Almost Time

It's almost here.

Fall.

Autumn.

When the colors are so different people don't belive the picture is real.

And My Version of Someone Elses

In my last blog, I compared one of my images to one of Ansel Adams. It is exciting to see the same things he saw and compare them to how I viewed them, but these two images shown here give me an even greater excitement.

The small black and white one was how I saw this place, while the larger color version is someone elses. I'm proud to say that I like the color one better than mine; a lot better.

Proud because it's my daughter Sloans'.

I gave her an old camera of mine about a year ago and she never ceases to amaze me with the vision she has with it. She sees things with it that I never could. It seems like she has a magic touch with it. I was there at this same exact time as her, but I missed the cross in the front, and it's those little things that mean a picture is an image, not just a picture.

Maybe someday I'll see what she does.