Poe

There are conflicting accounts surrounding the last days of me and the cause of my death. Some say I died from alcoholism, some claim I was murdered, and various diseases have also been attributed. Most say I was found unconscious in the street and admitted to the Washington College Hospital in Baltimore, Maryland. I died soon after, on 7 October 1849, and I was buried unceremoniously in an unmarked grave in the Old Westminster Burying Ground of Baltimore. On this original site now stands a stone with a carving of a raven and the inscription;

Quoth the Raven, Nevermore

Dirty Laundry

My first attempt at true grunge. These panties are not dirty, they are grunged. I thought it was pretty funny though after I overlayed the texture and it landed right on top of the underware. Joey Lawrence helped me learn this technique.

See

Playing around with fake eyelashes and flowers. I really love a good girly eye photo. Just makes me feel proud to be a girl. LOL

Fanciful Princess

This feline came to us when she was only 4 weeks old. The mother cat died and the 4 kittens would have too had I not taken them into my care. I kept 2 of the sisters and this is one of them. They are now 6 years old and doing quite well with regular veterinary care and expensive cat food, plus all the pampering a feline can handle. Yes, she is totally worshipped, mostly by my daughters. I just pay for everything and take pics.

My Marine

Pvt. Smith, Cory

I had to post this even though it wasn't taken this month, but rather January. My son graduated from Marine Bootcamp Jan. 27th, 2006. He really endured some hard shit and I'm extremely proud of him for all he has overcome to get to this point. His platoon started with 89 guys and only 54 graduated. He was sick the entire 3 months of training, even to the point of fevers, chills and a constantly messed up and bleeding nose from severe weather and sickness. I got some mighty sweet letters from him during the training though. It brought him closer to me and taught him some really hard lessons about appreciation, love and family. Anyway, this is just a candid I took of him a few days after graduation when he was kickin' back and telling us all some stories about his training. I love my son.

Come

Same old house as the one below. Edited differently for that golden vintage feel. This house has so much potential for dramatic photography, I only scratched the surface with a few shots. My bladder was full so we had to get out of there, plus I was concerned about being ran off because at one point in time there was a no trespassing sign on the front door (although its not there now). People drive by and scream like they are trying to scare us. It's thought to be haunted I'm sure.

House

I feel this photo truely represents the style of photography that I've always envisioned for myself and hoped to pursue and attain my entire life. To me, for me, the subject must be screaming in a subtle way. There must be strong emotion, wonder or mood evoked by the viewer. I want you to feel discomfort, fear, perhaps even pain.

Welcome to my doom.

Day 5

Room to Run

I took this photo a few weeks ago, but I like it so much I have to share. This was entered into the Country Life II challenge on DPC but didn't score well. This was our first snow of the year and the kids were having a blast.

Day 4

Nanuk

Neighbor dog. Never leaves. I guess you could call him my dog. All he wants is to be near my dog Rocket (an austrailian sheperd). They are both young and playful. I took this near dusk yesterday, had to use ISO 400 to get enough light on him.