Happiness

There's nothing like a plate full of hot crabs for dinner. When I was in Savannah, we would go fishing, crabbing and shrimping and would be out on the river all day. 

Dance, Dance, Dance!

Boom, Boom, Boom! You hear the music and the radio is not on. Your feet start to move and the rhythm takes over your body and you just dance, dance, dance!

Something Inside So Strong

The beauty of the inside shows on the outside. Sometimes we are faced with difficult challenges and are forced to go inside to bring the best of us out. 

The Rose

When I was a kid, my mother always had a rose garden in the front yard and they were full of roses. She had several varieties from knock out roses which she lined up as a fence between our house and the neighbor's. She had roses climbing up on the side of the house. I guess I am taking after my mother, this is from my rose bush which is located outside my kitchen window. Every time it blooms I think of her.

The Smile

I met Calvin today. He is a very quiet man. He walks around with a smile as he takes in what is going on with his surroundings. His smile says more than he does.

My Travel Companion

Whenever I'm ready to hit the road, I know my travel companion will be right there. Doesn't matter whether its a 3, 5 or 7 day cruise, flying across country or jumping in the car and rolling out for a 5-12 hour drive, she will be right there. I call her the navigator. She's in charge of the directions, stops on the way and hotels. I'm in charge of the driving. This trip we were non-stop to the DMV area. 

A Lesson in Life

Today I visited my sister at the Kernan Rehab Hospital.  She fell one day and hit her head, she got up as if though everything was OK. Everything wasn't OK. There was no bleeding and she went on her merry way. Her personality began to change. She would lose her balance when walking along. She would holler through out the night and would cry out for no reason. This went on for several months. One day she went to the emergency room and they did a MRI, she was bleeding in the head and had fluid build up. They had to operate immediately. My lesson is to go to the hospital if you hit your head. Although you can't see the damage, doesn't mean that there isn't any. She has lost 60% of her memory and has to learn things all over again. Her life is changed forever.

The Quiet Place

This is a picture of one of my quiet places. This is where I sit back and read a good book as the morning washes my face with sunshine as I listen to bird songs.

Photo Griot

   Dorothy Taylor, a keeper of memories and family history. She's the one with the camera at every event. She's the one that you would send your school day pictures to. She's the historian of the family and knows where everyone is and what they are doing through out the years. She has family pictures on every wall in the house. Her treasure chest is where she has began to scrapbook pictures and keep them in order by person. 

The Red Booth

The picture that I am posting today was taken at a park not from Lenox Mall in Atlanta, Georgia. I saw these two guys walking in the rain having fun so I decided to ask them if I could take their picture. We had so much fun and when it was over, I had taken almost a hundred pictures. They were so nice. We started off with them walking over the bridge on there way to this red phone booth. We laughed about this being the naughty booth, the wait for the rain to pass booth as well as the cell phone booth. When I got in it, I called it my daily Thank You Booth, it was really great, because in this booth the person on the other side was God. And when he spoke back it was in a whisper. Today I am thankful for being more than enough.

The Photographic Journey Starts NOW!

It was January 19th and I was on my way to do a shoot, I did it and didn't post to my blog. Today is May 19, 2009 and I will start today living my best life now as a photographer. I will
show you the world as I see it through the lens of my camera. I will post at least one photograph each day. Along with the images, I will tell you my story as written by me. Some stories may be a one liner, some will be short, and others a little longer, none the less, they will be my stories.