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June 4: Blowing Bubbles: Part One
Five hours into summer vacation, and this is what Matthew and his best friend, Oscar, were reduced to: sitting on the patio swing, blowing bubbles.
June 5: Blowing Bubbles: Part Deux
Emma was decidedly NOT bored.
It's so simple, and yet so basically appealing, to give flight to something, even for an instant. To this day, I still can't pass up the magic wand and the sudsy water. How about you?
June 6: I end every week thinking that it was a total disaster (photographically speaking). And then I start preparing my pictures to post, and serendipity always slaps me right in the face. This was a triple rainbow, above the foothills to the east of my home (have you ever noticed how rarely you see a rainbow in the western sky? But, I digress...).
It was brighter in reality -- you can just barely make out the third rainbow between the other two.
Actually, my favorite part of the picture is that little cloud right in the middle.
June 7: Great skies two nights in a row. We live close to some train tracks and I've always wanted to shoot a train silhouette (hey, we all have dreams...). The problem is, there's a freeway between me and the tracks, so it's hard to get a picture without cars in it.
I must have shot thirty pictures trying to shoot between the cars -- ultimately, I just cropped them out :)
June 8: I know I posted a picture almost just like this, last week, although this is not the same flower. I killed that one.
But this week I'm looking for advice. I know nothing about raising flowers -- I think I've made that abundantly clear -- but all of these giant, beautiful roses bloomed this week, and now they're just falling apart...literally. If I touch them, they crumble.
What can I do (or not do -- besides touch them)?
June 9: I love summer rain, and I love gigantic raindrops, and I love torrential downpours.
This picture is all about what you're willing to do to get the shot. I was willing to lay down in the flooded street.
June 10: So, I have this best friend, Aaron. You may have noticed him around. He comments here occasionally, and thirty-five years of friendship makes him think its okay to be snarky.
I asked him to give me a photo subject today, and he said "shoes."
And THEN he laid a guilt trip on me.
"Do you know how lucky you are to have shoes?"
Of course he's right. These are my steel toes that I wear to work. I can't wait to get home every day, to get out of them and slip in to my sandals. And the ability to do that (not even mentioning all the other shoes that I am constantly tripping over in my house) put me, and my family, in a small minority of the world's population.
Today, I am grateful for my shoes.