words & pictures

Done editing photos. Whew. Thousands gone. The few and the proud remain.Now on to the next stage of learning, whereby I try to educate myself via Photoshop classroom in a book and DVD. Isn't that what life is all about: as soon as you kind of get the hang of one thing, you find out how much more there is to learn, thus you are always a beginner. I am, anyhow.

It is Friday, people. I hope you dedicate yourself to slowing down this weekend to enjoy the folks, or creatures around you. The best part about all the computer time I've spent the past few days working on photos is my dog, Jamie. She is almost thirteen. For a big dog like her, that's old. And the older she gets, the quirkier and more afraid of storms she gets. She doesn't enjoy displays of affection anymore like she used to, but when I am working on pictures, she likes to lay right at my feet. I slip my left foot over her paw and rest it there, like we are holding hands. She stays put, instead of squirming away, like she does when I overtly pet her too much. It is nice, this contract we have. She helps me edit via paw touch as long as I don't acknowledge her.

These are a couple of my favorites among the shots I've sorted through. This sorting has helped me to see what is most important to my lens: what I end up keeping. Every life has things which call. Every life is different. Love that. I am learning to appreciate every person's story for the items it carries along.