tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82411626880669162742024-03-08T09:00:18.289-08:00jude mcconkey - photography with imaginationjudėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-79052685013661392272013-06-18T09:49:00.002-07:002013-06-18T09:49:20.575-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've been pretty busy getting ready for my summer shows - 2 down, 12 to go. I've also put my work on Fine Art American - more of an artistic site than Etsy is.. The photos I have listed there can be purchased as framed photos, note cards and even canvas gallery wraps. Here's a link to my FAA shop:<br />
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http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/jude-mcconkey.html<br />
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and this is a link to all sorts of Landscape canvas prints which include paintings and photography:<br />
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<a href="http://fineartamerica.com/art/all/landscape/canvas+prints" style="font: 10pt arial; text-decoration: underline;">landscape canvas prints</a></div>
judėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-57927064027314105002013-02-27T08:39:00.001-08:002013-02-27T08:50:50.983-08:00Early photography .. things I've learned..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've learned a lot since I started taking photographs almost 10 years ago.. and one of the worst things I ever did was to process my photographs small to put on a website I was on.. then ditch the originals..<br />
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Yes..I did that when I went to the UK and France with a friend.. and now I don't even have those photographs.. so sad. So today I'm going to present you with my small array of photos from England, Scotland, and Paris.<br />
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and weep silently into my pillow while you take a look..<br />
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From Cambridge (loved it as much as I disliked London): <br />
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From Paris (only there 24 hours but loved it):</div>
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From Scotland.. my favorite:<br />
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judėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-13097885893856960252013-02-26T03:00:00.000-08:002013-02-26T03:00:19.768-08:00Dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
One of those nights/early mornings.. up at 4 a.m. dead tired yet unable to sleep.. I want coffee but have given myself only a little on the weekends (cuz I load it up with bad stuff and won't drink it any other way).. therefore, once a week will have to do.<br />
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I keep having dreams - not necessarily when I'm sleeping. Dreaming of shows coming up, particularly a few of the new ones.. Dreaming of a new style of photo jewelry I want to make... And most of all, dreaming of Spring.<br />
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I feel like such a prisoner in the Winter. I know it's mostly self-imposed, but I really don't just jump in the car and go anywhere this time of year - even to take photographs. There is snow to ponder, and crazy drivers IN that snow to avoid, and ... well .. it's damned cold outside. <br />
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So on I dream.. three to four more weeks of this and we'll be on the downhill slide. Sometimes when the sun is shining and I don't look outside, I can feel Spring in the air. Here's to grass, and flowers, and walking the dog without whining (me, not the dog)..<br />
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judėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-44426549224515592472013-02-18T11:32:00.003-08:002013-02-18T11:35:46.044-08:00Testing the Tortilla<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Oh, it's been a very long time since I've blogged.. but I'm going to try to do it more in 2013 .. of course, as we all know, it's already the middle of February and I'm just starting :O<br />
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Photography wise, I've been trying to take/work on a photograph a day, if possible.. or at least 5 a week. It's what I truly love to do and I think I was letting it slide a little since I began creating wearable art - photo jewelry - which is much more time consuming (but doesn't really hold my heart).<br />
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Another thing I began doing at the beginning of the year was juicing combined with cutting out sugar and processed food. And, while it's time consuming, I feel so much better than I did and had the added bonus of losing weight, too.<br />
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In my travels along health's highway, I've found some recipes that looked scrumptious and tasted something off the bottom of a shoe. My husband and I have this "signal" for new food I make. It goes like this:<br />
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"so honey, how do you like it?"<br />
"um, it's fine."<br />
"fine, you say? but do you like it?<br />
"well, it's okay."<br />
(secret phrase) ---> "Would you like me to make it again?"<br />
"no, um, no thank you"<br />
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I've heard some of this but not too much any more because I try (oy, do I try) to make it similar to foods he likes, with a healthy twist. His concession to eating better was 1 bag of potato chips, a six pack of beer, and 1 bottle of diet soda on the weekend. It was the best negotiation I could get.<br />
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I shop once a week for the organic food - which this town does NOT have a lot of. I bake bread about every other day - haven't bought a loaf for 1.5 months. Make my own peanut butter now by shelling roasted peanuts and using a food processor until I'm sure it will burst into flames. I add a touch of salt and a little honey. It's divine and much more peanuty.. and my husband eats it too fast.<br />
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Note to self.. make hubby shell peanuts for next batch.<br />
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So today I made whole wheat tortillas for the first time. So easy I was a little surprised. The recipe I found was for 8 but you could double it, etc. and freeze some. Five ingredients is all it consists of: whole wheat flour, oil, salt, baking soda and water. You can also make it with half whole wheat and half white flour if you want.<br />
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I took blurry pics with my iphone and forgot to start doing it until I had already started to divide the dough into 8 balls. Here are the photos:<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Here's the recipe<span style="font-size: small;">:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.food.com/recipe/pipin-hot-bakery-whole-wheat-tortillas-7417">http://www.food.com/recipe/pipin-hot-bakery-whole-wheat-tortillas-7417</a></span></span><br />
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Tonight we'll have these with some shredded chicken and some tex mex black bean dip (spread on the tortillas)..<br />
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judėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-26288399460283972892012-01-16T13:52:00.000-08:002012-01-16T13:52:55.422-08:00Betwixt Fluff and Import<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I haven't written in a very long time.. between the two shops, the galleries, the shows, the work, the resin, the hair caught in resin, and the like, I just kept putting it off.<br />
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I've decided to remedy that with the promise of writing at least once a week ...<br />
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I'll try but don't pressure me...<br />
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That being settled, I'm stuck on what to write about on this first-time-in-forever post. Valentine's Day or Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. How do I want this blog to grow? Will my views/opinions chase people away? Do I want pretty and fluffy all the time, or do I want important things I think about to be the talk of the day?<br />
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Well, I think I'll settle for writing about whatever is on my mind that day - what you read is what you get (that doesn't even make sense, but you know what I mean).<br />
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I have a lot of favorite quotes from Dr.King but my absolute favorite one is: "Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."<br />
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Those words embrace my belief that we can make a difference in this world - whether it be with a crowd or whether it be with a single person. I understand that there are people who don't like to make waves.. and some who like doing nothing BUT making waves, if for no other reason than to bring attention to themselves. But in the mix.. somewhere in the middle.. lies the courage to speak or do something that matters - to us and to countless others. To fight the fight, whether it's large or small. To stand up for someone by standing up TO someone. To say "this isn't right.. you cannot do that.. this isn't how I want my world to be." There is pride to be had in taking a stand, in speaking your mind, in helping change things that need changing - EVEN if these changes are not seen in our lifetime.<br />
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Live together<br />
Be respectful<br />
Do not be silent...</div>judėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-37642144157905964292011-04-15T07:28:00.001-07:002011-04-15T07:29:26.977-07:00Blog interview on Mind, Body, Spirit<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Diane Ferguson of Mind, Body, Spirit - a wonderful blog - has done a very nice and in-depth interview with me:<br />
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<a href="http://www.mindbodyspiritodyssey.com/2011/04/mind-body-spirit-artist-series-jude.html">http://www.mindbodyspiritodyssey.com/2011/04/mind-body-spirit-artist-series-jude.html</a></div>judėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-82105099264343626452010-11-05T06:34:00.000-07:002010-11-05T06:49:34.629-07:00Life and dreams of a quit-your-day-job girl ..I miss people ... a few weeks and I miss people. <br />
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Two weeks ago I walked out of the doors of the newspaper where I worked for almost 6 years and "Yee Haw'd" my way home. I knew I'd miss my co-workers (most of them), but still, I could now center on my photography and wearable art. I used to get a lot done, just how much more I could do was mind-boggling!<br />
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Well, I think what I've stepped up more than anything is marketing, reading blogs, creating treasuries on Etsy, and playing Bejeweled Blitz on Facebook. That last thing is bad, I know, but I have a reputation to uphold as the one who kicks both my two sisters' butts!<br />
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Best thing I've discovered about working out of my home is that if I'm on a roll, I don't have to stop because I have to go to work in the morning.. I can stay up until 3 a.m. working on cutting tiny photographs and sealing them in settings or photoshopping my photography with "ohhhh's" and "ahhhh's" mixed in. If I can't sleep I can get up, stumble my way to my photography room and work.<br />
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But I do keep thinking: We laughed a lot at work. We bet a lot. Crazy bets like "how many Easter peeps can you fit into your mouth at once" then we'd do side bets on who's gag reflex would kick in first. We were irreverent and cynical as newspaper people tend to be. We were like a family.<br />
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A great, big dysfunctional family, but still ... <br />
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I miss talking and laughing with others. I told my grown daughter this the other day and she said "Mom, maybe this is good for you. Maybe you'll learn to like people again!" <br />
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Yeah, well don't get too excited, I'm not going to take up shopping at Wal-Mart anytime soon, kiddo..<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/TNQIZaJiq0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sy4A6bKXmAY/s1600/path+in+the+woods+10x15+fall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/TNQIZaJiq0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sy4A6bKXmAY/s320/path+in+the+woods+10x15+fall.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The Silent Path</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/TNQIb44fSoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Bna5KYJz6pY/s1600/last+of+the+flower+10x10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/TNQIb44fSoI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Bna5KYJz6pY/s320/last+of+the+flower+10x10.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Goodbye</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/TNQJhGd4wYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Ndk-JDhfbVs/s1600/IMG_8781.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/TNQJhGd4wYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Ndk-JDhfbVs/s320/IMG_8781.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Change of Season necklace</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/TNQJparkY1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NkbDlkoeqfY/s1600/IMG_8808.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/TNQJparkY1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NkbDlkoeqfY/s320/IMG_8808.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Change of Season Necklace</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/TNQJZ3_HyWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MXcHxkS0coA/s1600/IMG_8816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/TNQJZ3_HyWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MXcHxkS0coA/s320/IMG_8816.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Tapestry of Trees Necklace</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/TNQJRkemSzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZLPXsuIm2vg/s1600/IMG_8692.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="315" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/TNQJRkemSzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZLPXsuIm2vg/s320/IMG_8692.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Inseparable Companions bracelet</div>judėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-91662304197900410612010-03-27T06:28:00.000-07:002010-03-27T06:45:50.628-07:00good lord it's been a long time ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/S64Lsxfh2yI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wvhhOYQI5_Y/s1600/IMG_1952.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/S64Lsxfh2yI/AAAAAAAAAHk/wvhhOYQI5_Y/s320/IMG_1952.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453309062619978530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/S64LsJuTG1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/5Z6h8gxGqaY/s1600/IMG_1398.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/S64LsJuTG1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/5Z6h8gxGqaY/s320/IMG_1398.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453309051944508242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/S64Lr-gsVaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7g76SA0SNf0/s1600/IMG_1357.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/S64Lr-gsVaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/7g76SA0SNf0/s320/IMG_1357.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453309048934651298" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/S64LrkU-THI/AAAAAAAAAHE/III4fPUwfK4/s1600/IMG_9786.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/S64LrkU-THI/AAAAAAAAAHE/III4fPUwfK4/s320/IMG_9786.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453309041906175090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/S64Lsb8UM3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/yK4uRbeZmQU/s1600/IMG_1966.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/S64Lsb8UM3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/yK4uRbeZmQU/s320/IMG_1966.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453309056835138418" /></a><br /><br />I've been so busy for so long I've neglected this blog - even if I never posted ALL that much to begin with.<br /><br />Sports season starts at the newspaper in late August and doesn't stop until the middle of March. Well, we have sports (track, etc.) but not the kind of almost-every-night sports events that make me swear each year I will "quit my day job" by the time the next season rolls around.. hmmmm, 5 years and counting :S<br /><br />Since I've last written here I've opened a second shop on Etsy: wearableartbyjude.etsy.com - my usable/wearable pieces of jewelry, etc. with my photographs displayed in them. Necklaces, bookmarks, bracelets, and paperweights, to be exact. <br /><br />This kind of work started from how the economy was affecting sales of my photography in galleries a little over a year ago. Two-dimensional art "is just not selling" a gallery owner told me. What to do? I live for my photography and the thought that it my dream of making this my main business could die put my brain into idea-making overdrive.<br /><br />For over 6 months I played with resins and played with different pendants... LOTS of mistakes, for sure. Finally I found a great resin and learned to design what I thought was appealing. My shop has been pretty successful since it opened at the end of last August, and I have plans for so many more different pieces to be designed. Even in the B&M shops where I sell they've been selling very well.<br /><br />The best thing is that my photographs have taken off again as well - both in the galleries and online. Not quite enough for me to quit, but still.. I'm a pretty happy camper with lots of ideas still jetting through my brain.<br /><br />I don't know what I'll do with my blog.. it seems hard to try to write what you think people want to read. Maybe that's the problem... maybe I should just write what I feel like talking about? Who knows.. but I'm going to give it another try..<br /><br />I leave you with a few photographs of my work from my wearable shop ...judėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-59805463237654476872009-05-25T16:14:00.000-07:002009-05-25T16:44:23.901-07:00of photographing weddings ...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/ShsrGb__VMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Qlr5nKetBtE/s1600-h/IMG_5490+sepia.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/ShsrGb__VMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Qlr5nKetBtE/s320/IMG_5490+sepia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339909172773213378" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/Shsq6jJ28CI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WLp-cmcSlAU/s1600-h/IMG_5461.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/Shsq6jJ28CI/AAAAAAAAAGM/WLp-cmcSlAU/s320/IMG_5461.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339908968535224354" /></a><br /><br /><br />Every year - May til about 0ctober - I do wedding photography. This type of gig is not for everyone, believe me. In fact, it's not really for me. Why?<br /><br />I dislike it. I dread it. I fret over it.<br /><br />And most of all, I don't want to hate photography because instead of doing what I want to do, I'm doing what others want. <br /><br />Let me explain that better. I used to be a painter. It wasn't easy for me, but I was pretty good. I'd have people request that I paint things I had no idea how to paint. Needing the money, I'd try it and eventually give them what they wanted but not before breaking out in hives and feeling horrible. <br /><br />I discovered photography and within a year or so decided never make the same mistake - I would only take photos of what I wanted. If someone wanted to purchase them - fantastic! If someone didn't like my style they could walk on by. It worked well for me.<br /><br />I began to do wedding photography as a means of buying big ticket items (lenses, a new camera, getting the car fixed, etc.) I rememeber my father's warning (he had been a wedding photographer) about it being very hard work. I jumped in feet first and knew right away it wasn't something I'd ever do for a full time career. I am good at it.. in fact, the bridal couples I've shot have raved and recommended me to others. <br /><br />I made a decision this past Fall after a very trying wedding where I lost everything off a 4G memory card (thank god it was recovered). I decided I would only do weddings the way I wanted to - photojournalistic style. Candids are my favorites and I think what I do best. When people inquire about my taking their wedding photos, I explain my style and add at the end of the response letter that "I know this style isn't for everyone. Thank you for considering me."<br /><br />Yesterday was my last traditional wedding shoot (they had booked me 1 1/2 years in advance). I will say it was the most fun I've had shooting a wedding. Great people, beautiful wedding, and a whole lot of fun being had by all. <br /><br />Here are a few shots that I've processed so far - I have over 600 do work on yet.<br /><br />sigh ...judėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-75397854796496867582009-05-03T16:15:00.000-07:002009-05-03T19:41:50.789-07:00Solo Photo Book Month - SoFoBoMo begins<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/Sf4oYeovVfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/U-ek0wq0iJ4/s1600-h/081112VeteranTendercare+sm.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/Sf4oYeovVfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/U-ek0wq0iJ4/s320/081112VeteranTendercare+sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331743409859155442" /></a><br /><br /><br />Through a friend I heard about this Solo Photo Book Month - www.sofobomo.org - and decided to give it a try. I've been taking lots of photos, mind you, and they are good, mind you again, but they are the same genre and I'm TIRED of it all.<br /><br />Okay, maybe not tired of it all, but totally ready to find something different to snap me out of a semi-photographer's block. <br /><br />The theme/title I've chosen is "An Ordinary Hero". I'm a firm believer in "there's no such thing as a coincidence" and for a week now I've been relentlessly playing "There Goes My Hero" by the Foo Fighters. As I listen I imagine a montage or slideshow of heroes - but not necessarily the usual heroes that come to mind. I believe we see everyday heroes on a daily basis. And I believe being a hero doesn't always mean someone who saves a kitty from a burning house. <br /><br />I believe they are people with the courage to live the life they have.<br /><br />I almost changed the theme because I'm not sure I can find those photos easily.. but then I realized that was what a challenge was all about. And I'm making SoFoBoMo a challenge for myself.<br /><br />The photo above won't be in the book because it was taken last Fall on Veterans' Day. But it is one of my favorite photos and I wanted to share it with you.judėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-26071677390091972642009-04-25T06:44:00.000-07:002009-04-25T06:55:20.576-07:00My Father ...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SfMVozaFH6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/dJTjdhEAPoA/s1600-h/2-4-2006+085+sm.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SfMVozaFH6I/AAAAAAAAAF8/dJTjdhEAPoA/s320/2-4-2006+085+sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328626574847975330" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SfMVeYvdm-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/OokfLjWA4QI/s1600-h/pickin%27+the+nose.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SfMVeYvdm-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/OokfLjWA4QI/s200/pickin%27+the+nose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328626395891211234" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SfMVZEf4aRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vHjTY7fvik4/s1600-h/daddy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SfMVZEf4aRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vHjTY7fvik4/s200/daddy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328626304557803794" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SfMVTOsKMRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6mh_NVJkJqc/s1600-h/dad.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SfMVTOsKMRI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6mh_NVJkJqc/s200/dad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328626204214440210" /></a><br /><br /><br />That title makes me think of Judy Collin's lyrics her song of the same name:<br /><br />"My father always promised us <br />That we would live in France"<br /><br />And even though - as the song continues - we lived in Ohio then, there were no promises of living in France. I think my father saw enough outside the United States while serving as a Navy photographer in WWII.<br /><br />You must think I learned my trade from him, but I didn't .. not intentionally, at any rate. I actually started photography in 2003 and only saw my father on once-a-year visits. He was very proud, which was something I had tried to achieve my whole life.<br /><br />We had a head-butting relationship most of my child- and teen-hood. I was as stubborn as him and because I didn't think I could make him proud, I purposely did things to annoy him. I will say, though, that we mended our relationship when I finally matured and he mellowed out.<br /><br />In February of 2007, my husband and I went to Cleveland, Ohio to visit my father who was near death. Every day and every hour, someone from the family was rubbing his head or his feet because touch was the only thing that made him feel better. He passed away a few months later with his whole family around his bedside, including my mother who, although they had been divorced for over 25 years, had grown to love him as a friend.<br /><br />When he passed away, all I could think was why did I never ask his advice? Why didn't I want to absorb his knowledge? Not sure what the answers are, but it's the big regret of my life.<br /><br />Something that stuck with me from Sociology class in college was that some people who are never touched in their lives - people who are alone and have no one - eventually begin to think that they don't exist.<br /><br />These photos are taken by me and I think capture everything about him - his joy at being with family, his love of photography, his sense of humor, and the comfort he felt in the end.<br /><br />The photo where little hands rub his head is titled "In the End, We Ease the Pain..."judėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-8307572609606672872009-03-10T18:37:00.000-07:002009-03-13T14:25:24.933-07:00Spring Showcase prep ...Although I discovered early on that buying a showcase on Etsy didn't necessarily bring sales, I decided to buy a Spring Showers one for this Thursday, March 12th. The theme is about weddings and babies - anything to do with "showers." <br /><br />I decided to list a few baby-related photos I have squirreled away. I love how sweet they are and how one can feel so different while viewing chubby little hands, and big, wide eyes. <br /><br />Here are a few of my new listings:<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SbcW0cwkSUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/GN7R9JHsjW8/s1600-h/10+color+hand+sepia.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SbcW0cwkSUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/GN7R9JHsjW8/s320/10+color+hand+sepia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311739375835695426" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SbcXJgUni6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/vJTXX39ur48/s1600-h/30+hand+sepia.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SbcXJgUni6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/vJTXX39ur48/s320/30+hand+sepia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311739737569463202" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SbcXSqAun6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IEpX4m6vhgo/s1600-h/world+in+a+babys+eyes.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SbcXSqAun6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/IEpX4m6vhgo/s320/world+in+a+babys+eyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311739894789218210" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SbcXn0tM9sI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_6ArYx-8FQE/s1600-h/43+sepia.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SbcXn0tM9sI/AAAAAAAAAFc/_6ArYx-8FQE/s320/43+sepia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311740258437363394" /></a>judėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-65138034513255913432009-03-08T16:31:00.000-07:002009-03-13T14:26:08.056-07:00let me introduce you to my lil' friend ...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SbRVtbqjjII/AAAAAAAAAEc/Atuiz-K7mf0/s1600-h/lil+buddy.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SbRVtbqjjII/AAAAAAAAAEc/Atuiz-K7mf0/s320/lil+buddy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310964099585379458" /></a><br /><br />I fancy myself an adult - really, I do. But some of the "monsters" I've seen handmade on Etsy are so damn cute I have thought about collecting them. Actually, I do think they are more "adult" toys. <br /><br />why does that sound dirty?<br /><br />At any rate, I found my little friend Beckett in a wonderful shop by <a href="http://www.creaturesnorthwest.etsy.com"><b> CreaturesNorthwest</b></a> and fell in love so he traveled from Minnesota to my house this past week. I have to say he was even cuter in person. I keep picking him up and looking at him. According to his creator, Anne, "Beckett speaks only in binary code and fears aluminum foil."<br /><br />My grandson came to spend the night and was just in love with him .. and he's 12 - what I deem to be the start of the "puke" stage before teendom - you know, when they're too cool to like baby stuff and are trying to assert their independance? <br /><br /><a href="http://www.creaturesnorthwest.etsy.com"><b> CreaturesNorthwest</b></a> <br /> has many more cuties - from wild-eyed Steve who's hopped up on caffeine:<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SbRZR5wnIJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BibRNCPQlYw/s1600-h/steve.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SbRZR5wnIJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BibRNCPQlYw/s320/steve.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310968024674017426" /></a><br /><br />to Spitfire who has anxiety issues:<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SbRZ4aJV6BI/AAAAAAAAAE8/J98yLyymYJY/s1600-h/spitfire.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SbRZ4aJV6BI/AAAAAAAAAE8/J98yLyymYJY/s320/spitfire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310968686202710034" /></a><br /><br />Now I'm off to watch The Amazing Race with my buddy ;)judėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-67876831242471214292009-02-24T16:01:00.001-08:002009-03-13T14:26:47.713-07:00down with the sickness...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SaSM-6ZoWEI/AAAAAAAAADo/IWlv4ZkjeZ8/s1600-h/paper+tree+5x5.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SaSM-6ZoWEI/AAAAAAAAADo/IWlv4ZkjeZ8/s320/paper+tree+5x5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306521273405823042" /></a><br /><br />God I love Disturbed..<br /><br />BUT I'm being literal here - been sick for about a week. It is not fun in any way, shape or form. It takes a lot for me to go to a doctor but in I went and out I came with prescriptions in hand. Thank God they're finally working and my cough is <em>just</em> about gone.<br /><br />just about ...<br /><br />Reason #18 why I haven't blogged. :S<br /><br />I'm finding that it's hard to get into the flow of blogging. It's not because I'm not a talker ... I'm a mouth and a half, for sure. I just like the sound of my voice better, I'm thinking (my husband would nod vigorously noting that I babble the entire drive to work at 6 a.m.).<br /><br />I'm a fast typist so it's not the drudgery of typing. I think it's that no one will give a rats bottom what I talk about. And I suppose there's no guarantee, but I'll try.<br /><br />I think a few times a week I'll feature Etsy shops or items that I like.. maybe a few I've bought from ... maybe some brand new discoveries, too.<br /><br />Today I'll end with a photo I did recently that I absolutely love. I hope you do, too.judėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-87419020847095346792009-01-27T15:20:00.000-08:002009-03-09T08:49:00.191-07:00Wanna laugh?<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SX-cOF-bZQI/AAAAAAAAADY/HvlQ_IDjRUo/s1600-h/free+falling.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SX-cOF-bZQI/AAAAAAAAADY/HvlQ_IDjRUo/s320/free+falling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296123452747113730" /></a><br /><br /><br />This photo was taken for the newspaper this past summer at a park where geese run rampent. I was taking pics and all of a sudden a city worker comes bounding up in his pickup and starts "chasing" the geese families towards the water. It was a bit shocking and I started snapping, thinking something wrong was being done. Apparently, though, the geese are such pests to people in the park that they are herded into the water a few times a day.<br /><br />These goslings are what was left after the mama's and papa's jumped in. They were honking for the little ones to jump in and they all stood very terrified. I just put the camera on continuous mode and shot. They eventually all jumped in.<br /><br />While looking at my photos that night I found this one and I honestly laughed so hard I cried. There is something so damn funny about him. Maybe it's the idea that he might have slipped on a banana peel .. maybe it's the goslings in the back looking over each other's shoulders to see what the hell "earl has done now".. <br /><br />It is, strangely enough, my most popular photo ever taken. In the newspaper as well as online. I have found it in blogs in Russia, as well as Japan, crazy uber-teen blogs, etc.<br /><br />People have asked me to sell it but it's not very sharp, really - not like it should be. I am entering it in the Associated Press awards contest in a few days. Who knows, maybe technicality isn't everything?<br /><br />Enjoy.. laugh.. and tell me what you think the title should be!<br /><br />jude<br /><br />P.S. I realized that I sometimes want to post photos that I do for things other than fine art in my blog. I mean, isn't that what a blog is for? To learn about someone?judėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-33689921146533700732009-01-24T10:16:00.000-08:002009-01-24T14:37:02.977-08:00Tagged for LifeI've been tagged by Theresa's Treasures and I'm going to continue the game :)<br /><br />Each blogger has to reveal 7(8 according to some) random facts about his or herself.<br />People who are tagged have to post the rules.<br />At the end, I have to choose 7(or 8) people to tag.<br />I then need to leave a comment for each person who has been tagged, telling them that they are "it".<br />The "taggee" needs to then leave a comment for the person who tagged them to read your list.<br /><br />Here are my random facts about me:<br /><br />1) I'm a huge football fan (U.S.) and try to go to at least one NFL game a year.<br /><br />2) My name is jude and I'm a reality tv show junkie. My favs are Top Chef, Project Runway, The Biggest Loser, and, of course, Survivor. I hate the ones where they fight all the time i.e. I Love New York, Charm School, Tool Academy (brand new one where boyfriends who treat their women crappy are declared "tools"), but I've been known to watch them anyway. Favorite line from a reality show? Tool Academy's elimination proclaimation: "I'm sorry, you've been eliminated. You're JUST a tool."<br /><br />3) My grandchildren do NOT call me Grandma, under penalty of death. I'm "Meema" not to be confused with MeeMAW (lord have mercy). Actually, I wanted to be Nana with my first grandson but his other grandmother picked that name (grrr). I capitulated and became "Grandma." When he started to talk he couldn't say Grandma and Meema was born - which suits me fine :)<br /><br />4) I went to an all-girls Catholic academy for high school. "That explains a lot" comes from many people who find out about that. :S<br /><br />5) I didn't go to college until I was 30 and my husband applied for a Pell Grant FOR me. When my application got accepted he told me I was going to school the next September whether I liked it or not. I was terrifed having been a horrible student in high school, but it was the best thing I could have ever done. Even with 4 little kids I managed to be on the Dean's List every semester.<br /><br />6) Twenty years ago, I was the Lifestyle Editor for a newspaper and won awards for my humorous columns. My kids were the subject most of the time - they alternately drove me nuts and made me laugh my ass off.<br /><br />7) My husband and my "song" is "Someday Soon" by Judy Collins.<br /><br />8) I really have no idea what I'm doing most of the time ... I'm not kidding.<br /><br />Now, on to who I shall tag. I hope a few decide to play:<br /><br /><br />1) Almay Alday <br />2) ArtSnark<br />3) LB Accessories <br />4) Joy White<br />5) La Belle Savage Jewerly Design<br />6) Leigh (Create)<br />7) Burgandy<br />8) KrazyFashionjudėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-90397298552362144042009-01-23T18:17:00.000-08:002009-01-23T19:01:18.759-08:00time to relax<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SXp8geJJujI/AAAAAAAAADI/amFaLXXTMoo/s1600-h/love+is+a+battlefield.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294681209216547378" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SXp8geJJujI/AAAAAAAAADI/amFaLXXTMoo/s320/love+is+a+battlefield.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br />I couldn't be happier that it's Friday. Time to relax and .. well, work on photos? Not exactly relaxing, but not running around desperately looking for news photos either. So, I'll take this cold, cold weekend and use it for creating what I love. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I've been working on trying to up my marketing. I took some advice from the etsy-wiki site where it a few ideas were suggested. One of them is Google's AdWords.. So far I've had 3 whole clicks. Ughhhhhhhh.. I just don't get it. I mean, isn't SUPPOSED to be true that artistic types aren't technical? no? just me? </div><br /><div>poo...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I was trying to figure it out this afternoon at work (I was done with work... really) and a co-worker pulled up AdWords on her computer and within minutes had translated all the abbreviations and codes so I understood them. If I win the lottery tonight I promised to hire her to do all my technical translations. My best friend has already been marked to read all my camera manuals and explain them to me. He had to promise not to primal scream at me when I " don't get it" fast enough :)</div><br /><div>I love this photo - I found the rose hanging upside down drying at a craft store where a friend worked a few years ago. I'd never bothered with it and found it on an old CD of photos the other day. I wanted to name it "Love is a Battlefield" but also didn't want Pat Benetar to come and sue me either. So, "Love - A Battlefield" was created. </div><br /><div>I know that some people don't like images that aren't "pretty" in a normal way. I have no idea why I love decay and creepy, haunting images ... but I do.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here's hoping others do, too.</div>judėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-81759700217033049992009-01-19T18:07:00.001-08:002009-01-19T18:40:18.593-08:00limited edition<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SXU1PTvCGJI/AAAAAAAAADA/HOQDBHXgFBs/s1600-h/offering+sm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293195474155739282" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SXU1PTvCGJI/AAAAAAAAADA/HOQDBHXgFBs/s320/offering+sm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />For years friends in the art world have been telling me to do limited editions of my work. I've sort of ignored that, thinking it would be difficult. Recently, though, I began numbering certain pieces of my work that I love. My love for said pieces make them difficult to let go of, at times, but I realized if I only did "so many" it might be less of a tugging at my heart.<br /><br />Today I decided to list one of my limited editions on Etsy to expand the offer further than the galleries my work is featured in.<br /><br />This one is called "Offering" and was taken at a local farmers market I go to during the summer. It was just sitting on a vendor's table - something their child had picked and put in a convenient styrofoam cup until they went home from the market. I think of days I picked flowers (dandelions!!) for my mother when I was a child, and also of my children handing me assorted weeds and flowers from their grubby, chubby little hands.<br /><br />I miss those days .. I miss my children being children.judėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-20394030596488237902009-01-17T15:12:00.000-08:002009-01-18T08:48:48.032-08:00Weekend Sale in my Etsy Shop...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SXJmvIHaKNI/AAAAAAAAACw/lSSho9-zi0s/s1600-h/tunnel+of+trees+sepia.jpg"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SXJm3BdTS1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/kETeqlZEDaE/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292405607583927122" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SXJm3BdTS1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/kETeqlZEDaE/s320/kiss.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div>I've decided to have a little sale for the weekend to show a little lovin' - through Sunday, January 18th at midnight PST (Pacific Standard Time). Any purchase of $30 or more and the buyer gets a free 4x6 of their choice. I've uploaded a few new items this evening .. come take a look at my Etsy shop - <a href="http://www.judemcconkey.etsy.com/">judemcconkey</a></div></div>judėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8241162688066916274.post-36998290125766494342009-01-17T07:54:00.001-08:002009-01-17T08:38:09.114-08:00Here I go ...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SXIIo6q1_xI/AAAAAAAAACE/KRGcZ5jsICA/s1600-h/IMG_8069+sm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292302011150499602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qkd_uDUR6vs/SXIIo6q1_xI/AAAAAAAAACE/KRGcZ5jsICA/s320/IMG_8069+sm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Okay, this is my first time posting. I have no idea what I'm doing (maybe I'm supposed to pretend I do?) but am giving it a go anyhow.<br /><br />My purpose to have a blog is to give anyone interested a glimpse into my daily life. There are many photos I take that aren't ever sold on Etsy or the galleries I have work in, or used at the newspaper. I love taking photos and, although I'm down from the 300+ daily I used to shoot when I started, I still am in constant lookout for something intriguing - or even just something normal but beautiful to me.<br /><br />I do dabble in photoshop a lot - having been a painter in the past - and to me it's an embellishment to some photos I take. My work for the newspaper has to be untouched by photoshop (except to sharpen or lighten) and my need for "artsy" would starve to death if I didn't play a bit with the pieces I consider to be fine art.<br /><br />My obsessions including vignetting, queen anne's lace, deserted buildings that are falling apart, creepy thing, and most of all, snowfall captured by the camera.<br /><br />I also plan to feature people from the Etsy site I post my work on, and other photographers from great sites that I've had the pleasure of knowing.<br /><br />Here's a photo I took during the sub-zero weather of this past week: -20 at 2 p.m. on a sunny day is a little crazy to me, but the hoarfrost on everything near water was really beautiful.<br /><br />And I hope I can figure it all out ;)</div>judėhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08875035761247280159noreply@blogger.com4