Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Blog This Challenge 67: Sepia - I think not?

Challenge 67

Share your favourite sepia photo with the world.
Your photo can be of anything, just keep in sepia tones!

Boy 2 is my most colourful child so it is ironic I am entering a sepia photo of him into this challenge. It is one I think captures him in all his glorious quirkiness. Ah, my son, my beautiful second son.



Voting Starts: 10th February

Voting Ends: 17th February

Go here and vote - after all, how could you resist this face?




PSSST... my brand new camera only arrived today and Big Boy has not brought it home yet so I could not use it for this challenge.


Saturday, December 19, 2009

Challenge 29: A Very Festive Merry Madmother Christmas



What does a Madmother view
as Festive?


Why, Mad Boys, of course!

               Christmas 2003

Christmas 2004
















            









           Christmas 2005





















Christmas 2006




















That’s all folks! I have been forbidden to show the more recent ones due to Mad Boys’ desire for anonymity.




Merry Christmas to all!

Oh, and this is my entry for the Blog This Challenge 29: Photographic Challenge


"FESTIVE"


Just pick the photos you like best... Hehehe.

Oops, I meant Ho Ho Ho.





Thursday, September 17, 2009

Superfluous

I am superfluous. I have spent this afternoon, post child pick up, satisfying my need to peer into other lives by reading blogs. Greedily living vicariously via the achievements of many, some known to me, most strangers. I have drooled over delicious concoctions from incredible cooks, been inspired by those working towards helping themselves and our planet, sighed and cried over amazing photos and words designed to inspire.

And then I come back to me. *Sigh*. What can I do? What purpose does my little blog do other than let me whinge, whine, rant and moan in a relatively quiet and unobtrusive space? I once had *ambitions*. I had *plans* and *desires*, even *goals*. I cannot sew, I can manage basic meals, sadly similar to the meat and three veg dishes my mother served to us, I certainly cannot paint and though I sometimes fluke a couple of good photos, it is not by talent or design. *Sigh*.

I really should give this reading away, it is terribly bad for my self-esteem. Maybe superfluous was the wrong term, I think inadequate is more appropriate. *Sigh*...