homework

Only two photography classes left. Still working on "tools". A paint brush is a tool so I asked my friend, Lynne, who is an art teacher to do a bit of painting while I took some photos. I dug out some old Crayola paints & she did some magic with them that I didn't know they could do. She had fun playing & I had a great time too. And I was very pleased with my photos.

Lynne's family

My friend, Lynne, had both of her childeren, Kris & Emily, home for Thanksgiving. A rare occasion since they live in other states. So when Lynne asked if I could take some pictures of her family I agreed partly to see her kids & grandkids again. Dorothy, her mother, & Tom, a brother, were part of the holiday group too.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Don took this photo at the ranch this past weekend. From a second floor window of the house he captured this shot of three wild turkeys walking through the yard. I love how he included the winding driveway in the background.
I am thankful for so many things this year. Today I am especially thankful to have my kids joining us around the dinner table. May your day be blessed as well.

Mary's family

"peanut"

Aka Avery. She is the granddaughter of Mary, one of my coworkers. I went to Mary's home yesterday to take some family photos before their Thanksgiving dinner. It's my fourth year of taking their pictures. Avery is two now. She has a zillion expressions & I love them all. And her big brown eyes. Check them out . . .

the accordion

Don's father, Art, collected accordions at one time. I don't know how many he had. I never heard him play either. I don't think he ever mastered it to want to play for an audience. Over time he got rid of them. At least I thought he had. Last weekend Don pulled one out of an upstairs bedroom closet. I felt like we'd found buried treasure. I hefted the suitcase downstairs & checked it out. I love all the buttons & shiny surfaces. I even got the straps around my shoulders & got it to play . . . badly of course since I've never played an accordion before. I worried that the bellows would crack from old age & dryness but they didn't. I got it back into its suitcase & closed the lid. I'll let Don hoist it back up the stairs.