tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44331990019075054532024-02-18T18:13:11.895-08:00Sunlight SketchesPhoto A DayMichele Barbalethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217534966877844467noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433199001907505453.post-59039094039619038812010-02-15T20:23:00.000-08:002010-02-15T20:47:47.395-08:00February has come and is now nearly gone. More clicking, baking, reading, designing and a role playing group interview just break up the norm. I love <a href="http://bighugelabs.com/">bighugelabs</a> which I used to create this mosaic. Makes being lazy look really good.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/11989788@N02/sets/72157623319771695/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoJWRY4t_kEej9avFUuQHVVwdLufl6aonV_H6n7DJbj66-aeVU2XY2FLiH3ooH6RzYr8bJxJJJNoD0CqL19Zg0yTCYYUmRWmsRweR1aXshnFSJdNcVi5TiBMlHmyhO7oegPf9FdHB47Y/s320/mosaicf9bf4a624f4c08b0c5ab632783637f3880510ed9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438693068133509586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Starting at the top left...which is the most recent, we have Pixel playing (with help from Tom) on my new tripod. (Thanks sweetie) New faucet, the bowl under the sink that had to be drained twice daily is now gone, yeah! Valentine present enjoyed early. Sorry, mom I couldn't resist. Pixel being cute as per usual. I'm getting old so I had a super big key made so I could differentiate between the two house keys. Missing Holden. Don't think that will ever go away. I'm never getting another dog as long as I live. Never! Card making...because it's relaxing. Lastly we have the rain, which is now gone because that picture is at least 9 days old.Michele Barbalethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217534966877844467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433199001907505453.post-53674473336456007992010-02-06T13:36:00.000-08:002010-02-06T13:39:51.395-08:0037/365<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTtFOPWO_lFICnu-WDEC9FoDCi-70AVCQ7l2-WNFtICAZH8wkKdOr__8H0eVAXghgY2BonF4UBVDYqgw39AUrs_EXSTboduhxVTJ6gJpgCJUtKKe9ixP_lZVHAq24rRKP3dyVszE8U1os/s1600-h/37-365+dated.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTtFOPWO_lFICnu-WDEC9FoDCi-70AVCQ7l2-WNFtICAZH8wkKdOr__8H0eVAXghgY2BonF4UBVDYqgw39AUrs_EXSTboduhxVTJ6gJpgCJUtKKe9ixP_lZVHAq24rRKP3dyVszE8U1os/s320/37-365+dated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435248310526814178" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A storm came into town. We've gotten more rain in the first months of 2010 then we did all of last year.<br /><br />This is a picture of my windshield. The green dots are water droplets reflected by some neon light. The two round light blurs are headlights.Michele Barbalethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217534966877844467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433199001907505453.post-65748471213268128202010-02-06T13:29:00.000-08:002010-02-06T13:35:22.778-08:0036/365<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif66La6kTEsZqB0zAk1sxP2Ydfdof9088NYN3SN-FEUYFcDjwEpEVmmVSpE_DPub5SrVBYfFWzn-Cupsa_C3h5lMwAVvZb2FAbrWuPiK_UkAl_BulUo1PFZTMmpj3tg18RDmxIyXqo1Dw/s1600-h/36+dated.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif66La6kTEsZqB0zAk1sxP2Ydfdof9088NYN3SN-FEUYFcDjwEpEVmmVSpE_DPub5SrVBYfFWzn-Cupsa_C3h5lMwAVvZb2FAbrWuPiK_UkAl_BulUo1PFZTMmpj3tg18RDmxIyXqo1Dw/s320/36+dated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435246930692660290" border="0" /></a><br />When I signed up for a Cake Design class I had no idea I was going to have to wear this hideous uniform. The setup of this picture is actually a lift of another picture I did about 2 years ago. I shot it for a Layout that has been filed under "for my eyes only". For now at least.<br /><br />I also had to get a health card. Ugh...no TB test but I had to get a HepA vaccine which was worse. I am enjoying the class though. It's like culinary boot camp. Serious fun.Michele Barbalethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217534966877844467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433199001907505453.post-52567213230461015592010-02-04T12:16:00.000-08:002010-02-04T12:22:32.199-08:0035/365<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigWrzx8xjaHsz7HF1Ua1rLsO0H9RdmQP-2C1iqiaMJpnATjDCIeGM5Gusr6T_hKUqsKZvIdfEmG06qFT3M-2M5ME4diqmZINCUoxpd7pqrTOlnlGiYPUEekNbdk5PlwrKoRBEWSvTIS9c/s1600-h/35-365+dated.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigWrzx8xjaHsz7HF1Ua1rLsO0H9RdmQP-2C1iqiaMJpnATjDCIeGM5Gusr6T_hKUqsKZvIdfEmG06qFT3M-2M5ME4diqmZINCUoxpd7pqrTOlnlGiYPUEekNbdk5PlwrKoRBEWSvTIS9c/s320/35-365+dated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434485182455347858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Finally getting around to scanning all of the old family slides. The quality of the photo that is retained in a slide is amazing. This is a picture of my mom as a little one.<br /></span></span>Michele Barbalethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217534966877844467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433199001907505453.post-73088627639088471562010-02-03T10:16:00.001-08:002010-02-03T10:22:05.944-08:0034/365<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnHFHGMsgnAgOfdRkSIVSjutYDW6KBbVNCS66CkcS8oeYWh4TaPbYLLD4Wx9kW3dFI8KvXFcvhJ48qrsgpFIbl-il_QDp4JZ9jS1lbF8IKghvRLlOgKI6HXbJ_u83rhS6DhHQpRI36_fw/s1600-h/34365+dated+update.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnHFHGMsgnAgOfdRkSIVSjutYDW6KBbVNCS66CkcS8oeYWh4TaPbYLLD4Wx9kW3dFI8KvXFcvhJ48qrsgpFIbl-il_QDp4JZ9jS1lbF8IKghvRLlOgKI6HXbJ_u83rhS6DhHQpRI36_fw/s320/34365+dated+update.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434082934482517138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><p style="margin: 0in; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Practicing writing with chocolate for my cake design class.</span></p>Michele Barbalethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217534966877844467noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4433199001907505453.post-13783034391673635652010-02-03T08:38:00.000-08:002010-02-03T10:21:45.701-08:0033/365<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNcOb5K32slNBRQ8BHxZr0I0Q1bJOeqzyb3pvbDG7E_r47ZRX_Q0a4ZX-A9MvhELOK28e4glyuPjUQBtyvBT9Gf8J4h4ip9N-L9-_R2dt7TtSVtDup1qegwpbyuZ9AouM-T-RUqHuqVg/s1600-h/33+dated+done.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdNcOb5K32slNBRQ8BHxZr0I0Q1bJOeqzyb3pvbDG7E_r47ZRX_Q0a4ZX-A9MvhELOK28e4glyuPjUQBtyvBT9Gf8J4h4ip9N-L9-_R2dt7TtSVtDup1qegwpbyuZ9AouM-T-RUqHuqVg/s320/33+dated+done.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434081590921502738" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >The stages of lifeā¦or at least that's what my mother in law called it. I thought it was a perfect description of one of the plants in the fernery at Sydney's Royal Botanical Garden. She said that botanists would have sketched it as an example of the stages of a plants life. When I took an Art Rendering class I thought, that is what I will do; Sketch my photo. I am not the best artist so I still prefer my photo. However, my mom was incredibly nice and framed my art for me. It's amazing what a frame can do.</span></span>Michele Barbalethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08217534966877844467noreply@blogger.com0