The Story of the Light, Day No. 94

94/365: Airborne

Sam and Henry find ways to pass the time whenever they have to wait for their friend and his mom to pick them up.

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The Story of the Light, Day No. 87

87/365: Catholics in Action

I got better shots of my boys playing volleyball (using the fence as a net), but none were as quirky and amusing than this.

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The Story of the Light, Day No. 86

86/365: Black and White

Some of the rosebushes in my garden were gifts from friends. The one that produced this lovely, fragrant beauty was given to me by Frank after I told him that I was trying to acquire one rosebush for each year we've lived in this house. Right now, I'm two years behind, but I'm confident I'll catch up.

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The Story of the Light, Day No. 85

85/365: Fluid Lines

We generally have drinking straws in the house now. I'm not sure how that came about, but apparently drinks like milk and water taste better when they've traveled through a tube of plastic.

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The Story of the Light, No. 84

84/365: Molten

The Himalayan pink salt lamp (a metal basket filled with chunks of the salt and a small lightbulb) casts a beautiful glow.

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The Story of the Light, Day No. 83

83/365: Homegrown

We planted tomatoes, lettuce, and pumpkins a little late in the season, but so far, everything is growing well.

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The Story of the Light, Day No. 81

81/ 365: Of the Moment

This is a four-shot, in-camera multiple exposure image created with intentional camera movement. My efforts with these techniques don't always pay off, but when they do, the failures get forgotten.

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The Story of the Light, Day No. 80

80 Resting Place

This bee was there in the rose this morning. It moved slightly when I touched it, but as far as I can tell, it never left that flower.

Wait. It's now 10:30 at night. I just went outside with a flashlight. The bee is clinging to the side of the flower, and when I touched it with the flashlight, it moved its back leg as if to say, "Get lost."

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