Native grass from a walk in the Milwaukee Rotary Centennial Arboretum in Riverside Park. The park is located on the East Side of Milwaukee, Wisconsin, along the Milwaukee River. Day 69 of my 365 photo a day project.
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Learning to Hop
My son is learning to jump and hop now. I wanted to capture this moment in a photo so I took three shots of him in action and then combined them into one image. The vintage polaroid/1970 photomat-look was added just because watching him grow up reminds my of my own childhood was back in the….well,…… Continue reading Learning to Hop
One Leaf – December 1st
One single Maple leaf on the driveway out behind our house. December 1st, 2015. Day 62 of my 365 photo-a-day project.
Top of the Stairs
“And when it’s twelve a clock We climb the stair We never knock ‘Cause nobody’s there Just me and my shadow All alone and feeling blue” –from the song “Me and My Shadow” by Al Jolson, Billy Rose, and Dave Dreyer The back stairs of our two-flat just before dusk. When it gets dark, these…… Continue reading Top of the Stairs
With Open Eyes
“All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.” –T. E. Lawrence Another…… Continue reading With Open Eyes
Insomnia
“The best cure for insomnia is to get a lot of sleep.” –W.C. Fields Insomnia rears its ugly head to me from time to time. It certainly makes getting through the day a challenge, especially when I am out of coffee! But I have a way of dealing with it. This is me saying to that…… Continue reading Insomnia
Feather
“You will not be carried to Heaven lying at ease upon a feather bed.” –Samuel Rutherford This image started as macro shot of a tiny feather on a plain white background. It is amazing how something so small and insignificant can be so powerful. Powerful enough, in sufficient numbers, to give a creature the ability…… Continue reading Feather
I Miss You Most of All
“The falling leaves drift by my window The falling leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song But I miss you most of all, my darling When autumn leaves…… Continue reading I Miss You Most of All