2008 Calendar

Each year I set aside some of my favorite photos to make a desk calendar. It’s sometimes hard to decide because some hold a special memory… and only I can know what that is. It may not translate to the viewer beyond me.

This calendar also gets into the hands of some of the sales people I work with and they in turn pass them on to their customers. Therefore, sometimes decisions are also swayed by what others may like…or what could be offensive to some, though I rarely shoot that type of image.

This year I have decided to go with what I like…and if they don’t… well that’s a choice, isn’t it?

The cover will be a very simple solid black page with a wonderful quote from the magnificent T.S. Elliot…How can I go wrong…

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
T.S. Eliot

Anyway, after many after-thoughts and lip biting, second guesses…and then arriving back where I started…this is my calendar for 2008

I can’t even remember my correct order of months…but I will try 😉

January: Under the Pier, Bay of Fundy, Nova Scotia February: Little White Church, Prince Edward Is. March: Laundry Day, Nova Scotia

April: Red Barn, Iowa May: Jack, Route 66 June: In Memory, Santa Monica Pier July: From the Rooftops, Montreal

August: Roy’s Cafe and Motel, Amboy September: Windmill, Wyoming Plains October: My Father’s Orchid

November: Miko leads the Way, Route 66 December: Ghost Town, Bodie in Winter

Photography Humor

How many photographers does it take to change a light bulb? 50 – One to change the bulb, and forty-nine to say, “I could have done that!”

There was this haunted house on the outskirts of the town which was avoided by all the townfolk – the ghost which `lived’ there was feared by all.

However, an enterprising journalist decided to get the scoop of the day by photographing the fearsome phantom. When he entered the house, armed with only his camera, the ghost descended upon him, clanking chains et al. He told the ghost “I mean no harm – I just want your photograph”. The ghost was quite happy at this chance to make the headlines – he posed for a number of ghostly shots.

The happy journalist rushed back to his dark room, and began developing the photos. Unfortunately, they turned out to be black and underexposed.

So what’s the moral of the story?

The spirit was willing but the flash was weak.

The Time Travelers

There are people in this world you love and there are people you respect and then there are people you would give your life for. I have 3 such friends I’ve know most all of my life. Shiela would be one. I met Shiela in the 7th grade. She was in my homeroom class and she sat underneath the big clock on the wall. I apparently was a clock watcher. From that homeroom connection, we have been buds through life, as children, teens and to the women we are today.

Shiela is a very talented Artist. She is a painter, a sculpture and now, an author and I could not be more proud. Her two children grew up in the public school system and though they received a wonderful education, she felt that there should be more. A 6 year old child, wishing to meet a Pilgrim from a story read in class, lead to her making a costume and writing a script for a friend to come “meet” with the kids. She soon joined forces with Joyce Costanza, another mom and a very talented writer. Time Travelers was two years in the making for these two women and I was proud to be a part of seeing it through production and printing…but never happier than when I took the call after knowing they held their first printed book in their hands.

Time travelers allows children to meet people Like Old Abe, as a real life character…. Had it been available to schools sooner, I may not have watched that clock so much! PLEASE check out the very hard work these women accomplished under Shiela in my blogroll.

Clouding my Brain

From my window

 

Taking a break

Underdock Color

Silly Hallway Portraits

Part of the Tribe

This Thanksgiving, we were missing quite a few…but the other’s tried to make up for them 😉

My Mother’s house is very dark…with yellow light…Yikes!

A Good-bye

Yesterday, my friend and neighbor, passed on to the next life after a tough battle with lung cancer. He lived 86 wonderful years and died, hanging on to the bitter end, as the tough Marine he was. It was a truly funny thing to watch my Father (Army) and he go round and round on WWII and just exactly who saved who’s ass. I’m not sure that battle could ever be won 😉 At 6’6″ he was hard to miss. He had a wonderful character and a heart of gold. God Speed Pappy. Rosa’s waiting on you for that dance.