Dinner

Shot Glass

When my colleague spoke about buying more glass, I thought drinking glass. Then, I thought shot glass. Silly me, clearly she was speaking about camera lenses. How could I be so daft? It is about the LENS, baby! The lens is the photographers only friend. The lens does not demand a refund, or complain that it is too FAT. The lens accepts the world. Imperfections and all.

Suburban Archaeologist

I am so excited to present my new photo series entitled SUBURBAN ARCHAEOLOGIST. I will be photographing that which is tossed into my driveway each week. Right? As gross as it is, I am turning my utter irritation at the Arlington litter bug, into art. In doing so, I hope to find humor and interest in what the careless, lazy person drops onto my property. This week an interesting assortment:

Broken watering container

Over due health insurance notice from two towns away

Dust mask

Two balls

French fry container

Lottery scratch ticket (of course it is a winner!)

Egg shells

Cheeseburger (I admit to adding that last week, but no animal will touch it!)

Shampoo/cream sample

Taking Notes

Am I to find her climbing up the walls this vacation week? Off the walls? Off the walls? How odd, but this image is more a self-portrait. Parent. Home with child. Home with the love of my life. Yet...day seven. Seven days into this retreat. Cabin fever. Yes I am off the walls. My whirley girl is just fine.

Self Portrait