The Sort of Hope Who Played on the Tracks

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I finally got to do something nice for a young lady who is part of a family who has been so very nice to me over the years. Taught myself 2 new editing techniques, too!  ( … if only I could get paid to do nothing but take pictures and edit *sighs dreamily*) Cold weather is challenging for healthy people. Cold weather can be all but deadly for some people with RSD/CRPS. (our nervous systems don’t adjust well to temperature changes, so once we start to shiver, or get cold, it is sometimes near to impossible to get our body’s core temperature back again. ) But Teryn was tough, so I had to be too. She’s a seasoned competitive athlete-a real gamer. I figured if she could stand up on the top of a train in what she was wearing, I could be brave and all bundled up down below. ( and believe me, I *was* as bundled as movement would allow for.)

Beautiful girl and a fun day.

Some days it really is good to be me.

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365 Challenge – # Still Life

Every photographer should be lucky enough to have a great assistant- to help them get the shots that they sometimes aren’t able to get ( for whatever reason), or to simply help them carry their gear when they aren’t able.

I am *that* lucky.

Still life

My lovely assistant  and daughter,  Natalia got this shot for me at the salon the other day when I wasn’t quick enough. I wasn’t thrilled with her color choice, though ( because Hope only wears shades of red) and she chose a purpley pinky color. So, like any other photo editor would do found in such a position, I switched it. 😉

iPhone 5 photo by my asst. Natalia , PhotoShop edit by me.

(I hope you people with iPhone cameras realize just how lucky you really are. Those things ROCK.)

Still Life.

The Sort of Hope Who Went Out On A Limb

*15 Days until treatment!*

Today I got to thinking about all the things I was told I would probably never be do again as my condition progressed.

Then I realized that even though sometimes some things may seem impossible at first, or even at all, maybe it’s just the way that I am looking at them. Maybe I just need to change my perspective and put a little bit of a different spin on it and then, perhaps, the sky is the limit.

So today I “climbed a tree”.

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Hey, everything is really all in how you look at it, right?

and maybe, just maybe, everything is not always what it seems, is it?

I turned around and saw the tree’s reflection also in our pool and thought it was too pretty not to photograph.

The Pensive Sort of Hope

“It makes me wonder, Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or forget things? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives? I don’t know.”
― Markus ZusakFighting Ruben Wolfe

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More Self Portraits:  http://wp.me/p2HWK6-j   OR Mood of the Moment Blog Entry~ Give me your thoughts…

The Spontaneous Sort of Hope

Today it rained. Not just rain. Think monsoon. And gale force winds +rain. (just so you know, there is also a sort of Hope who likes a good hyperbole now and again, usually more now than just again.)

I spent most of the day in the kitchen. Weather tends to make the physical me grumpy so I seek refuge and distraction whereever and however I can.

I was restless. All activities were cancelled.

My daughter sat at the kitchen table for awhile and worked on posters to put on the golf teams’ lockers. It was a job assigned to her by her cheerleading coach. Each cheerleader got a different sport. She got Golf. We giggled for a little bit when we tried to figure out that if she *had* to actually cheer for golf- what would a golf cheer actually sound like ?
( I’ll let you mull that over in your head, I’m too much of a lady to type this out. We don’t know each other well enough for that , yet.)

After finishing that homework, I was still restless. The rain continued. I asked Natalia if she would mind posing in the rain for me. I’ve been wanting to try some more editing styles.

She is always, well, usually, super indulgent. I’m a lucky photographer, I’ve got gorgeous kids.

I’m fairly certain that once again, we’ve made magic.

I know I have some work to do on some of my editing styles but I sure had fun practicing.

AND I always have fun with my best gal. This took us less than 5 minutes to prepare for but I’ve been editing for about 2 hours.  ( it’s that great technology of mine again!)

I hope you enjoy them as much as we enjoyed doing this.

— my favorite rain song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kq-r4ZUpels

The Sort of Hope Who Went to Berkshire Opening Day

*all rules for photographing balls were followed* I happened by the SeaDogs vs Spinners and found this shot.

The “I’m at a baseball game again” sort of Hope

There are three things in my life which I really love:  God,my family, and baseball.  The only problem – once baseball season starts, I change the order around a bit.  ~Al Gallagher, 1971

That’s the way things are in this family, too. In fact, in my kitchen hangs a wooden sign that rather proudly announces to all who enter ” We interrupt this family for baseball season. ”  Only thing is, baseball ‘season’ now runs Jan- Nov. But hey, we are at least off for December. December flies by so quickly we barely even notice that we aren’t playing.

Good thing I love baseball. I have always loved baseball. Long before I met my husband, my father and I would sit in our living room, with one of those big round metal Good’s Chips cans in between us, happily crunching along  as we watched the Phillies play. Tug Mc Graw was my favorite back then. Mike Schmidt. Pete Rose. (Am I dating myself?) I am a disappointment to the sport I love, though. I couldn’t remember a single statistic if my life depended on it. My brain simply won’t work that way. If you know anything at all about baseball, you know that you must be able to come up with any given stat at any given moment. You must know a batters’ avg against every pitcher from every team in all sorts of weather and under every circumstance. You must know what he ate for dinner that night , too. What type of bat he prefers, and where he shops.

Oh wait..

When I found my husband he was traveling our country playing men’s major fast-pitch softball. He was quite the baseball player in HS , too. Which his father would be more than happy to tell you about. That’s another thing I’ve learned (at least in this family) about baseball players, have they got the stories! Every game is relived countless times and no detail is ever forgotten. Every player gets better as time goes on, too. No one ever struck out and everyone always threw strikes “back in their day” (which confuses my brain sometimes how it is possible to have such perfect pitchers and perfect hitters at the same time).  It amazes me that the world isn’t filled with hundreds, nay, thousands of senior citizens who are all retired major league ball  players that have thrown countless perfect games and are all tied for the major league batting titles.

But my husband was good and so was his father ( as was mine) so it would only stand to reason that our son would be a natural, too.  By the age of 2 my son had full catcher’s gear. He could throw a ball before he could walk. He was “wow-ing” people in little league already. I love to watch him play.  I love to watch him do what he loves just as I loved watching his father play , too. They both give it all they’ve got and play with a passion that is obvious to anyone who watches. I’ve never washed one clean uniform after any of their games. “Dirty baseball players” – that’s a whole other blog.

I always feel like each season is going to be my favorite. High School, Legion, Fall Baseball. His freshman year of high school he was on the Varsity team and the team won Districts. That was a pretty special year. I fell “in love” with his first Legion team this year , too- the Oley Topton Patriots. Called them my “Summer Love” Those Patriot boys were something special too. So much talent, so much heart.  It was a very sad day for me when that season ended all to early. Now Nick is  playing for an 18U Showcase team with Berkshire Baseball. Traveling. Sadly I was forced to miss his first travel weekend because of a treatment but I’m hoping to catch the next one.

We have big dreams for our son. What parent doesn’t? We are hoping for a scholarship for him. He has good grades..works hard and plays harder. More importantly to us, he’s a great kid. But there is nothing he wants more than to play baseball. So if that’s what he wants, of course we want it for him, too.

Somewhere along the way, my love of watching he and his friends play this game that they love turned into my new hobby that I love. – Photography. I was about to pack it all in the other day when a father of one of the boys from my Summer Love wrote to me to thank me for sharing my photos and showing baseball “my way” and allowing his family from far away to follow his son’s Legion season.

Sooooo, for now, I will stick to sharing my love of baseball with you, with everyone. Jan-Nov. It’s hard to quit. I ‘ve tried before but 99.9% of the time I’ve failed. When it rains.  Whether I’m away or “at home”.

The technologically frustrated sort of Hope

Apparently I need a lot of work on night time lighting. Fortunately for me it would appear as though between Nick’s fall baseball and Natalia’s cheering for soccer I am going to get my fair share of practice.

If only my technology were up to the task. I currently have to download my photos to an antiquated 2002 PC that wont support PS ,then I move the external hard drive to another PC located one floor away, edit them on half of working photoshop (thanks to a very generous friend who lent us that PC) which doesn’t get internet because *someone* threw the disk away for the wireless to work.. THEN I move everything over to my laptop and upload it.  Not A Problem.

Good thing I don’t do anything else all day but eat bon bons.

And now you know where my “musings of a frustrated modern day housewife” comes from. Kinda think  I have a lot of nerve referring to myself as modern day with a 2002 PC. and a 2004 laptop. (Oh and a husband who still thinks that WebTv was cutting edge technology.) *smh*

Falling into fall (original,ya, I know.)

“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and autumn, a mosaic of them all .” ~ Stanley Horowitz

Don’t just read that, *see* that, visualize that in your mind. I think it’s so lovely. Autumn is my very favorite.  The colors, the smells, the textures. Reds, oranges, yellows, even browns. Pumpkin, cinnamon, caramel .. oh the caramel! and funnel cakes from all the local fairs… crunchy leaves under our feet, snapping twigs, the songs of the different birds as they head south. And of course, sweater weather!! Give me a fabulous sweater/turtleneck, a great pair of pants and my favorite boots any day.  You can keep your shorts. And your flip flops. I’ve no use for those.

I woke up so excited this morning to get busy around the house and make it look like fall. I like it to look like fall around here, on the inside too, for as long as possible. I’m already behind. Treatment last week set me back. But I’ll catch up. My home is decorated in all the fall colors that I love, too. They are warm and they make me feel warm and comfortable and I  find it such a compliment when even my childrens’  friends remark on how “warm” and cozy our little house feels. I read somewhere that women tend to decorate our homes in the colors that we look best in ( without even realizing that’s what we are doing).  So I looked around and realized that was exactly what I’d done. Except I don’t have any terrific hunter green or royal blue rooms. YET….

But I digress…

Attaching some of my past favorite photos of fall. I’d like to think I’ve come a long way in my photo skills so hopefully this year’s shots will show some marked improvement. I joined a photography group and met some incredibly talented people along the way who were kind enough to share some tricks of the trade with me. I was like a sponge.. I couldn’t (can’t) get enough of these amazing folks.

So here’s to fall.. every glorious aspect of it’s too short season.  I “roll” down my car window, turn up my radio, sing a little bit louder and raise my caramel cappuccino to you!

What’s your favorite part of fall?

Mamarazzi in action

“if you can’t be an athlete be an athletic supporter” ~ Coach / Grease.

http://www.otbasebaseball.org

SR Patriots – Roster all photos by Hope