“I haven’t eaten your sandwich.
Below are some photos I took in Colorado City, Texas
A new session today of self portraits.
And a new post over at my wayswearelost blog.
Yesterday, I walked around Brooklyn with my friend, Deborah. We had so much fun and I tried to get some good shots. A nice break from writing, since my manuscript is almost complete. I’ve missed taking out my camera. Here’s a select few of the ones I’m happiest with.
This was taken at the East River State Park. These men were a hoot!
I turned around when I heard the dogs barking at each other. I’m happy with the shot, with the yellow dog leaping toward the lab.
I love this shot. Outside Juliette’s Cafe.
On the rooftop of Juliette’s Cafe. This was a group of French friends. They were fun to photograph, and thank goodness they didn’t mind me and my camera!
Rooftop of Juliette’s Cafe. So many gorgeous people! This woman was stunning. She saw me taking shots of her and her friends were laughing, but I think she enjoyed it a bit.
Stunning woman, again.
Walking back towards the park. I think these were some Polish houses. They did not speak English that well, but didn’t mind my camera.
Love this shot. Back at the park later that afternoon. Mother playing with her kid. Adorable.
This little girl wanted to test the borders. She ended up actually going in and I was watching, snapping some shots, wondering when her parents would run over to her. They finally did, but I was getting a bit nervous.
Two Hasidic boys walking around the park.
Snapped some soccer!
Apparently, the Hasidic boys wanted to watch some soccer, too. I love this shot. They look very guarded yet curious. What is this blond shiksa doing taking our photo? Nice….
I will have another photo displayed on the London Underground in February for two weeks. Look for it! You can find my profile for this event at ArtBelow
ANGEL NORTHERN LINE PLATFORM 2 NORTHBOUND
Last night was my last night in Texas. I leave for New York this morning. So, I went out to my step-grandparent’s farm to shoot some photos and take in more of my roots.
This is Jerry’s cabbage patch. He was very excited about it. “I like to have something green growing in the winter-time,” he said. “You just put a little salt on ’em and boil ’em, and they’re good.” Sharon said “Shannon, don’t listen to him. They aren’t good!” But they sure are pretty in the sunset.
This is Jerry’s horse, Hot Rod. Him and King, the other horse, were out licking the salt-block when we drove up. I haven’t been around horses in years. Seeing as I used to spend my every waking-moment with horses, it’s a bit of a sore-spot for me, not being able to ride again. But I stood there and felt every ounce of my first child-hood love.
This tree seems mystical to me. It’s out in the middle of a bunch of cotton fields. Sharon said “That tree is where settlers used to conduct church services, right there underneath. When Jerry and I first got married, it used to be twice as big.” “Now it’s all rotted out,” said Jerry. “It used to have another tree beside it, but it fell years ago.”
Sunset through mesquite trees. Mesquite shows up in my writing a lot. Last night I realized just how much I love it.
Last remnants of the cotton-field after harvest.
Home for Thanksgiving, went out to shoot color and things I can’t see out East. The sunshine has it in for me, like the sky, when I’m hanging out the car window, whistling to a blue tune.
Calm. I am calm here, unlike the bustle of New York. So I stole these images to take back with me.
There’s a ghost here, can you see him?