Hobbies – 365 Week 3

January 21, 2012January 7, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

For my 365 Project this week, I featured shots that illustrated some of my favorite pastimes, my hobbies. The pic of my Chocolate Lab snoozing depicts my love of a good nap. If you thought I would include a shot of myself sleeping, all drooling and bad bed head... yeah, that just wasn't gonna happen. … Continue reading Hobbies – 365 Week 3

Old friends

January 20, 2012January 6, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 11 Comments

Hello my old friends Any new stories to tell? It’s been a long time Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL. In an effort to fulfill a promise to myself, I visited my local public library for some new (to me) books. And! I've been reading them.

Staying local

January 15, 2012January 10, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 25 Comments

Stayed close to home again this weekend. I spent the morning at a few local parks, trying to find something new, or a different angle on something old. I also successfully completed Week 2 of my 365 Project. (Photos shot with a Nikon D60, using an 18-55mm, 55-200mm, 20mm f/2.8 wide-angle, 50mm f/1.8 prime lens, … Continue reading Staying local

Project 365 – Week 2

January 14, 2012 ~ Tara R. ~ 17 Comments

Week two completed! I'm thinking that if I shift my thinking away from taking a daily photo for a year, and instead focus on each week separately, this project won't seem so daunting. I may try some weekly themes. Any suggestions or requests ~ within reason ~ are welcome. This project is re-enforcing an old habit … Continue reading Project 365 – Week 2

Lucky

January 13, 2012November 13, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 7 Comments

Black cats, crack'd mirrors Triskaidekaphobia* Where's my lucky charm? Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL. Today is Friday the Thirteenth... my fingers are crossed that it's a good day. * a fear of the number 13

Honeysuckle tears

January 12, 2012January 5, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 16 Comments

Outside on the lanai, under rented white canopies, mason jars filled with sun-brewed sweet tea sit untouched on the table. Tears of condensation roll down the glass, leaving wet circles on the old linen cloth. Gran's tatted lace doilies, yellow and wilted with age, hang forlornly from the backs of the chairs. The stifling gloom … Continue reading Honeysuckle tears