Monthly Archives: August 2009
Mechelina
This flower is smaller than my thumb nail, maybe even smaller than my pinkie nail! I was watering Herman* one day and the beautiful succulent green plant next to him was flowering. I had no idea it springs flowers. I don’t know what plant it is, but it’s Micki’s. And so I captured the beauty of it for Micki, because she was out that day, and named it after her.
*Herman is my Peace Lily
Star Bright Faerie Flower
An overhanging green curtain of leaves adorned with these purple flowers live abundantly across from the Purple Jacaranda tree. After a couple weeks of drive bys, I stopped my car, walked over, and had a mini photo shoot with these gorgeous magical flowers. This one is my favorite.
Bogart
Bogart is a great cat & friend. Look at his eyes. Look at his amazing face.
Kobe Tail
Are these foxtails? These remind me and my mom of my pup’s tail. So wonderful.
Wings
Starting in the beginning of August, I started shooting a lot. The flowers were in bloom, the air was stirring with life. Here’s where it begins. Mr. Giant Bee saying hello to the flower I was saying hello to.
She Dreams In Color
I learned to play pool from Donald Duck. He hosted a short reel called “Donald Duck’s Magical World of Mathematics”. I learned that pool involves a lot of geometry. But I don’t think Donald Duck explained the chalk. Here is what Wiki says.
“Chalk is applied to the tip of the cue stick, ideally before every shot, to increase the tip’s friction coefficient so that when it impacts the cue ball on a non-center hit, no miscue (unintentional slippage between the cue tip and the struck ball) occurs.”
Here’s to chalk!
As the Air Changes…
We can feel it change, the drop in temperature, the drumming of the Earth. Seasons change, and we honor them all. It’s harvest time, a time when we reap our rewards, and we give honor to our Creator/God/the Universe for providing us with life. This is a Native American Pow Wow that I attended back in 1990-something for 3 days. The drumming drummed me back into the circle and I shot 10 rolls of film, all in black in white. I couldn’t stop. I was absorbed in this wonderful dance of thanks and honor. We were allowed to take photos only when they allowed it, for when it was a sacred dance, a photograph could steal away their souls.
