We were at a family dinner to celebrate my cousin coming back from his LDS Mission. As soon as I saw this dish come in I know that I had to have a picture of it.
105mm f/8 1/80s
I was hand holding both the plate and the camera so the focus is softer than I would have wanted.
Day 132 – Thistle
Yeah I know this is unorthodox, but hey it’s my blog and I’ll post what want to. I really liked both of these pictures but for different reasons the top is something I love the bottom something I hate. When I was young, 10-13 I am guessing. Acrossed the street between the road and “sidewalk” from our house was a field of these Russian Thistles. I am not sure it was a punishment for some wrong doing I had done (or was going to do), but one of my jobs during the summer was to go and cut down these evil plants. If you have never had any dealings with thistles they have thorns awful thorns. Anyway I remember clearly being in this mess of plants taller than me trying to cut them down with a shovel and then trying to dodge them as they came down. Then moving them to a pile with the stupid thorns going through my glove like butter. I kept dreaming that someone see my struggles and give me a reward/key to the city/interview in the newspaper. Alas nothing not even a thank you from the lady acrossed the street. Rarely, do I see that space without thinking back to how hard and miserably I worked doing a thankless job cleaning out an area that wasn’t even ours. I am amazed that I am as well adjusted as I am.
105mm f/8 1/250s