Living by the ocean...

...inevitably means that most of your photos are going to have some of her in them. Especially on such beautiful windy/wavy day. And what are good waves without some eye-candy? Naught much, eh? :D

And the wind says "Sandy"

The tail end of Sandy is inviting the brave ones to ignore the warning flags and jump into waves. Will follow their example... Once the camera is back at home. :)

Sandy...

is the name of a beautiful hurricane, far enough to keep us safe and close enough to keep us entertained. This is how Sandy thinks a gorgeous ocean should look like. How can I argue with that?

Moments...

... from the bike ride to Normandy Shores ...

... and familiar stroll to the ocean. Actually, today I timed myself - it takes exactly 3 minutes and 23 seconds from the moment I close the garden gate to the moment my feet touch the sand. The ocean was excited today... Must return for the evening show of froth and waves. :)

The faerie...

... is watching over us all, every time we come home and every time we step outside of our little sanctuary into the Big City. My neighbor, a sweet little German yogini, told me today that the place we live in should be named "a waiting hall for heaven". I agree.

Macro-perimenting...

... with almost dual tone. My new friend is definitely very demanding, I seem to be summoned to him more often than not... But, he is opening up. Slowly but surely. Now, off to read more about lenses. :)

Sleepy Jonathan...

The eye through which I see the world...

... has changed. Rather drastically. I have abandoned my darling FujiFilm and have stepped into the yet unknown territory of professional photography, accompanied by Nikon D7000 and multiple lenses, filters etc. The way is long and winding but Very Interesting indeed. I hope that with the help of the masterminds at NYIP I will soon see better... Opening, opening and looking. :)

Minnehaha falls

Got what I went looking for in MN - colors, friends, memories... :)

Dear friends and fabulous colors of Minnesota

Two views from the bicycle...

Colors or not

And for you, sir/madam? Color or lack thereof? Whatever your choice, I seem to have landed between two - on days I want order and method and clarity, I look to the right in my little office/lounge for a perfect BW spot, on days I crave rainbows I toss my eyeballs over to the bedroom where colors are telling the stories of wicker baskets, cuddly toys and soft mattresses. And on perfectly balanced days I soften the gaze and take it all in... To the humming of the ceiling fan and chirping of birds/wind chimes outside. Have landed in a hippie-home. I see the rainbow. :)