You’ll get a much better view of the photos if you click on one and view them as a gallery.
The photo prompt this week was shadow.
You’ll get a much better view of the photos if you click on one and view them as a gallery.
The photo prompt this week was shadow.
I just completed a mixed media assemblage titled “Chaos Theory,” but living up to its name, I forgot to photograph it before I took it to the gallery. In lieu of it, please click on the first photo to enlarge and read the story of all of these other examples of chaos!
If you’d like to read the poem that goes with the Donald Trump pinata, go HERE.



Every day, these three “B“est friends would come to our front door looking for the dog who was missing from our house. On the last day, they surprised us from coming to the back beach side door. Wish I could have seen them finally reunited!
And finally, “B” is for Big Black Birds. In this case, grackles.Cee’s B&W photos that begin with B or W are here: http://ceenphotography.com/cees-black-white-challenge/




I love how one of the inflatable rafts has a picture of a palm tree on it and how the other has a reflection of a real palm tree on it. The third picture is of a huge alebrije that was carried by the Feria committee in a parade in Mexico City. It is of the goddess of the lake, Michicihualli, and her two fish companions.

This is the door to my art studio. Diego is the handsome dog who remains outside by virtue of a screen door between us.

This trucker’s companion is well-trained not to exit even when it is an almost irresistible temptation.
What makes a door noteworthy? Sometimes it is the person who lived behind it, sometimes what is beyond it. Some doors are important because we choose not to walk through them and others change our lives when we do. Aesthetically, metaphorically and psychologically, doors hold an importance to us our entire lives. Here are some of mine.
http://ceenphotography.com/2015/06/11/thursday-doors-june-11-2015/
I rescued this doll, my pride and joy at age 6, from my sister’s attic. I thought it had been lost to a tornado forty years ago, but it seems my sister had whisked it off from my parents’ basement prior to the tornado that ripped its roof off a few years later. Minus her shoes and socks and a bit dirty of face, she shows the wear and tear of two more generations of little girls. She is a near-life-sized walking doll. If you lift one arm and lower it, it causes her legs to see-saw and if you hold on tight, she walks with you. One eye has come loose in the socket, but she retains the full-cheeked youth that most of the little girls who have played with her have since forfeited. I no longer remember her name, but I do remember which corner of my yellow-walled, green linoleumed and dormered room she resided in.
Oops–just found this one I have to add. Found at the beach recently:
These pictures and this story are in response to this challenge: http://teepee12.com/2015/05/20/serendipitous-photo-prompt-2015-6-toni-plastic/
The Prompt: 90 percent of each photo must be in one color.

http://ceenphotography.com/2015/03/31/cees-fun-foto-challenge-colorful-monotones/
The Prompt: This week its all about roads, paved or unpaved.
First of all, here’s a little background music for you to view these pictures by. You’re in for a treat if you do listen to Norah Jones singing her rendition of Long Way Home.