Instagram a Day: Day 9

Cub Scout Belt Loop Extravaganza and I was in charge of the art belt loop. These are some of the drying color mixing paintings the cub scouts did. A fun little lesson in color theory.

One hundred eighty-seven, eight, nine and ninety

All of these shots are from the same shoot. As I went along with this project I found that I used many of the same techniques, always trying to get a different result. Sometimes it was successful, other times not. This particular technique, used in the first two images, is something I came across just

One hundred and seventy-two

This shot was fun. I don’t really remember what possessed me to take this shot, but I remember putting my camera with attached flash and reflector on a chair facing up. I have these sample pieces of colored cellophane that are used to filter and change the color of studio lights. I use them on

One hundred and forty-six

We took the kids to our neighborhood Easter Egg Hunt and they had free sno-cones! Obviously I got a blue one. Ever since I was a kid this was my favorite part of eating flavored ice, having a crazy colored tongue. 🙂 “Every survival kit should include a sense of humor.”  ~Author Unknown

One hundred & twenty-eight

Another paint day; I worked on my son’s fox painting and a painting for my poetry book. Unfortunately this was the last time I worked on either, really need to get back to it. However, working in oils is messy and time-consuming. I really haven’t had a good time to work with it again. I do not like

One hundred & twenty-three

Just trying to get a photo in this day. Nothing special, just messing around with color and the lack there of. Desaturated my face and changed the colors of my lips and hair. It’s a fun technique. Composition isn’t too bad either. “Did you ever stop to think, and forget to start again?”  ~Winnie the Pooh Great

One hundred & twenty-one

After years of wanting to make a spring wreath I finally collected all the necessary supplies to make one. This is obviously me making it. Not the best shot, but documenting the creation of my wreath. “Awake, thou wintry earth – Fling off thy sadness! Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth Your ancient gladness!” ~Thomas Blackburn, “An

Eighty-one

This was a sunny Saturday. My son and I had been at the Killeen Civic Art Guild, working on some art. In front of the building is a courtyard that has a fountain. We decided to stop and take some photos. So here I am sitting in the sun, on the ledge of the fountain,

Seventy-four and seventy-five

It was night. My husband had fallen asleep on the couch. It was very foggy outside and not too cold. I took my tripod and camera out into the mist. It was a magical sort of evening. No one was out. The lights looked  amazing diffused in the fog. I couldn’t stop taking pictures, trying

Sixty-five, sixty-six & sixty-seven

I had done really well with this project until my husband had his complications with his surgery and then it went to H E double hockey sticks. So I cheat a little here and there to try to catch up, even though at this point it’s hopeless. I’ve decided to keep trucking though until I get to 365