I love the rainy season in South Florida. It doesn't rain all day like I remember in California. But it rains every day for a while. Without the interference of neighbors and traffic nearby, I get to enjoy the subtle sounds of the rain as it bounces off the trees and shrubs outside of my bedroom window.
The townspeople pictured had all commissioned the artist to have their portraits incorporated in the murals. Most interesting was the snake someone had paid to have painted at the feet of one of the men known for what else, being a "snake." Just down the street is Painter's Pond Park which was an amazing display of artwork. Once again, the people portrayed were all at one time denizens of the town. 
The differences were accomplished by changing angles and camera settings as they were all taken within minutes of each other. This piece of art sits at the entrance of our local center of the arts. I particularly enjoy texture and architecture so this was a great find which I enjoyed shooting. 
It's hard to describe The Rockies. No matter how you describe them, words can't do justice to their majesty. Much like trying to explain the Grand Canyon. It is only when you add dimension that the eye can appreciate the grandeur of the scene. I did not spot the hikers when I took the photo above. We pulled over on the side of a very small road giving me minutes to take my shot before having to move the vehicle out of the way.
I love nature and it is outdoors that I feel my best. I can't wait to visit Colorado again.
Work has kept me from visiting and exploring online. This week, I forced the issue. The work is still there but I allowed myself time to browse. I found myself enjoying the work of Jose Ramon, Lenscratch, and the fabulously funny Gord is Dead. I am inspired and at the same time content to just admire.
There were several weddings being held at The Addison this Valentine's Day and I could see why. Though I am certain I had the pleasure of photographing the smallest and most it intimate of them all. The Addison lived up to its reputation; the food was perfection, the service impeccable and the surroundings magical. The wedding started late afternoon transitioning quickly to evening. The shadows against well appointed lighting produced a dramatic effect. 
My first trip to Denver brought much delight. I've seen plenty of snow in my time, despite being a SoBe girl but it wasn't the snow that kept me suspended in creativity; it was the town. I like taking night shots, mostly because I am a night person. Everything seems much more interesting in the dark and people in general seem to make a shift to a different mode of thinking, acting, reacting. This being my first night in Denver, my camera hardly left my eye. Other than to savour some Blue Moons.
There was so much more the following weeks but nothing was as magical as that first night. I enjoyed myself to no end but if I have to pick one thing that struck me most about Denver it would have to be the art; it was everywhere!
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
I took advantage of the "Blue Moon" lighting to take some outside off-flash photos. It was a crispy cool beautiful evening and by the time I got back home, my mood was as brilliant as the moon. The sky was full of "rock clouds" that resembled a stone walk in the sky. I played with the setting and was able to get both the mystical cloudy moon as well as the surprisingly clear moon.
"A blue moon (the “second full moon of a month” version) comes around relatively frequently—about every two and a half years. But a New Year’s Eve blue moon may qualify for the saying “once in a blue moon”; the last one came in 1990, and we won’t see another until 2028." UnEARTHED
