While Ava has had an interest in amateur photography for many moons, I have finally agreed to relinquish control of the camera for short segments of time, so that she can develop this new talent of hers. Well, "talent" is yet to be determined, but she is rather passionate about the hobby.
At approximately the same time that Ava began photographing on her own, our camera went on the blitz (Coincidence? I think it was, actually), unpredictably producing strange hues, horizontal lines, and/or a fuchsia strip along one side of the picture. While we are currently researching and budgeting for a new camera, you might enjoy some of the unwittingly edgy/antiquated/artsy photographs that we are producing. Take this shot of a San Antonio mission, for instance:
And the lighting in this one takes me right back to the 70's. Umm, not that I remember the 70's..
And then THIS picture makes it look like I leave my children in front of the TV in order to entertain them! I mean, really, something has got to be done about this camera.
But I digress. Here is a sampling of Ava's work. All the metering, composing, filtering, etc. is her own, naturally. I would never squelch her natural gifts.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Budding Photographer
Monday, August 4, 2008
Hell Froze Over
...because the Georges woke up at 5:30 for a completely voluntary activity. Last weekend we drove out to Lake Travis to see a fleet of hot air balloons take flight at sunrise. There were about 15 of them, though at first we only saw two balloons, and wondered if this would be worth the effort of dragging our semi-nocturnal family out of bed that morning. But then they began sprouting up around us out of nowhere. In fact, I was getting a closer look at a balloon that was being filled with first, air, and next, flames from the liquified propane (see pic below). And when I turned back around to the spot where Derek, Ava, and PJ were sitting, I found them surrounded by balloons in different stages of inflation. They were almost uncomfortably close, as if they might just roll right over us as we lounged innocently upon our blanket. But I guess they don't move too erratically while they're still grounded. We were all safe.
