Photography is magic. I made the cage disappear.
Does this outfit make me look fat?
I’m outta here!
What happens on the merry-go-round, stays on the merry-go-round.
Set me free. And if I come back to you, I am yours . . . to lock up again.
Flowers are Nature’s fireworks.
Here, the Great White Heron is primping for his red carpet appearance.
What makes you feel young again?
I wasn’t your usual kid. The carnival didn’t impress me. It was dusty and loud. The rides seemed unsafe. Except for cotton candy, the food was forgettable. But for a photographer, the carnival is a treasure chest. Neon lights. Smiling children. The scarred faces of carnies. Stuffed animals and rubber duckies. It’s all visual cotton candy! I snap pictures incessantly, hopping and skipping like the normal kid I finally have become at 46.
Which is more beautiful, the butterfly or the flower?
The horror of fish out of water.
New superstition: “Beware the white cat.”
Take a lesson from the goat. This is how you pose for the camera.
Where she went, nobody knows.
It took me eight, long hours to choose a name for my blog that would sound spontaneous, thus achieving the opposite of Zen.