I’m going to learn the shit out of this camera and rock it.
It. Is. Time
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Nikon d80
Polar opposites
This little dude, I mean big dude, is in the children’s discovery corner of the Natural History Museum. This wasn’t from our trip there yesterday but sometime last year.
I wanted to give this big guy a hug yesterday, too, but I didn’t want the school children that were on a field trip to be weirded out.
Super women
Ah…four super ladies.
There’s my Flannery, then me (let’s forget the hair, please). Then my gramma; maker o’ the finest quilts. Everything all gramma-ie and more. Super Grandwoman. Then my momma. My super woman.
Here’s to two more generations of super women in the making.
Happy boy
Ernest loves anything construction. He can even go right to the correct shelf in the children’s library that holds all the nonfiction digger books. As a mom of a boy with such a fascination I actually had to learn the difference between a backhoe, an excavator and bulldozer. (go ahead, ask me! I can tell you about dinosaurs, too!)
We went to Arizona last year and we met a man who worked for John Deere for hundreds of years. And, he just so had a bunch of equipment on his property.
So here’s my little man, as excited as excited can get, for being able to sit on a backhoe. And grater. Oh, and a tractor.
Me
My husband snapped this photo from the Nikon d80 at the Super Bowl party. I blacked and whited it.
Friday montage – San Fran trip
Writing in a tiny little restaurant. Luckily my husband said he didn’t mind me carrying around my partner in word crime.
Sweet! A flower stand on a street corner! Never in SoCal.
China Town. And one of many, many, MANY hills.
You know I had to get my feet in there. Of course, I would have taken more, but it ended up I wore these almost our whole trip.
Alcatraz. Freaky place.
The crookedest street I’ve ever seen. I’m afraid of heights…luckily the sidewalks had railings.
You know it. Lombard Street.
Yours truly after a brisk, freezing run across the Golden Gate Bridge. Did I mention freezing?
In between a pocket of rain at Washington Square. The sun shone on the rain drops. Gorgeous.
My new office. Well, it would be rad if it was.
Some pretty purple flowers in the middle of a forest…of homes and ummm, forest.
Some little leaves I collected down the trek to Fisherman’s Wharf. Definitely Autumn.
These poor birds had been mutilated. By what, I have no idea, but most of them were missing toes and feet. And they wanted our crackers. I obliged.
These were all taken with a Nikon D80. And not all by me. Ok, none of them by me (except the last one). From my husband. He carried the dSLR and I carried my iPad.
