Dreams of Trespass

#10 January 29

Can't Think of a Title

This is a group of wild horses on their way back to the hills after having spent the night fouling up the park and residential streets. People 'round these parts really love that about living here - all the early morning horse surprises that is. They just can't get enough of it ;-) I don't mind it though because they haven't hit my street yet and because I get to watch them book it full speed down Rio Wrangler after I've dropped Ella of at seminary.

#11 January 30

Dreams of Trespass

That's the title of a book I read years ago and it popped into my mind when trying to think of a title for this pic. I wanted to trespass bad. Real bad. I wanted to climb the barbed-wire fence I was resting my camera on and go exploring... find out all the secrets of this old red house. But I didn't. My conscious wouldn't allow it. Or, that is to say, Matt was scolding me in my mind. He is my conscious in these matters and highly disapproves of trespassing and other such fun adventures. No. I did not trespass. I kept the law, was a good example and did not satisfy my curiosity.

I would be an ideal law breaker though. I would be the kind of trespasser a property owner would love to have. I would only look. I wouldn't take or break, smash or graffiti anything. They wouldn't even know I had ever been there unless they read my blog and saw the evidence of my violation. No, I would leave no trace. I would only look and imagine what had been... wonder who snuck in and out of that window with the ladder. I would investigate why the ladder has never blown down after so many years of observing it as I pass by on my way to and from my mother's house. What is in that window??? Are there children's toys lying about? Perhaps some creepy dolls to photograph? I would just have a little looksee, that's all. That's all I would do. But I didn't... for the sake of the children, I wasn't a bad example and did not trespass. And I didn't even have them with me, so give me some credit peeps, 'cause it would have been well worth ripping my pants, I can assure it!

#12 January 31

Girl in Pajamas Playing Guitar on a Sunday Evening

The girl in pajamas playing guitar on a Sunday evening gave a really great talk on temples today in Sacrament meeting and made me so proud :)

Timeless

#7 January 26

Just the neon lights of Qdoba Mexican Grill through my wet windshield (steak burrito please with pinto beans, mild salsa and a tiny bit of hot too, just a tiny little cheese and NO sour cream). I was just fooling around, but I like the colors and would like to do more stuff with lights at night sometime. Plus, I messed up most of the shots I took of Ella cheer leading that day.

#8 January 27

It was an epic Michael Phelps-esque finish at the Pinewood derby Wednesday night, with Luke L. edging out Jacob S. for the championship.

#9 January 28

Timeless

My friend Christa stepped right out of the pages of 'Styles of the 70's' for this pic at our annual January birthday girls lunch out, 'cause she's a timeless groovy beauty like that. Or... it could just be that she's 35-40 years behind the times... or, it actually could be that she's both. Personally though, I think it's the timeless beauty thing.

People of Wal-Mart

#4 January 23

People of Walmart

#5 January 24

Did I Mention This Project Might Get Boring?

Yes, I think I did. I just thought it would take a little longer to reach that point. I wasn't very inspired on Sunday... photographically speaking that is. I sure do love me some CBR though!!! She has a new album coming out today which will be in my hands and in my player ASAP!

#6 January 25

"We're So Grateful for the Moisture We've Received"

One of the sister missionaries serving in our ward is from Florida, and she told me last week she thought is was about the funniest thing ever the first time she heard somebody say they were grateful 'for the moisture we've received' in a prayer. They've never had to be grateful for moisture there in Florida. But it is kind of funny when you think about it, because sometimes we say things in such a Mormon way hahaha, but it's oh so true. Most of the time we're all dried up and shriveled like these old berries, trying to hold on to every last bit of moisture we can eek out of this desert. As I write this, I'm listening to rain on the window... and I'm 'grateful for this moisture'.

This is an alternate version.

365 - The Project

This is the beginning of a year long photo project I've seen people do on flickr, but I want to do it here on my blog instead. It's a picture a day for an entire year. A picture taken each day that is, nothing from the files. I have no idea how it will turn out... if I will finish even. Will I grow tired of it? Will it be boring? Will it turn out to be lots of grocery shopping and running errands photos? Will I try too hard? Will I over think everything? Will it make me stalk horses even more than I do now? Will it make me lose sleep? Will it be self-indulgent? YES... YES... YES... YES... and YES!!! It promises to be all those things and MORE!

Okay, so I actually started my pics on Wednesday, but since I don't want to post everyday, and because I kept procrastinating this post, here are my first three of 365 pics. Oh, and I might have to slip in a few non 365 day project pics if it behoveth me... which it most definitely will.

So here goes...

#1 January 20

Sophie tickling Eva with a pretzel stick. I think it's a good way to begin.

#2 January 21

I was waiting on the porch with my camera for a bunch of birds to come back and attack our tree. It was snowing and I think they couldn't find anything to eat. Ella saw them suddenly fly in and then frantically peck the withered berries that were still hanging (you know those ugly orange ones?), but then they were gone by the time I got to the window. The berry things were still bouncing though. I scared them away the first time they came back when I opened the front door and it squeaked, so then I waited out on the porch for about ten minutes, but they never returned. Why am I telling you all this? Anywho, I was still waiting when the bus pulled up with Sophie and Eva, so I got this shot of Sophie coming across the street. I really like this 'creatively aged' look. Matt doesn't however, and Sophie said she looks invisible. But dang it, this is my blog and I'll do I what I want with my photos :D

But here's the regular version for the faux antiqued faint of heart.

#3 January 22

It was a lucky thing this morning that I remembered I didn't have my camera in the car with me when I took Ella to school. We were halfway out of the garage when I realized it and I stopped the car and ran into the house to get it. I've regretted it many many times when I've made a seemingly quick mundane trip without it. This group of horses was headed back to the hills after being at the park over night. I was surprised to see them on my way home because they weren't there only a few minutes earlier when we drove past the same spot. I pulled over really quick and snapped this from the side of the road.

p.s. for any of you who don't live nearby or see me regularly... I did not assume the Amy Whinehouse look! Sealing the root canal was a success :)