Fire Dancers

A couple of months ago (yes, I am all sorts of behind in my uploads...sigh...) my friend Holly had a community themed birthday party replete with all sorts of entertainment. The highlight for me was the professional juggling/fire dance pair Mountain Mischief. Consider hiring them for your next bar mitzvah or party; they're good people and highly entertaining. They even juggled around Holly and didn't catch her on fire! Score!

Merry Xmas

Last week on the Mental Floss blog, they had an article about making "art" with Christmas lights using SLR cameras. I read it with interest, but at the time I was thinking, "This is the type of stuff that is fun for photographers because they get to play with their cameras, but the results aren't visually arresting enough to hold the viewer's interest." I didn't think I would try anything like this myself, until I arrived to my parents' house last night to find that my mother had not one, not two, but three Christmas trees in the house. I just happened to bring my camera so...here are my mom's three Christmas trees, in order, not quite looking like Christmas trees.

Autumn Color

Happy Thanksgiving.

Happy Halloween

Yeah, I know it was yesterday. Can't believe I forgot.
Personally, I think November 1 has a lot more juju.

Beets

Caught playing with my food again.

Chinatown by color & texture

Food (IMO) shouldn't have a face.



























The granny undies made me do it!

Real vs. fake.

Chinatown Random

Playing with Fire (Again)

Church Courtyard Corridor

Lassen by the Full Moon (Experiments in Night Photography)

I went camping last weekend and decided that the full moon was a good excuse to play with long exposures.

Barbie Flambé

Some people said it would be a shame to burn my work, and as fond as I was of what I had made, there was only reason I made this piece:


Burn the witch! Burn her!




















Don't feel too badly for her; she died a noble death: for art. When I found her for fifty cents in the thrift store, she had already been victim of a dog attack. The poor one armed Barbie would never again have a little girl choose her to play with, to grow up loathing her thunder thighs, bulging belly, and huge ass without realizing why, thus making her the perfect subject and "sacrifice".