PINK....It's cotton candy...

and bubble gum

and little girls

especially baby little girls

Pink is romantic and chariming

like roses from your lover at the airport

It conveys playfulness (hot pink flamingoes)

and tenderness (pastel pinks).

When I think of pink I think of my good friends, Gigi, Stephanie and Jamie.

pink in the evening sunsets in Florida

I've never saw blue like that before

When people are sad they say they are blue, however here is a different preception....

Today we took a walk up the street

We picked a flower and climbed a hill above the lake

Secret thoughts, you said aloud,

We watched the faces in the clouds

Until the clouds have blown away

Were we ever somewhere else u know It's hard to say

I never saw a blue like that before
Across the sky,

around the world

You're giving me all u have and more

No one else has ever shown me how

To see the world the way I see it now,

oh I never saw a blue like that

I can't believe
A month ago, I was alone I didn't know u,

I've never seen you, or heard your name
And even now, I'm so amazed it's like a dream
It's like a rainbow, it's like the rain

Some things are the way they are and words just can't explain

oh I, I've never saw blue like that

More Red

Christmas and Valentines Day wouldn't be the same without Red

Red...the Colour of Love

This picture reminds me of Wizard of Oz .....There is no place like Home.

I see Red

Red....

The most emotionally intense color, red stimulates a faster heartbeat and breathing. It is also the color of love. Red clothing gets noticed and makes the wearer appear heavier. Since it is an extreme color, red clothing might not help people in negotiations or confrontations. Red cars are popular targets for thieves. In decorating, red is usually used as an accent. Decorators say that red furniture should be perfect since it will attract attention. Red is often used in restaurant decorating schemes because it is an appetite stimulant.

Mr Toad's Wild Ride

'They reached the carriage-drive of Toad Hill to find, as the Badger had anticipated, a shiny new motor-car, of great size, painted a bright red (Toad's favorite colour), standing in front of the house. As they neared the door it was flung open, and Mr Toad, arrayed in goggles, cap, gaiters, and enormous overcoat, came swaggering down the steps, drawing on his gauntleted gloves.'

Stepped right out of the classic story Wind in the Willows, was my 18 year old son. He normally doesn't like to have his picture taken, however at the moment, he came to me and said "Take my picture."

What a fun experience I was blessed with.

Sorrow

I started my emotion journey through pictures with Joy so I figured it would be perfect to do the opposite...

Sorrow: an emotion of great sadness associated with loss or bereavement;

I found the most expressive faces around are children. These few picture are the children of the future showing their true unhappiness, their sorrows. Here they aren't in any physical pain, just feeling great sadness. Think about the things that make a child cry....

1. Hungry ( Do we shed tears for the hungry people of the world?)
   
2. Tired ( Do we shed tears for those who have no where to sleep?)


3. Lonely ( Do we shed tears for those left alone when a loved one dies?)
   
4. Dirty ( Do we shed tears for those who live in poverty with nothing but dirty water?)
   
   

Just some thoughts to ponder about.....

Joy

Today I was asked if this blog is about photography or my life story. I was offended at first. However then I thought about it and realized not everyone 'gets' it. Here is what I mean. I don't take a photo because something is beautiful or pretty. I take the photograph because of what I feel. It's not about what you see with your eyes it's what you see with your heart. I feel what the camera sees. It's about framing a moment in time. It's about capturing an emotion forever.

I decided that the new few posts would be about just that...emotions. So the first one I wanted to share is "Joy".

Joy (noun)
1.the emotion of great delight or happiness caused by something exceptionally good or satisfying; keen pleasure; elation: She felt the joy of seeing her son's success.
2.a source or cause of keen pleasure or delight; something or someone greatly valued or appreciated: Her prose style is a pure joy.

Here I am sharing 4 photographs for you to see. I believe I have captured the meaning of joy in them. When I look at these photos I get this amazing feeling. It reminds me Colbie Caillat song Bubbly.

I've been awake for a while now you've got me feelin like a child now cause every time i see your bubbly face i get the tinglies in a silly place
It starts in my toes makes me crinkle my nose where ever it goes i always know that you make me smile please stay for a while now just take your time where ever you go

colours

It's amazing how some days one can be on top of the world and other days at the bottom. I'm not talking about tragic events or horrible things happening. I'm talking about generally feeling 'full of happiness' and other days (for no reason at all) feeling 'full of sadness'. It's like someone took the colour out of the sky. Like the world became dull and lifeless. How one day the smallest things can make you smile and other days nothing can bring that smile to your face.

On that September day when the first of these pictures was taken, I was having a 'bad' moment, yet in my tears I seen amazing colours. It made me feel new and alive. That even in the darkest moments there is a light.

On the December day when the second of these pictures was taken, I was a having a grand day. I felt full of life and ready to conquer the world. Yet the picture looks dark and full of sadness.

Isn't life full of surprizes!

Seasons of Time

The first page in this wonderful magazine my best friend gave me for Christmas had these amazing words...

'I was thinking the other day how like a magic wand a camera can be. Like a wizard, a photographer can point a camera at something and stop time, capturing a moment forever - or even more powerfully, transform what it sees into something totally unrecognizable.'

It made think of these three photos. Just by my house is this little walking bridge. It crosses not a river or a stream but more of a run off of water. Most people look at this running water as nothing special it's just a trickle of water separating the little sports centre island from the city. However what I see is an amazing view. Natural beauty in the middle of the city. As you can see I have stood on that little bridge and photographed fall, summer and yesterday I caught winter.

When the sun melts the snow and the trees start to bud I will know that spring has come. At that time I will walk once again to that bridge and finish my collection of Seasons of Time.