In My Dreams

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painterly-hydrangeas6708My perfect day would be sunny (around 72 degrees), with a slight breeze to cool my face without ruffling the flowers I’m trying to photograph. It would include good coffee, a perfect apple muffin, and no time constraints.

Most days aren’t like that, though, so I take them as they come.  Photography sometimes calls for a detour, too.  An image may look great on my camera’s LCD screen, but stink when I load it onto my Mac at home. Certain images beg to be used as is; others ask for a little tweaking or in the case of the images I’m sharing today–a total makeover. I don’t know why I paint some and leave others alone, but I suspect it has something to do with the mood I’m in on any given day. Using an aging version of Photoshop CS and my trusty Wacom tablet, I like to stretch the boundaries of natural color by adding a little paint here and a layer or two of texture there.

In my dreams, fields of flowers never droop or turn brown. Hydrangea petals display colors unheard of in a Crayola box. Waterscapes reflect a sky in ever-changing, shimmery hues. Yes, it’s stretching the truth a bit for you purists who prefer your art perfectly genuine and true to nature, and I halfheartedly apologize. But for those of you who enjoy a surreal detour now and then and find it fun to experiment with color, this post is for you.

This side of heaven, I can still dream, can’t I?

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A Thanksgiving Psalm

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Thanksgiving always sends my thoughts hurrying back through time to the sights and smells and sounds of that special day. I’m grateful for parents who provided all we needed as a family, but most of all I’m grateful that they taught me that material possessions aren’t what life is all about. Our Stuff is just that – stuff.  Things wear out and need repairs. They eventually stop working and get tossed out. Stuff is temporary.

The most precious thing my mom and dad passed on to their six children was a strong faith in God’s ability to see us through any situation. I grew up knowing that He loved me and had a special plan for my life; that friends and even family might fail us, but God would always be there, steady and as predictable as the ocean’s waves rolling in each morning.

May this Thanksgiving give you much to celebrate and ponder. Have a wonderful day – wherever you are!

Alpine Treasure

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“But real action is in silent moments. The epochs of our life are not in the visible facts of our choice of a calling, our marriage, our acquisition of an office, and the like, but in a silent thought by the wayside as we walk; in a thought which revises our entire manner of life…” -Ralph Waldo Emerson
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