Marissa had the chance to play in the NW Iowa Middle School Strings Concert the other day. As you can see, I took my camera along. As you can see, I could use a little zoom in my lens. But you get the gist. Really, why do you bring a camera to a music concert anyway? I should have brought a recorder of some sort because she, and the rest of the kids from our middle school, totally rocked the
house church. My goodness. I seriously get teary-eyed when I hear them play. Even when they just warm up, it gets to me. I thought I was the only one, but the Captain said he had the same thing. We're weird that way.
So after a wonderful concert, and dinner out with some friends afterward, we forsook Best Buy, Target, and Lowe's and headed home. School night you know. Besides, that, the light was really pretty as only it can be on an autumn evening in rural Iowa.
Actually these pics were from the trip down to the concert. Love the different textures of the fields as they are harvested. And catching that telephone pole right in the middle of the photo as I was hanging out the car window at 67 miles per hour - well, that's raw talent I tell you.
I'd like to live on that hill. I'd put my horses out back.
Oh dear, I have become my husband. We can add this to his cloud picture collection. The Captain's a sucker for a good cloud formation.
We can add this one to the side-profile-of-the-Captain-as-he-is-driving-collection. Seems like we have a bunch of those shots too. But this one is special because here I am experimenting with creative sun flare. It looks like a golden sneeze. (HER-RUSSIA!! That's a joke only the girls and the Captain will appreciate.) And that large piece or radioactive green bokeh bursting forth from his right frontal temporal lobe, well, like I said. Raw talent.
Then we saw this little rainbow-ish thing. It was more like a rain-cylinder than a rainbow. But it was pretty cool looking. Turns out we were the lucky ones getting a nice little rain shower back in the OC.
Wish this one hadn't been so blurry 'cause the light was pretty neat-o keen. Like I said, 67 mph hanging out the window of your car never does much for the sharpness of your pictures. Your hair either, for that matter.
And here's what it's all about in NW Iowa this time of year. I still love the sight, smell, and sound of a good hard fought harvest being brought in. There's something very good and right about it. Like hearing your girl warm up for her orchestra concert. Ahhhh.
It's a good life.