Sunday, July 12, 2009

night vision / light writing


L - Nikon / T - Nikon
I'm so behind on my blogging these days, work has been in the way, but I won't carry on about that. T and her friends built a bonfire out back and roast marshmallows the other night (4th of July) just like they did last year this time. Last year they camped out there too, setting up 2 tents. This year was much more laid back and quiet and I worried less about the neighbors complaining . I wanted so bad to get some photos of the group but as I sneaked around the side of the house to take some I was afraid they would see me and think me a snoop so I quickly snapped a photo and headed back inside. It looked like they were having a nice time. / my best friend's birthday is on the 4th of July. makes for a great party. sparklers and a camera are fun.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

That's too funny... thinking of you now sneaking around in the bushes going for a quick snap or two.

Woman in a Window said...

How is it that all of your shots are so evocative? I like to think of you sneaking about but yet respecting their space. Perfect balance.

ELK said...

these both synchronize so well together...LOVE the story ...all moms relate!

Char said...

great shots - I love light writing and haven't tried this yet. I want to though - maybe this is a good inspiration.

Gayle said...

Leslye, that would be me, too! Sometimes when my oldest son has his friends over and they're playing their guitars I wonder how I could get a stealthy shot of them! T, your light-writing photo is very neat!

Relyn Lawson said...

Oh, I do love sparklers. On July 5 we bought a HUGE pile of sparklers. We're surprising Sloane with them at her birthday party in November. Hee hee.

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The photos on the left are taken by me, Leslye, the mother. The photos on the right are taken by my daughter, Taylor – unless otherwise noted. Comments are always welcome. thanks
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