I love coloring Easter eggs. So many possibilities with edible results. Well, most of the time. Last year I didn't boil the eggs long enough and while we had fun coloring them, we didn't wind up with any we could actually eat.
This year the whole family got together and colored eggs just like old times. I colored eggs and took photos at the same time and wound up with at least 30 photos of my family members, their brows furrowed in concentration as they wrote messages on eggs and dropped them into the dyes. The egg above is just waiting for the magic to happen.
4.24.2011
4.16.2011
Self Portrait Ornament
In honor of the middle-of-April snowfall we had today in Madison, I was inspired to post some Christmasy and winter photos I recently found on my computer. Additional photos can be seen here and here.
I love Christmas tree ornaments, especially the old school glass ones that break so easily. Photographing them can prove difficult, as I found out in my Christmas Card Photo Shoot. In the photo above, I played on that and shot my own reflection for a festive self-portrait.
I love Christmas tree ornaments, especially the old school glass ones that break so easily. Photographing them can prove difficult, as I found out in my Christmas Card Photo Shoot. In the photo above, I played on that and shot my own reflection for a festive self-portrait.
4.01.2011
Life's a Beach
Taken in Reedsburg, Wisconsin. View of the City Shop off South Webb Avenue. Taken March 2011.
I love the desolation in this photo, the perfect capture of Wisconsin winter. The sky is a dull light blue, trees black, snow piles a mix of grey and cold white. Even the weeds and beach ball are dull colors.
I'm always attracted to power lines for some reason. Maybe its' the song "Engine Driver" by the Decemberists - "I'm a county lineman/on the high line, on the high line/So will be my grandson/There are power lines in our blood lines." I like the straight lines, extending up into the sky and off into the distance, as far as you can see. I like the idea of length and connectivity, I like how they stand out in flat lands when it seems like the road is the only civilization for miles. Somewhere, somebody is going to be connected to someone else, and to someone else, and to the power source.
The water in the photo is overflow from the Baraboo River, flooding the low spots with the rain and melting of spring, It's a spot that floods regularly.
The ball? Not sure where that came from.
I love the desolation in this photo, the perfect capture of Wisconsin winter. The sky is a dull light blue, trees black, snow piles a mix of grey and cold white. Even the weeds and beach ball are dull colors.
I'm always attracted to power lines for some reason. Maybe its' the song "Engine Driver" by the Decemberists - "I'm a county lineman/on the high line, on the high line/So will be my grandson/There are power lines in our blood lines." I like the straight lines, extending up into the sky and off into the distance, as far as you can see. I like the idea of length and connectivity, I like how they stand out in flat lands when it seems like the road is the only civilization for miles. Somewhere, somebody is going to be connected to someone else, and to someone else, and to the power source.
The water in the photo is overflow from the Baraboo River, flooding the low spots with the rain and melting of spring, It's a spot that floods regularly.
The ball? Not sure where that came from.
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