Perhaps its a bit vain to only have picked my own work in this journal but after all it is MY dA story, not someone else.
I cant really remember how I got here, who showed me...I only remember that one day I had gotten in to a site that I like to visit, a site where Ive found many dear friends (you all know who you are) and a site that in different ways have challanged me and made me develop not only my art but my writing and photography (ok...Im not so good at it, but I have fun trying...and that in a way is sometimes more important than the endproduct).
Well...I cant say I act my age, and I dont think I have many "grownup points" if there is such a thing. My mother used to say that age is nothing but a number and doesnt say how you NEED to act. More and more I see her in some ways that I act. Im no longer afraid to make people laugh at my shenanigans, and as many of my (online) friends know, Im not one to let a cheeky pun slip me by
My dog, my love and my greatest treasure. What would I do without you?
How many times have I cried with you, how many times have you pressed yourself close to me, making me feel like I do matter - for someone. You are as stubborn as I am, and just as much the goof. You are not just my shadow, you are my friend and companion, my love and my light. You teach me things everyday, make me discover things in nature that my poor eyesight and smell (compared to yours) that I wouldnt have seen if it hadnt been for you. Thank you.
I could show you LOTS of pictures of Qelly, but these two have to do.
My first posted picture on dA in 2008. What was I thinking with that saddle? Still, its not overly bad but...dang it...that saddle...
So typical me. Not perhaps the motive of this photo but...how I sometimes get stuck on details. I so strive for making every detail "special" and good that I after having spent hours on a picture...totally lose the "umph" for it and hurryscurry to get it done sometimes only because Ive seen something new at the horizon. Something I need to practice on.