I'm not going to comment individually, you just keep proving you have a
marvelous eye...
Ann Sanfedele wrote:
peopleless shots
near where Dave took his gorgeous shot
http://users.rcn.com/annsan/whitecolumnporch.jpg
my tent is the red and white one
http://users.rcn.com/annsan/gfmhome.jpg
anyone know what is going onhere and hat the tree
is? I think wasp galls but dont know tree
http://users.rcn.com/annsan/somegall.jpg
http://users.rcn.com/annsan/treesandfog.jpg
http://users.rcn.com/annsan/cabinwindows.jpg
http://users.rcn.com/annsan/sundaynightdusk.jpg
on the way home we hit some weather - from Dave's
truck
the one I wanted was screwed up with shutter lag
http://users.rcn.com/annsan/motorcycleinstorm.jpg
Mark said convert this one to BW but I kinda like
it like this
http://users.rcn.com/annsan/fromtruckinstorm.jpg
folks that were there:
while driving to GFM ...
http://users.rcn.com/annsan/chainsawcloseup.jpg
dave chimps in blowing rock - frank records
http://users.rcn.com/annsan/davechipsfrankshoots.jpg
I took this to show Phyllis he was obeying orders
:)
http://users.rcn.com/annsan/Billowenscallshome.jpg
http://users.rcn.com/annsan/greywolfshoots.jpg
Wheatfield off camera is Frank's subject
http://users.rcn.com/annsan/donedcesarfrank.jpg
pusscat robb checks out that light meter
http://users.rcn.com/annsan/BillRwithseeconic.jpg
so someone can cut and paste the rest of us in...
:)
http://users.rcn.com/annsan/the4musketeers.jpg
Sorry - photo.net was giving me a hard time so I
just
slapped these up without an html thingy
the file names mostly say it except dave chimps,
not dave chips :)
shots in chronological order - pretty much anyway.
from the ride down to the ride back...
the sunday night shot was from the view area near
the picnic grounds
where I wandered alone leaving my three weary
traveling companions
lounging...
I haven't reviewed all the stuff - there is a shot
of Mark I want to share
but aint got to it yet
all digital dark side stuff
annsan
sweltering in New Yawk
needing to do other stuff
--
A man's only as old as the woman he feels.
--Groucho Marx
