Moving!

Oh...I'm moving Seaside Sharon to Sharondipity Photography...the blog. It's a rather happy/sad thing. I'm excited to do this, but this blog has been around for so long.

I'm doing it to simplify things a bit. Make it easier for my photography clients to get a glimpse into more than just photo sessions. So this is the last post here. I will be leaving it up, so we can still look at all the pictures.

Thanks for all my followers. And please, come on over to Sharondipity Photography...the blog for more wonderful pictures. And more stories to go with them.

It will be fun she said...

Seaside!

I just love it when I find photos that I forgot to upload! Here are some from our last trip to Seaside...

The Great Gulfcoast Arts Festival 2013

We went to the art festival and walked around. Looking at all the wonderful art and, of course, taking pictures. One tent caught my attention. It was the Pensacola Quilter's Guild. A very patient lady took the time to tell me about all the beautiful quilts as I took photos of them.

...and she will recite Keats under her breath...

A stroll along the beach this beautiful Saturday morning. What a wonderful life...

"You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots."
.•*♥ Rosemarie Urquico

“Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.”
.•*♥ Ernest Hemingway

Fiesta Sand Sculpture Contest 2013

A ride to the beach to see the sculptures in the making. Talking to the artists. What a diverse group of people!

Seaside Community Yardsale Spring 2013

You know my love for a yardsale. Well, multiply that by a gazillion, and you have my love for the Seaside Community Yardsale. They have one spring and fall. This is our first spring trip. So much fun, people, and bargains! We were unable to stay for very long this time. I'm having knee issues which severely limits my time walking. But I did get to see the event. And even managed to bargain for a waffle iron. That makes three for me. I'm a believer that if you are going to make waffles, fire up the irons so everyone can eat at once! I may hang a sign and go into the waffle business!!

at the dock

A morning at the fish shop. For shrimp. Drew shopped. I photographed. I love behind the fish market!

Another easy Saturday...

Woke up too late for yard sales this morning. So went for coffee and then off to the Palafox Market for a cool morning stroll. Mostly I just wanted to take some pictures.

Got home. Downloaded the pictures to my computer. Edited them in Lightroom. Then did some fancy folder moving in Lightroom. Lost the folder. Completely. So I started the process all over again. Download...edit...etc. This time I paid better attention and didn't lose one! I LOVE Lightroom, but sometimes it can be very confusing. The thing that I love most about it is also the thing I hate most when I mess up.

Live by the sword. Die by the sword.

The Farmers Market...and another pelican

Went to the Farmers Market this morning. Unusually warm I think...but nice. The market is growing and growing. Love it. Then ran a few errands and I remembered a "Pelican in Paradise" that I have been meaning to photograph. It was on my way, so I stopped there, also.

But, we'll start with our tree. I'm in love with it this year. We finally got a new one. Our last one was over 10 years old! This one is 9' tall, and a little more narrow than our old one. Fuller. This picture was actually the first shot with my new lens I bought. I was testing it last night.

The true harvest of my life is intangible...

Autumn. We don't get much of it in Florida. But, none the less, you can still feel it in the air.

There are small signs. The proliferation of monarch butterflies making their journey to their promised land. My river birch beside our front porch...the leaves are starting to dry and become golden. The squirrel party every afternoon as they gather acorns dropping from our oak tree in the front yard.

All signs of autumn.

"The true harvest of my life is intangible - a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Henry David Thoreau

Market Morning

I wanted to talk with one of the vendors at the market about flowers. So I took my camera and did a short walk. It was wonderful. The market has grown so much this year. I'm so happy to see that.

"I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal I cannot be comprehended except by my permission..."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Nikki Giovanni

New Orleans 2012: 14

Well. This is the last batch of photos from this trip. From the end of the night to the view of the rooftops from our hotel window.

sigh

"Codeine...bourbon..." (Tallulah Bankhead's last coherent words)."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Denis Brian, Tallulah, Darling: A Biography Of Tallulah Bankhead

New Orleans 2012: 13

This is the evening...as you will be able to tell. Nikki and I made off to Bourbon Street and had a Hurricane at Pat O'Brien's. The Hurricane will explain many of the photos :-)

"The world, although well-lighted with fluorescents and incandescent bulbs and neon, is still full of odd dark corners and unsettling nooks and crannies."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Stephen King, Firestarter

New Orleans 2012: 12

"But I always liked side-paths, little dark back-alleys behind the main road- there one finds adventures and surprises..."
 ¸.•*´¨`♥ Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

New Orleans 2012: 11

"Light is more important than the lantern, The poem more important than the notebook."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Nizar Qabbani

New Orleans 2012: 10

"...folding her fingers around the delicate bowl of a porcelain teacup. Looking pale and exhausted, her blue eyes ringed with dark shadows, she swallowed a mouthful of heavily sweetened tea before continuing."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Lisa Kleypas, It Happened One Autumn

New Orleans 2012: 9

This next photo is of a man that noticed my camera, and secretly waved me over. So I went. We began a photography discussion, and at some point he pulled out this lens (I still don't exactly know what kind it was) and whipped in on my camera...over the existing lens. Then proceeded to place his eye inches from my camera and insisted I take a picture. We were so close. He did not know the meaning of personal space, and for that moment, I had to let any perception I had about personal space go. Therefore I took a picture of his eye...very close with all the wonderful bushy-ness of his eyebrow.

I only wish I had the wits about me to take a photo of him...but he had me rather at a disadvantage. He was older. Arabic. Short. Creamy brown skin with deep set wrinkles. Many smile lines. A full, gloriously white beard that went to his chest. And, you can see the twinkle in his eye.

"The seat of the soul is there where the inner and outer worlds meet."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth

New Orleans 2012: 8

"Masquerades disclose the reality of souls. As long as no one sees who we are, we can tell the most intimate details of our life."
¸.•*´¨`♥ Fernando Pessoa

New Orleans 2012: 7

New Orleans 2012: 6