Week 42 of the photography project started with Father Earle baptizing little Cecily, one of the calmest babies that I’ve ever seen anywhere. She was very relaxed and seemed completely at ease. Father Earle has a special gift with babies. Even the crabbiest, most frustrated baby becomes calm and easy going with Father Earle. This […]

The promise of springtime is reflected in the trees that blossom. The blossoms are delicate and don’t last long. I am grateful for the photography project, in giving me a way to keep these short-lived blossoms in front of my eyes and in my heart. The new leaves, too, are delicate. They are a pale

On Thursday, May 5th, the gardens at River Lea, the old farmhouse that is maintained as the headquarters for the Grand Island Historical Society, were bright with yellow and white daffodils. Beaver Island State Park, where River Lea is located, was full of deer and geese and other critters, looking for something good to eat.

April! What a month! My world changed dramatically. It started looking like this… fluffy and white, even though the calendar said spring. The two blogging challenges that I did in April kept me busy and focused, as much as an easily distracted… look, a bird!… person… is that something shiny??… can be. I was, for

The Photography Project Update:  Wow, it has been 40 weeks since I started my 366-day photography project. It is now springtime. Here is my update for the week. On Sunday, May 1st, Bishop William Franklin came to Saint Martin in the Fields to preside over confirmation.  Here is “Bishop Bill” with the Rite 13 “celebrities,”

Today is the first of May, the start of the tenth month of my 366-day photography project. I am finally into the fourth season since the project began. In a few weeks, I will visit Buckhorn Island State Park to take pictures of spring in the wildlife sanctuary. Below are the images of this past

I have finally come to the end of the A to Z challenge. So I’ll conclude with a strange concept, which produces wonderful imagery. It is the concept of zero. Zero might be seen as negative or it might be seen as positive. It might be seen as nothing or everything. Zero might be seen

Yellow. Such a cheerful color. Now that it is springtime, I thought that I would share images of yellowness with you. Yellow is a clear sunny day. It’s the yolk of an egg. It’s a crocus. It’s lemonade. It’s a daffodil. It’s forsythia, blossoming early in spring. Yellow is a dandelion, considered a weed. That’s

Yay! Here in western New York, gardening season is starting! People are out mowing their lawns and the daffodils are blooming. This is exciting stuff. I remember starting these blogging challenges on April 1st, wondering when I would be able to go outside and clear out the old gardens and prune the rose bushes. And,

Walking is both good cardiovascular exercise and transportation. It’s a way to get from point A to point B. But, beyond that, it’s a way to see the world, close up and vivid. In a car, you see things as you whiz past them. When you walk, however, you are within touching distance of your