Wednesday, May 27, 2009

A light in the dark

Here's some night photos I've taken over the past several years.




Trevor's 4th birthday





I love how you can see where the car braked because some idiot was standing in the middle of the road at 2:44 in the morning (yes, it was as cold as it looks).




I'm really glad I didn't burn down the haystack when I was taking these pictures.




I took this picture.
That's basically another way of saying I'm awesome.




This picture is of Montpelier from M hill. I just turned off the flash on my point and shoot and scanned across the valley.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Everyone else is stuck in a meeting, but I'm not...

Hey all,

I'm starting a blog (obviously). My main reason for starting this is to show off my photography, so here's some photos.


The other day I was stuck at the Questa Ranger District offices in New Mexico while Mom, Dad, Bryce, and Eva were in a host meeting (yes, not even Eva would come play with me), so why'll they were all being boring, I put my macro lense on my camera and went and took these pictures.


Best. Picture. Evar.


Ants are a pain to take pictures of - little buggers won't hold still.



There was this little canal that was only about 2 feet across, and there were tons of spiders sitting on the webs they had spanning this canal. I even saw one eating a fly... unfortunately that was while my camera was locked in the car.


Eva... after the meeting was over.



The day before I took these pictures I watched Harold and Maude, so this quote was fresh on my mind:

Maude: "What flower would you like to be?"
Harold: "I don't know. One of these, maybe."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because they're all alike."
"Oooh, but they're not. Look. See, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some even have lost some petals. All kinds of observable differences. You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are this, [she points to a daisy] yet allow themselves be treated as that [she gestures to a field of daisies].