I got my copy of Snow Leopard* this afternoon and installed it immediately. I haven’t noticed a huge difference except one that makes it all worthwhile and if you’re a photo bug, you might like as well: when in icon view in the finder you can now resize your thumbnails up to 512 x 512 which is wonderful beyond belief. Of course it helps having a 30-inch monitor.
* It’s the new operating system for Mac just in case you haven’t heard… There might be two of you and now you know. My good deed for the day is done.
Recently I was having doubts about my project of taking a self-portrait every day for a year. I decided to begin on my 39th birthday (well, the day after) and also joined a Flickr group of others doing the same. After a month though, my interest began waning. Last week I mentioned to JM that I would keep taking a self-portrait every day, but upload it to flickr as private, not add it to the group, perhaps only letting family see it. He encouraged me to continue with the project as is, saying that if I went the private route eventually I would have a day that I didn’t take a photo, make an excuse to do it tomorrow, and the project’s demise would follow shortly thereafter. He knows me so well and I am grateful to have his support to keep going, and for days which produce the above. It reminds me of a series of photos my mother took in the 80s of artists and many others, including my grandparents. (Clicking the photo will take you to my flickr account.)
I was offered a photography exhibit not long after college graduation. It was for a gallery in downtown Houston that was showing a friend’s professional work and it turned out that I had gone to high school with the person organizing the shows. I quickly dismissed the opportunity deciding that I had no real body of work (rather than actually creating something, hello!) I also thought less of my friend’s work because it was so easy for me to display there as well. Sometimes lacks vision even when she sees.
Paddy: Wow; all the photos! At first, I though you missed Baden. There were so many, that I got tuckered looking at them. But Nan reports there are so many more. Fun. 4:17 AM
Elli: I know. I was looking for a particular photo and then got a wild hare (hair?) and uploaded waaaaaaay more than that. Still didn’t find what I was looking for though… 1:18 PM
Having the perfect moment–setting sun shining in on me, feel good, no notice of the buggy eye or any other random pains that stalk me. I can appreciate this and feel a t-shirt slogan coming on…
We had a wonderful opportunity to follow a tv crew and 4×4 magazine while shooting a story in the red centre. Of course I want to tell you all about it and how fabulous they all were, but we’re rushing like mad to get ready for our next trip which is 12 days and includes several of the couples from the previous trip. More photos to follow in about two weeks and hopefully I can keep all this great stuff in my head!
JM’s dad is visiting us and about to embark on his first outback excursion. Wish us well!
Still down with flu. Must sleep now.
More photos, more photos — click the photo above to be taken to my flickr page. This one is a tiny leech attached to a tour-mate’s toe. We spent the last four days on a tour from Sydney to Melbourne. Tomorrow we head to Hobart for a few weeks (or days) in Tasi. All this travel can tire a girl out — I need a vacation.
We’re back from our New Year’s jaunt up to Kooljaman where we spent the majority of this sunset alone. We’re on our way to Darwin today if this rain doesn’t keep us grounded. As usual, more photos are posted at flickr.
We survived Christmas in the outback! Click on the photo to see more at flickr.
I’ll be posting lots of photos for a while. Lots of bad photos: poor lighting, ham-fisted composition, noisy with pixels. I’m experimenting with the adorable camera Elli sent me with just one photo on it, months ago, and with which I’ve been playing ever since. Thanks, Elli! I love it! I’m hopeless with it!
I have a fat backlog of recipes to post with thoroughly unappetizing photos. Gird your bellies, my pretties.