Monday, December 6, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
234. - A Pink Flowered Tree
Photograph 234
Nobody in my family knows what kind of tree this is... I think it's cherry, but I'm not sure.
230. - Red Barn
Photograph 230
A red barn at the end of our street. Some guy there uses it as a workshop and makes crafts there.... bunny hutches, wreaths, stuff like that. I messed with it on Picnik and made everything B&W except for the barn, then I set a tint on it.
Friday, March 26, 2010
226. - Need a Hand?
Photograph 227
Get it? It's a pun! ahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! (Yeah, I know, it's not very punny.)
222. - Birds in the Fields on a Misty Morning
Photograph 223
I just got my driver's license and I've been waiting for a good photo opportunity, so when I saw there was a lovely fog I decided to take a drive and take photos. :) These birds were all sitting in the fields and flew up when I got too close. It was awesome, this field isn't very big (for a farm), and is bordered with roads, but when you got out in the middle you couldn't see the cars on the roads anymore (although on a clear day you definitely could have.)
219. - Truck
Photograph 220
Our town has a sort of dumping ground back in our woods (it belongs to the water department, they keep all the snowplows and stuff in a building back there), but they have all sorts of interesting and slightly creepy junk back there. Like this car getting eaten by weeds. Oh, and I messed with it on Picnik....
Thursday, March 25, 2010
203. - Leaf-strewn stairs
Photograph 203
Interestingly, the Cliffwalk (Newport, RI) were made by the PWA (or one of those other New Deal relief programs), which I happened to be reading about in American History. Well, I thought it was interesting.
202. - "Will you Marry Me?"
Photograph 202
This was written along the cliffwalk. We walked by at the same time as a gaggle of girls, they all stopped and started cooing over it. lol.
201. - "Maybe" by Carl Sandburg
Photograph 201
Someone wrote this poem on steps leading up from the ocean. Funnily enough, when we walked a bit further down the Cliffwalk someone had written "will you marry me?" (next photo), in what appears to be sharpie on a stone overlooking the ocean. My dad, upon reading this poem, said something along the lines of "She's indecisive. Make up your mind already."
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