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Photo Feature Wednesday: NC State Fair

Wednesday, October 21st, 2015

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I have a love/hate relationship with state fairs.

On the one hand, there is so much color, light, people-watching–it’s an (amateur) photographer’s dream come true. It’s honestly one of my favorite places to take pictures.

On the flip side, the waiting, the whining, the wading through crowds…not on the top of my list for state fair experiences.

This year, as a Welcome to Raleigh boost for our kids, we decided to take them to the NC State Fair. (I’m still debating the merits of this decision.) There were some HIGHS and some definite LOWS, but in the end, I got some really GOOD pictures, which is why I go. (Though I have to admit, soaring down the SuperSlide with Jonathan in a potato sack was well worth it.)

Enjoy the photos. You only get to see the good ones, not the waiting or whining or wading (though that would be an interesting documentary project–maybe next year!). It’s the Internet, for goodness sakes, we only report the happy stuff.

 

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Notice 13-year-old on the left. How do you know he’s 13? The cool sideways cap.

 

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Who are the crazy people that ride this thing?

Who are the crazy people that ride this thing?

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Look, even dad came to the fair!

Look, even dad came to the fair!

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And, last but not L E A S T, my very favorite picture from the state fair wasn’t even taken by me; it’s a rogue shot by Aidan:

 

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What a clown… I mean, gecko?!

 

Which one is your favorite?

So long, NC State Fair. Thanks for the memories. I would say Until Next Year, but I don’t think there will be a Next Year. We need to recover. : )

Photo Feature Wednesday on Tuesday: Liz + Iris

Tuesday, October 21st, 2014

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I’ve been wanting to post these pictures for a long time, but have been bogged down with life’s to-do list. So, I’m making the most of the free time I have today to post them, since I don’t know what tomorrow holds.

This was my first spin at newborn photography, and I was sweating at the end. I call it photographer acrobatics–the twisting, turning, and crouching involved to get good shots, especially of a baby.

I’m always a little nervous about shooting indoors, since I’m not a professional and don’t carry lighting equipment with me. But there was a window in baby Iris’ room that let in the most beautiful natural light. I think the photos of Liz + Iris next to the window are my favorite shots. When I first saw them, I gasped.

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Iris and her dad had some pretty sweet moments as well. Trent was a natural at holding her.

 

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No newborn shoot is  complete without one photo of the baby crying, though I have to say, Iris was a champ. She was awake for two full hours and only cried once briefly. Maybe she wanted Luke’s jellybean?

 

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Even when she cries, she’s cute.

 

To see the full gallery, click on the gallery below.  Or go to my Life in Pictures tab to see this gallery as well as other photos I’ve taken.

 

Photo Feature Wednesday: Life’s a Beach

Wednesday, September 3rd, 2014

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Good Wednesday morning!

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a photo gallery on Photo Feature Wednesday.

In honor of the end of summer (sniffle, sniffle), I’m posting the pictures of our beach vacation with Duane’s family in Oak Island, NC.

 

I hope you enjoy, and let me know in the comments below what your favorite summer activity, vacation, experience, etc. was this year.

“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”
― John Lubbock, The Use Of Life

Photo Feature Thursday: For the Love of Flowers

Thursday, May 22nd, 2014

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Ack, this week has been crazy; hence, Photo Feature Thursday instead of the usual Wednesday.

I’m very excited to post this gallery today. I had the privilege of documenting the work of a friend’s local flower business, For the Love of Flowers. I caught up with Dottie Edwards and Kim Jagoda (co-owners) as they were prepping for a weekend wedding with a woodland theme. Both of them are extremely talented with a keen eye for the creative arrangement of flowers. Here’s the proof:

 

 

If you’re in the Asheville area and you need flowers for any occasion, look them up! You can contact them through their For the Love of Flowers website.

Happy Thursday (it’s almost Friday).

Photo Feature Wednesday: New Orleans

Wednesday, April 16th, 2014

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It’s that time again…Photo Feature Wednesday, starring my photos from our recent trip to New Orleans. Enjoy.

It’s such a lovely place, my heart hurts.

 

 

Photo Feature Wednesday: the Carl Sandburg House

Wednesday, March 26th, 2014

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Last weekend, our family and Duane’s parents went to Flat Rock, NC to visit the Carl Sandburg house. Abby’s teacher entered a poem that she wrote into the Carl Sandburg Student Poetry Contest. I am THRILLED to report that she won second place for her poem, Day Shadows to Night Brightness. Abby has always loved to write and as she gets older, it’s obvious that she has a unique way with words. Here’s the poem she wrote; I’m biased, but I think it’s really beautiful.

By: Abby Davis February 24, 2014

Day Shadows to Night Brightness

When I touch my downy blonde hair, I know I am awake.
My yawn feels as if it reaches the edges of the Earth.
The early mornings somber darkness obscures the morning birds angelic song.
My sleepy eyes want to close.
My mind races back throughout yesterday and I push my achy body off of my SUDDENLY springy bed.
I feel strong, even though the loudest quiet is going on in the world around me.
Today’s first sun rays gleam through my window and I am ready.
I thrust myself forward for whatever challenges come my way.
Good morning light.
Movement

Lanky with wavy brown curls that roll down her bony back
Her tan skin is coated with piles of tears carrying sad memories, showering like waterfalls.
Shy. Words locked in her head, heard by no one but her own soul.
Our words were blocked out by the pain she felt underneath the radiant yellow monkey bars.
Dark shadows in her life were ones we hadn’t experienced.
The second came when she overheard the laughter of friendly conversation.
A smile hung on the corners of her mouth, visible but far from full.
Beneath the luminous yellow monkey bars all of our worlds became brighter.
She smiled and said, “Hi.”
Movement

Malicious customers, counting dollars, loud bawls from annoying little babies
She shouts. She is done, she says, done and storms off.
The corner she finds herself in is filled with dust and cobwebs.
That is what she feels in her heart; dusty, dusty cobwebs.
One chocolate cupcake, beautiful orange frosting, scattered sprinkles
“Happy Birthday,” he says.
She laughs. She laughs like there is nothing in the world that can stop her.
Tears explode that have been bundled up behind her eyes.
Not sad, happy, extremely happy.
She screams of joy and lifts him off of his feet, eating it lightheartedly.
Movement

I bounce back on my springy bed, downy blonde hair sprawling across my pillow.
After all I have seen today, my eyelids flutter to the tune of a heavenly bird song and close peacefully.
The memories drift into my head painting a smile, an image of things I have learned.
There is strength in each part of each day, every situation filled with emotion.
The day’s events each made me feel heartbroken while its happy moments mended the broken pieces.
You can’t have happy without sad because light pours out of darkness.
Dark shadows give way to bright smiles; dusty cobwebs are swept away with life’s beautiful frosting.
Somehow, somber darkness always releases an angelic heavenly song.
The darkness of the night sky will be illuminated by the light that shines in the morning.
Giving all things a chance to reflect, to experience, to start over…dark to light
Goodnight.
Constant movement

 

Photo Feature Wednesday: Cold Mountain

Wednesday, February 19th, 2014


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Just like everywhere else on the East Coast, it’s been cold and snowy this winter.

Perfect time to grab the camera to practice getting a proper exposure of snow. Cameras don’t really like snow. Think of your eyes when you walk into a bright room or look up at the sun. You can’t keep your eyes wide open; you squint. Cameras do the same thing in snow. That’s why a lot of pictures that you see of snow have a kind of gray cast to them. You have to tweak the settings on your camera a bit to let it know: Hey, don’t shut down; I need you to let some more light in. I had the most success capturing the pure white of the snow (on a sunny day) with an exposure compensation of +1. Anyway, blah..blah..blah. You just want to see the pics, I know.

 

Hope you’re digging out of the snow where you are. It’ll be close to 60º here all week. Ahhhhh……

Photo Feature Wednesday: January Hike

Wednesday, January 22nd, 2014

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Good morning. Happy Wednesday. It’s about 10 degrees where I live. How’s the Polar Vortex been treating you?
My mom just texted that it’s in the 20s in New Orleans. I’m pretty sure that’s never happened EVER. Crazy.

Stay warm and wear your long johns!

Speaking of staying warm, just about 36 hours ago, the thermometer was pushing 60–a perfect day for a hike with baby on back and kids in tow.

Here are a few pictures from our hike in Dupont State Forest.

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Photo Feature Wednesday: Portrait of an Artist

Wednesday, December 11th, 2013

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She arrived ten minutes late, apologizing profusely while she pulled out a large canvas from the back seat of her car. “I don’t mind,” I said. She looked frazzled. She had just come from the print shop. “It took longer than I thought,” she said. She also stopped by the post office to send paintings off to the people who loved them and bought them from her. She was experiencing mild separation anxiety.

“Can I help you?” as she fumbled with the canvas and her supplies. No. She had it. I got the feeling she was used to scrambling.

We walked from the parking lot into Wedge studio, down the hall to her tiny studio space that she shares with a sculptor. The sculptor wasn’t there–only Cheyenne and me.

She set down her things and I pulled out my camera. While I fiddled with my equipment, Cheyenne turned on soft piano music in the background. The studio, the music, the paints changed her demeanor—calming her anxiety.

She had painter’s clothes on. Jeans and clogs splattered with paint and an olive green shirt faded from multiple washes. No makeup, though her hair was neatly combed. She drank coffee out of a Spiderman mug.

I spent the next three hours watching her work with modest supplies- No. 2 pencils, pastels, paints out of squeeze tubes mixed together in a tin pan. We talked along the way. I heard about her life as an artist- her schooling, her teachers, and her inspiration. The natural landscape–created by God– speaks something deep into her soul. She names her paintings with titles like: He Restores My Soul and If I Kneel Down and Wait Will You Paint my Spirit Gold? Her heart speaks to God through the paint.

I was struck by her humble beauty–the lack of pretense. No look-at-how- great-I-am or how-wonderful-my-paintings-are (which they ARE, by the way). She simply worked, creating something beautiful in the mundane out of the overflow of a pensive heart.

Documenting Cheyenne and her art through pictures was one of the highlights of my year. Not only because her work provided beautiful photo opportunities, but because I got to see her as an artist and a person. The camera captured a REAL LIFE in action.

Real life in pictures with real people– that’s the beauty that speaks to my soul.

Cheyenne Paints

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**Cheyenne’s website is under construction, but in the mean time find her on Facebook @ Cheyenne Trunnell Ethereal Landscape Paintings.

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