OUTTA THERE BATTER! OUCH!


*nOTe* Dear God, when my baby boy is a baseball ROCKSTAR,
please don't let him date Madonna or use steroids. Thanks & Amen.

The One I Can't Leave Alone...

I HATE my photo editor today.
It's doing nothing close to what I want
and what little it is doing isn't quite dramatic
enough for me. Essentially, I've driven myself
crazy playing with this photo and I need to stop.
I can't even decide which crop I like best...hmmmpff!

What I LOVE about this photo that compels me to
continue to fool with it IS her eyes and her whispy
hair flying off asymmetrically to the right...hmnnnn...
What to do...what to do...I want to intensify both
and am having trouble. Suggestions?

I wonder what she is reading...

Perhaps she is reading a poem she wrote,
or a note from a sweetheart. Maybe it is a prayer
that she is trying to commit to memory.

Whatever it is, it seems to be important to her as
she is lingering over it...studying it.

The tilt of her head and the posture of her
shoulders appears heavy with lament.
The paper looks to be brittle and yellow with age.
Maybe she's reading a letter that's not hers
that reveals some old secret not meant for her.

I don't know for sure but I am INTRIGUED.
This photograph begins to tell a story and
pulls you in. That's the magic of it...

WHY I WANT a macro lens...I mean, OHMIGOSH!

Wish I could look out my window and see this...