Zucchini Flowers in the Morning

First Tomato

First Purple Pepper

Spring

This might be one of the coolest photos I've ever taken... No photoshop!!

The best way to spend a Saturday.

The last book I designed accompanied an exhibit that we recently opened featuring all of the photography and documentation pertaining to Christo and Jeanne-Claude's Running Fence. With this book, I had the opportunity to use non-traditonal materials and techniques. The end result was very gratifying.

Last week I learned that the Washington Book Publishers awarded the book first place in its category. On June 10th, I will learn if it wins Best In Show. Keep your fingers crossed.

Whenever the subject of snakes comes up, it's usually followed by a round of squeals, scrunched noses, and shaking heads. I typically laugh and launch into the story about the time I picked up a snake with my bare hands and held it up to my father; I was about six years old. What courage!

Even as an adult I've not been particularly scared of snakes. I save that fear for spiders and cockroaches. Oh wait - there was that time with the snake in Kentucky... when it tried to get into our boat. That was pretty horrifying.

Today I opened the front door and walked outside. I wasn't two steps out the door when I noticed movement about a foot to my left. I turned and jumped back. There was a snake in our shrub, it's head out, tongue flicking, eyes locked on mine. My courage failed me and I ran all the way around the house, in the back door and up the stairs, yelling to Ryan about a snake.

Turns out I don't care much for snakes. Not if they live at my house.