Catching Melinda checking in on the new calf that was born two weeks ago. The wee bull is a male and is not normally named as they will be sold at market.
Melinda on the other hand is a keeper. Big Laugh, bigger heart.
The fleeting life of an amateur photographer.
It is, I suppose, my nature to imagine conversations between people that I can see, but can’t hear. And so…
Miss Susan: I want the musicians over here, near the hay. I also want the benches around the walls. You will also need to move the corn grinder out behind the barn.
Mr. Carr: Yes’m.
Miss Susan: And Mr. Carr, I hold you personally responsible to see that the fiddle player has no liquor tonight. I will not have him dancing a jig in his union suit as we did last month.
Mr. Carr: Yes’m!
Miss Susan: Not a single drop, Mr. Carr. If I smell any liquor on that man, you won’t see a single pie the rest of the summer.
Mr. Carr: But…
Miss Susan: Not a drop!
Mr. Carr: Yes’m.
This weekend saw the 7th annual balloon festival in Urbana Ohio. I've never seen a balloon festival, so when my friend, Jim, invited me, I readily agreed.
We got up early to see the morning launch. After having a fine breakfast, we headed to the airport and watched the balloons. The entire experience is beautiful and a little like watching a sporting event in slow motion.
However, the really beauty began when I returned in the evening to watch the balloons glow.
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The middle of June saw the June ball and you know I had no choice, I needed to be there. The gowns and uniforms were gorgeous. So much so that I thought you might want to see the spectacle in color.
That, my dear readers, is the Virginia Reel in full color. Told you that you would want to see the color version. It's almost as if I could read your minds.
I took this image Sunday morning during a dawn drive through our local farm country. When I saw this cloud formation, I stopped the car and got out, camera in hand. The contrasting tones and the shape of the cloud front were what impressed me.
However, being a photographer, I couldn't settle with the beauty that I was looking at. The colors and light were not enough. I wasn't satisfied.
I wanted to see it in black and white. I knew that those tones would be spectacular in B&W. Sometimes color can get in the way of a great image, even when it is gorgeous. So, as soon as I downloaded the pictures, I made the conversion.
What do you think? Have you ever looked at a scene and just knew that it would make an impressive B&W image?