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CAT NAP

Lately, I have been seeing things in black and white. I guess that is how my world seems right now. Funny, when I first took photography in high school, I was shooting and processing everything in black and white. I have always loved black and white images, they seem stronger and more compelling. They have a timeless quality to them. Black and white photography is more dramatic, I guess I wish that real life had a little less drama in it.

THREE AM

On sleepless nights, like last night, I am always reminded of a quote from "The Crack-Up" written by my favorite author, F. Scott Fitzgerald. "In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning". So true.

TRUMPETING INTO SPRING

My trumpet dafffodils are always among the first sign of Spring in my garden. Today as temperatures climbed above ninety it felt more like summer. I'm just glad the brutal winter is behind me.

TWILIGHT

I've always thought of those moments after the sun sinks as magical. Everything looks warm and inviting in the sun's afterglow. Tonight I glanced out the window at the same stuff I see every day which has become rather ordinary and the view was anything but.

EASTER EGGS FOR BOCA BARB

I think I have been suffering lately from the photographer's version of "writers' block". Hence, my absence from blogging. So this post is for my good friend Boca Barb, who quietly sends emails with visual suggestions that help me to "see" again. Thanks, Barb!