A beautiful day at the beach. It was September of this year, and I was on vacation in North Captiva, Florida with a couple of my girlfriends.
We watched as the approaching storm came in from the ocean. The clouds were a magnificent dark blue and menacing black with patches of white and silver. The water was an incredible emerald and forest green. We debated if we needed to pack up and head home.
We packed our stuff and headed home, not because of the storm, but because we were all out of wine.
Okay, so that is what I call this photo. But isn’t at all what is going on here.
I sat down on the path so that I could use my macro lens to take photos of the nasturtium.
I heard quite a disturbance and looked up to see my cat Henry chasing my beagle, Betsy down the path.
If you look behind Betsy, you can barely see Henry’s feet. I took the shot just as Betsy was looking over her shoulder to see if she was still being chased.
Stolen kisses from Henry and Joey
It was early morning, late spring. Fog was heavy as I walked down the pathway leading from my studio back to the house. I captured this moment between my two boys.
Henry is on the left and Joey on the right.
A gentle greeting by the old and the young. Can you guess which is the older and which the younger?
We had stopped along the drive in Yellowstone National Park, because we saw buffalo and wanted to take a few pictures.
He was a large dark-eyed mean looking fellow and he meant business. I crept closer and closer to get a photo. I was hiding behind a stand of trees, for protection. Much to my husband and the rest of my companions dismay – they thought I was getting too close. I had my way with him and turned to leave.
As I was coming back through the opening of the trees I spotted the rainbow – a truly magnificent moment, I almost missed.
This photo is available for purchase at KCritzer Photography
Rain is falling and there are many things that I should be doing today.
Not, starting a new blog.
Rain is coming down in buckets and I’ve been pretty happy caught up in my daydreams and I never have been good at domestic chores.
Our house is an old farm-house with hand-rolled glass windows. Taking a photo through wavy glass of rain falling isn’t the smartest thing. This is the view from behind my computer screen, out the window across the front porch and towards the ginormous hemlock that stands sentinel.
Words don’t always come easily for me.
Sometimes I say and write things that I later regret.
My photos do not give me remorse.