Reading out on the lanai earlier with Kyle.
If you haven’t read Freedom Summer, I highly recommend that you do. There’s also a very good PBS documentary about it that you can watch online.
Sissy through a dirty window.
Blurred treetops against an overcast sky.
This set brings the word “haunted” to mind.
Props to Kyle for noticing this baby snail crossing our path earlier this evening. It moved surprisingly fast and I only managed to get a few shots before it found a leaf and curled up into its shell.
This is a shot I took back in March when Kyle and I were visiting Miami University in Ohio. There wasn’t any snow but the lake behind our hotel was almost completely iced over. My face and hands were absolutely freezing and I was just so excited to be in a new place, surrounded by such a different landscape.
In just two and a half weeks we’ll be on our way back, this time to live!
(If you’re in the Oxford/Cincinnati area and in need of a photographer, contact me!)
The beard makes another majestic appearance.
I’m in love with clouds this summer.
Some more incredible street art, this time in downtown Sarasota near Nancy’s BBQ.
I really tried to do the colors justice because this was just so gorgeous in person.
Some beautiful street art in Sarasota. I’ve happened across these buildings before but today I felt an overwhelming need to share them with you, especially once I read the sign. The other side of it says:
This Black community grew as businessmen, fishermen, physicians, nurses, teachers, farmers, contractors, carpenters, laborers, drivers, masons, blacksmiths, laundry workers and railroad workers made this area their home. Along Sixth Street were pressing clubs and lunch rooms, meat and fish markets, grocery and general merchandise stores, and a variety of other business providing goods and services for the growing community. From the time of this community’s founding, the Black residents living and working here have played a vital role in in the development of both the City and County of Sarasota.
I don’t know the artist of the first building’s mural (did not see a name painted anywhere—if you know the artist name, please let me know and I’ll include it here) but I made sure to take a shot of the artist’s signature on the second building.
I always have so much fun shooting with light fabrics. Timing is everything and a slight flick of the wrist can drastically change the shape of the fabric as it falls. No two shots are ever the same.