Daily Archives: January 24, 2011

A good afternoon for taking photos

I took advantage of the sun streaming in through my dining room windows today to move forward on some photographs for my Etsy site. With the time it requires to take all the photos, crop and sort through them, and then resize them, I did not have time to write descriptions and add them to the shop today. When the sun left my dining room, I left the house to check out the frozen landscape left by the receding tide.  (More about that walk tomorrow.) If I can keep at the jewelry photos, adding a few more every day, I’ll have the kind of selection I was hoping to offer on Etsy,  fulfilling one of my resolutions for the new year.

The next photo is not one I will use, but I just had to put it in because when I tried to add the periwinkle shell in the background, all I could think of was “Marcel the Shell with Shoes On,”  which gave me a chance to add the link to a YouTube video that always cracks me up. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to use a shell in a photo without wanting to add an eye…or shoes. You know what they say….Lint is a shell’s best friend.

By the way, the cool patinated copper beads in this pair of earrings came from Miss Ficklemedia. One of my favorite Etsy shops for beads and components.

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What -8º looks like from the 7:30 Mail Boat

I am finally at home and ready to get back to work. I would have taken more photos if my fingers had not been getting so darned cold. The scenery this morning was brilliant. The harsh temperature created  a foggy phenomenon known as “sea smoke.”  Whenever I see it, I can’t help thinking of the first December I ever spent on Islesford, in 1976. My brother and I were renting a house together and the temperature outside had dropped into the single digits overnight. We lived across the street from what was then the Post Office, at Natalie Beal’s house, renting from the Frentrops which is now Henry Isaacs’ house.

As Wilfred Bunker drove up in his rattly station wagon to collect the mail, my brother ran out to catch a ride back down to the dock, telling Wilfred he wanted to take some pictures of the sea smoke. “Sea smoke?” said Wilfred with a wry smile, speaking loudly because he was hard of hearing, ” ’round heah we call that vapah!”

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