I was wondering yesterday, is it possible to walk outside, without a coat, into 32f, and say it is warm out?
For us Alaskans, I suppose it is, as we are seeing signs of spring! The snow is melting, ice is falling from the roofs like cannon shots; rivers are filling to their brims and all the roads are sopping wet. The grey days of winter are slowly fading into hide for next year, and spring’s sun is jumping up!
I wanted to remember my very first year of official photography and all the snowy scenes I’ve learned to capture in a trillion different ways; and share them with ya’ll!
Get ready for a major Winter Blowout!
You might remember these from my very first blog post, “Backyard Winter Photo shoot.”
Light is often very dark during winter, so I had to borrow some from the iPad…
Tak’in on the world like…
Facing the unknown while others watch through a lense.
Faces of winter, that you can find in other blog posts of mine for the whole stories. 🙂
Thank you to Glorianna (left) for being my main model, and bearing with me in all my crazy ideas! Thank you so much Joy (right) (The Art of Life) for taking all the pictures of me and encouraging all my crazy looks and bad modeling!
Well, if you made it down this far, congratulations!! That was almost EIGHTY pictures of mine. I hope you enjoyed, and can now look foreword to some spring photography!
Thank you to The Eclectic Contrarian for this WINDERFUL IDEA!
Thank you to ://bythemightymumford.wordpress.com ,for re-blogging so many of my posts so that others can experience Christ’s light! You hilarious personality and zeal for Christ makes your blogs an extream read and epic adventure worth every letter!
Every photographer, no matter what their main passion is, has at least once tried street photography. March 2nd, was the day I actually first tried this approach. And I have to say, I absolutely LOVED it!! All the emotions, actions, bonds (etc) that you can capture through the lense is just amazing! You hardly think or notice anything else that is going on around you, while you became a real people watcher!
I was a bit hesitant at first, which is only natural. But then, there are cameras everywhere! We live in a time where phones are carried everywhere and the media is like a second world. People all over are constantly being captured on lenses. Besides, if you are at an event, people are going to be more focused on that than who’s videoing or snapping them!
Here are some cute moments I caught:
Much thanks to the CANADIAN military for coming out to keep the tracks well shoveled for us all!
If you would like to know the history of the Iditarod, the routes, fun facts; how the dogs are treated, more pictures, and much more, be sure to check out my other blogs along with videos and links I inserted.
God Bless ya’ll and thank you so much for reading!
Star so bright; star so white // Will you lead me home tonight?
I’ve been locked to these bitter walls/ These chains have bound, my ancestors for far too long
Oh star so bright; star so white // They say you’ll guide me home tonight
My back is red; flowing in passion // Husband of my heart; swing’in on the hang’in tree
Star so bright; oh star so white // Massa says you’re a curse at night
When the coco whistles, my babie’s, they’ll be free / No longer bound; under the sun
Star so birthright; star so white // The moon is shining in your light
My meal is running with worms // Oh from the day’s toil my shoulders do burn
The owl screeches, my babies are warm
Oh star, I am counting on you tonight
This poem is, obviously, about a slave mama during the 1800’s, waiting for the call of those in the woods who will guide her and her children to freedom, and the north. The slaves said, that if you look to the handle of the big dipper in the sky, you’ll find the North Star; and if you keep following it, it’ll guid you to freedom, the North.
Just like how the North Star guided slaves across states and captains through perilous seas, Jesus is waiting there to guid us through our lives. One day, the North Star may burn out, but Jesus is everlasting; with palms wide open for us to grasp and hold close as we walk; they’ll hold you so you can’t trip or fall.
I wanted to portray the Mother in my poem with my photography; however, I did not have the right makeup or editing tools to make Glorianna appear black; so I have tried a new approach, using an oil pant look after I have used all the makeup I could play with. The links will be below.
The caption texts below the images are for you to know the stories behind the photography so that you can see how simple it is to use your own imagination!
One of the things that I think the Iditarod ceremony is most popular for (besides the dogs) is its furry fashion! Each person, it seems, tries to have the most eye-popping “decoration”. This is one of the things that makes the Iditarod so fun for photographers to shoot at!
Enjoy a few of my captures of some of Alaskan’s most craziest people who truly express the wild and carefree atmosphere of the Last Frontier….
Saturday, March 2 was the 111th Iditarod held in Anchorage Alaska. Well, the opening ceremony that is; all the racers assemble in downtown Anchorage for the opening ceremony and then one-by-one mush to the airport where the dogs get put away until Sunday where the race officially starts in Willow AK.
This year was an “odd year” where the mushers will take the southern route, skipping Fairbanks.
On “normal years”, the mushers would use the northern route.
I had a lot of fun being there, and expeshually because I had a camera! I really enjoyed searching the crowds for emotions and styles (etc) and interactions between the mushers and their dogs; as well as how the dogs were feeling. I could explain everything to you in words, but I feel pictures may be able to tell you this story a bit better this time. 🙂
I will be writing several more blog posts on different elements of my Iditarod experience. You can be sure there will be many, many more pictures for me and adorable dogs!
If you would like to know more information and get more in-depth about the routes (etc), I found this website most helpful-https://iditarod.com/about/the-iditarod-trail/
Hope you can join us in Alaska next year for the 112th Iditarod race! 🙂
I had hoped we’de be happy; / But that dream’s too far gone
Lying in a pool of blood; / This gun in my hand. / I killed you with it
Can I take back what I see? / You broke my heart and now you’re gone…
I don’t know why I did it/ You shouldn’t have pushed! / But I was wrong to seek you out
I close the door – leaving the dark to engulf you in. / oh they find me. / Little demons ripping at my heart.
You stay where you are / Don’t come alive. Don’t seek me / I’ll only tear you…apart
I still love you, but I’ve seen what I have become / I’ll change; so not to hurt / But it’s too late for us / Pack up your blood, and travel where you’ll be loved.
I won’t miss…you
It’s a lie
I often find myself writing things like this; I haven’t yet figured out why these works are called! Sometimes I have a vague idea of what I’m writing; but more often the words just flow from me and I don’t really know what I am writing. Afterward, when the flood is gone, I’ll look back over what I wrote, edit it, and then a story behind the words comes to my mind. I think that most of them are from God, as I feel I could ever write these on my own whim!
THE STORY BEHID THE WORK: The ‘writter’ is a woman, standing in a cement room with barred one window that lets blue light seep a little bit through. There is a metal door behind the woman who stands in full black leather…a pistol in her hand. At her feet is someone – a man- laying in his face, dark chrism pooling in a circle around him.
The woman comes from this story I read in Prepeairing to be A Healp Meet by Debi Pearl (link at end of post) and there was a woman who had torn her husband up and down with her words and attitudes until he decided to leave her. Long story short, he ended up finding another to love, who would treat him better.
So in my writing, the killer is a woman, who, represents a wife who has ‘killed’ her man by the words she used.
“Oh curse these hands!” She was supposed to be his helper, to comfort and, we’ll, help him and build him up. But she never used this great gift for him.
“Little demons riling at my heart.” Was originally going to be the police seeking her out; but then I decided it to be memories of what she’s done and the guilt.
“You stay where you are / don’t come alive….” She does not want her man to come back to her; she knows that though she has changed, she wants him to go some where else and be loved. By someone else who will not make the same mistakes that she did and ruin him again.
“I still love you…” Though she loves him desperately, it is the same story as above. She promises to change, but just cannot take the risk of him coming back to her again.
“Pack up your blood….” He has another that will love him; and the woman encourages him to do so. Though she will be angry at him, she just does not want to hurt the man again; let another do what she never did.
I was leaning up against shelves of folded tank tops in Walmart, pushing the shopping cart slightly back and forth with my toe; trying not to look too crazy with TEN loafs of bread, FOUR jugs of milk, SIX dozen eggs, FOUR cases of water (the pipes are full of rust from previous earthquakes.) and a thousand other items that stacked well above the cart while I waited for my Mom to come…. with the second cart. (Struggles of a large family 🙈) An old, bending man came down the isle I was in; pushing his heavy wife in her wheelchair – and a full shopping cart in the other hand! He was rushing around grabbing all the things his wife demanded for him to grab or for her to look at. I was thinking about how sweet this man was, specially as he seemed to be in more pain than his wife in the shopping cart! but I was shocked, his wife was yelling at him and constantly berating him, telling him that he never did anything right and how (litteraly) stupid and irritating he was! She was acting like SHE was better than him and he was stupid. (Often the view of men these days) He husband was being so sweet and not uttering a sing word the interest time, but just going back to the same shelve five times or more until the woman dedcided exactly what color she wanted. I really wanted to just go up to her and say, “If you spent less time trying to fix your man, and just enjoy him for who he truly is; you’ll both be so happy!” Regretfully, I let fear overcome me and I wanted them both leave. I waited for another ten minutes before mom came, in guilt at having missed such an obvious moment form God; then asked him to forgive me and somehow let that woman know the truth!!
Serksuly, nothing more needs to be said; If you STOP trying to FIX you man, and just ENJOY him for who he IS; then you’ll both me SO much more happy! Please, notice how sweet your man TRULY is ladies! It’s always irking me the way society treats men these days; they really are truly trying! Let’s not murder them with our actions and words, and use these hands that were placed in their’s that white day. 🙂
And now some of my photography of Dad (sense I’m not married lol) to express this post….
With graceful fingers he perfectly sculpted the nose to do everything that would keep our lungs beating, pumping the oxygen he also created through the blood and to our heart. With his p mouth he pushed his very own breath into the start of humanity.
Watching, with of so much love He knew they wouldn’t ever grasp, God looked apon the very start of the human race; look forward to spending eternities with his most prized possessions.
Look, if this dude literally created us from a rib and dust, with His own fingers, then can’t he plan our destinies?
We are always so worried about what our futer will hold, and how to get there and accomplish our life’s calling. Why can’t we put our very lives into the palm that held our heart on Day One?
We get upset when things in our life don’t go the way that we want; when we cannot understand what’s happening, or see things in the world that bother us and make us question our creator. While you should totally have questions; just think of this- if God was wise enough the create every vein to do its biddding, the sun to be the perfect distance away from the earth so that life will perfectly grown; the eyes are more complicated than a while octopuse— He created this very body that you are living; can’t He, for Pete’s sake, know what He’s doing with His world, and YOU?
Find more answers in the captions below some of my photography that expresses God’s creation and perfection.
“Will not the Judge of all the earth do right?”
“Do you think anyone is going to be able to drive a wedge between us and Christ’s love for us? There is no way! Not trouble, not hard times, not hatred, not hunger, not homelessness, not bullying threats, not backstabbing, not even the worst sins listed in Scripture: They kill us in cold blood because they hate you. We’re sitting ducks; they pick us off one by one. None of this fazes us because Jesus loves us.”
“So, what do you think? With God on our side like this, how can we lose?”
Have you ever had light so perfect or a subject so spectacular that you just couldn’t ignore your camera staring at you from the bag? (How did it get out)
Yesterday, I had so many things to do, (shower, write 4-11 pages in my novel, make a video etc..) But when I saw Ashly sitting in the windowsill and the winter light becoming softer; I just couldn’t pass up this moment!
Even though I had a million other things to keep me busy, I paused and captured an amazing moment by just stopping and focusing what was in front of me.
We’ve all heard, and read, those people telling us to put our devises down, slow down, and enjoy the little things in life. Well, it does happen to be true; evidence is in these pictures…
So let’s just slow down sometimes and enjoy what God has put right in front of our eyes – these moments won’t always be here; and you’ll cry later in life when you discover that you missed then. Save your tissues please. 😜
When I was little, Valentine’s Day was all about making cards for my friends, (boys included, because we were just little.) and siblings. I would look foreword to this day with anticipation; spending hours in glitter glue, feathers, paper and powdered glitter. Red, pink, purple and yellow swirled around me as I was lost in the joy of finding the perfect words to describe the person to whom the card belonged. I use to say that every Valentine’s Day seemed to only get better!
Then there was the year we were too poor to afford all the valentine materials. So we “skipped” that year. Then another and another…then we moved, so I didn’t have any new friends. (Changed countries!) When I finally did make friends, I was 13 (seriously girl!) and made some for my friends; though I felt too shy and awkward to hand them out—good thing!
Now I’m 16, and because I’ve decided to not date, waiting for the man God has for me; I’m alone on valentines. ( which is awesome cause I get all the chocolate to myself and get the entire bed while I watch a movie) While hearts are flying, and people a’kissing, I’m eating cupcakes alone. Well, not entirely alone. My siblings are all here; so I’m working to make memories for them, like the ones I had.
I feel, as a child, Valentine’s Day is so innocent and fun. We can have candy and cards without poeple singing “sit’in in a tree!” When we become teenagers, this heart day can eather be a super romantic day, a day to finally tell your crush you like him/her, or it can really suck because no one likes you. But, eh, for those of us who aren’t wanting to spend all day kissing and giving ourselves away— we’ll eather hide with a red pillow, stuffing our faces with over-priced chocolate or; hang out at home, making memories for others, like I am. 🙂
Please do not think that I am one of the many, today, morning singleness! In fact, I am rejoicing! I am very happy to be spending my life with the one who will never let me down; never leave me, brings me flowers every day!, Has a new and different gift at every turn, will never use me unrightly. Wrote me love letters that never get old and have more power than anyone else! He loves me exactly the way I am and look, thinks I’m beautiful every day and never tires of me! He is my rock and soul comforter, and, oh so much more! God is my very closest friend, and laying my purity is his palm, I am not only saving myself from som much and a girly for the one He has for me; I am honoring the one I love the most! Even if I never marry, or do, I am ultimately living for the one who DIED for me, and I could never love or repay him back enough, so living my life fully for God each day is the only thing I can do! Of course, He doesn’t want us to repay Him, it was a free gift! but I love Him so so much that I can’t help but want to please Him! Just as two lovers are interested in everything of each other and want to make the other happy and are compleatly content in their arms, so am I in the arm’s of the One who will never ever leave or forsake me!
Here is a series of photos from other photo shoots (that you can find in my other blogs) that all have hearts. 🙂 I hope you enjoy this little bit of love from my camera and I. 💜
“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” -Psalm 73:26