Oh I am such a bad blogger

I just want to go on record as saying my intentions were awesome - it was life that got in the way, LOL.

I have several new layouts half done - several more done but needing photos and/or journaling and not a single one ready for anything. So my sincere apologies folks.

I am so proud of Leica Forrest - I have so very very lucky to watch her scrapping style grow develop and take from a hobbyist to a full fledged Designer for several ventures. I would love to stand up and applaud her for making it to the top of the heap and continuing up to the mountain top. I know it won't be long before I am standing in line to get her autograph and say do you remember me from....................................... LOL. Love you Leica.

Tonight I dropped off my daughter and went for a country drive lured by the stunning sunset that was painted on a cloud canvas for me to enjoy. I drove closer hoping to get even a more spectacular view beyond the trees. Well the truth is......... I got more than I had dreamt of. I was treated to one of those rare tranquil moments on a cities edge. The evening was wonderful, the
and it was not just a display of color and shape it was a masterpiece not to be captured again - well just not that way.
There were two ponds one on either side of the rode. In the one were ducks and two incredibly brave and friendly muskrats that performed for me both in and out of the water. I shot many pictures of the friendly fellas both the big and small one. However, not a one was in focus. There were ducks calling to each other then the excited honking of a flock of Canada Geese as they flew past, encouraging those that were perhaps tiring after a long day of flying southward.


If that wasn't enough, the moon came out and provided me with a spectacular photo opportunity of its own. Then while I was standing there trying to stay still enough a long lonely howl of the lonsome coyote looking for a friend to spend the night with. I have not heard that amazing call of the wild in a lot of years. The hair on the back of my neck raised but in a reassuring and wonderful way. Assuring me that as much as life changes there is always the call of the wild to bring you back to your roots.


I know that I have lots to learn to technically master twilight and low light photography but I am grateful for the opportunity that we only have to be willing to see, hear, and enjoy .