Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Come To Join Us For Supper, Have You?

Sorry guys, I'm breaking out of my floral color scheme for a moment. :) I've got a few shots I'd like to share before I forget they existed.

This little one tried to join us for salad. It's not the best picture, but the personality in it made me giggle. 

Again, enter the anti-bread, anti-diary curse. This time with much, much better results. :3 

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Purple's the New Sexy

On the art-o'-meter, I am DEEPLY displeased with the above shot. I generally don't like hard lighting for flora & fauna- I try to save that for dramatic portraits. However, in all honesty, I was being a lazy bum, so I didn't take any other good purple shots. Feel free to maim me, but try to avoid my camera arm if you please.  

But see? Ta-da! Perfect!

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

DA Portfolio

As a few choice of you might know, I also have a Deviantart account- not near as much photography is on there as on here to be sure, but it's still helping to put me out there. More recently, I discovered DA portfolios. :) I have to say, the set up is a LIFESAVER. Very simple, easy to understand, a good showcase- it's everything a good portfolio should be.  Due to my g*wd-awful internet connection, it'll probably be a while before I get my best pieces up and loaded, but I do have a few. Critique would be appreciated, as usual! 


Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Creativity is Crimson

Nursery Rhymes

And so it begins. The flower pandemic. 

You see, my poor unfortunate dearies, this seems to be the year of the macro for me. Macro + Oregon Spring/Summer + sadistic gardening mother = FLOWERS EVERYWHERE. 

And so, you simply must know that it was fairly... unavoidable, shall I say? On the other hand, at  least I'm learning. :) Learning is good. And so, to pass by this latest nursery hunt much less painfully (I hope at least), I'm going to chunk this petaled babies up by color.

Be prepared, you poor things.   

Wednesday, June 6, 2012


This poor little guy had half is wing torn off. I found him within a foot from my droolly hound of destruction, and had no choice but to swoop him and save him. I'm glad I did, but boy, was he mad.