Apparently, I’m not too shabby with a camera. I’ve been an amateur photographer for a good decade and a half now (a little over that, actually), ever since I got my first camera for Christmas, and it’s something I love. Most of the pictures that accompany my poems are ones that I’ve taken (unless otherwise noted). It’s so much fun; I can’t imagine not having a camera to play around with. And, while I do miss my old film cameras, it’s nice that with my DSLR, I can take as many pictures as I want without having to worry about paying to have bad pictures developed. Of course, this has also made me a little more careless, I think, in my composition, but such is life.
But I digress. When I post something new here, I usually head over to Facebook and share the link in a couple of groups I’m in. Last week, my post “Lonesome Call” gathered a bit of attention there, as someone found my photo of a lone tree in a field near my hometown particularly inspiring. She crafted a whole poem around the image, which I was quite flattered to read. Apparently it’s been making its way around the web via Facebook, from what I can tell. If you’d like to take a look for yourself, you can find it here.
If you decide to check it out, I hope you’ll enjoy. 🙂
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If you had been in my car last night, you’d have heard the following conversation between Cricket and me. It was just too cute not to share.
Sometimes it’s hard to find things in life to be grateful for. Not everything always goes the way we would like. Certainly I’ve had times like that in my own life; I’ve even written about them (here, there, and everywhere else). Writing sometimes helps me keep things in perspective.
Suddenly they all died. The end. 