The Story of the Light, No. 134

134365: In Living Color

I visited a local cemetery to see how the autumn colors are coming along. They need more time.

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The Story of the Light, Day No. 133

133/365: Might be Time to Make Something

I seldom make time for beading these days, but with plenty of raw materials, I might dive in again.

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The Story of the Light, Day No. 128

128/365: Visitor at My Door

After a short trip up the road with my camera, I noticed—just barely—this little creature at my door.

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The Story of the Light, Day No. 127

127/365: Heart of Glass

This rose is the same one I photographed yesterday, but the color looks quite different—the result of lighting and Lightroom adjustments.

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The Story of the Light, Day No. 126

126/365: Old Fashioned

The day brought glorious sunlight early in the morning, but dark clouds most of the afternoon, so I decided it was a good time to practice my flash photography.

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The Story of the Light, Day No. 125

125/365: Little Apple Picker

My daughter had just finished her pony ride at the apple festival when this little guy caught my eye.

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The Story of the Light, Day No. 124

124/365: Outside My Window

The calendar tells me that I should not be surprised that the leaves outside are losing their green, but I am.

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The Story of the Light, Day No. 123

123/365: Herman and Walt

I try to get at least two pages read in these books before I go to sleep each night. I'm about halfway through Moby-Dick, but am just getting started on Whitman's poetry.

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The Story of the Light, Day No. 120

120/365: Found Out Front

Golf balls in the bushes, clubs in the living room, and tees in the dryer: that's the way it is around here.

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The Story of the Light, Day No. 119

119/365: Out on a Limb

This little dragonfly seemed to like having its picture taken. It would land, stay long enough for me to get a shot or two, fly around, land again, stay a little while. We developed a lovely, albeit short-lived, relationship.

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The Story of the Light, Day No. 115

115/365: Clay Play

A few days ago, I bought a tub of air dry clay. The kids have been pestering about it ever since. Today, I let them have at it.

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