This year’s photo project: Snowpeople. Me and my big ideas. Maine winters make people do crazy things, and I’m no exception. I decided it would be fun to do a Joles Photography snowpeople portrait. I tried to think of all the details. If we were snowpeople, what would we look like? What makes us us? People who know us will pick out Chris’ lucky Iron Maiden t-shirt, my leopard print, and the signature sunglasses. There are even Nikons. I made […]
Ah, the divine joys of Maine weather. What Summer gives us in beauty, Winter just snatches back in bitter. Currently, we are enjoying a deep freeze. (I chose the term “enjoying” because at no other time of the year are we thrilled to reach a high of 12 degrees.) Yes, here we are in a pipe-bursting, face-stinging, “you’ve got to pee sometime, dog” stretch of subzero temperatures that makes 20 degrees and sunny feels like a heat wave. And did […]
The joke around here is that Jack Daniels can fix anything. If a little of Old No 7 can’t make it better – be it a hacking cough or a nightmare of a day – then you’re really screwed. 2017 was the year that even Jack Daniels couldn’t fix. God knows I tried. Don’t go sending me the local schedule of AA meetings. We may buy Jack by the half gallon, but a bottle has an awfully long shelf life […]
In our lengthy holiday season crammed full of baubles and jingles and merry Kris Kringles, I am admittedly a bit of a humbug, a Christmas crank even. But even my frosty heart, several sizes too small, looks forward to the sentimental things of Christmases past. Years ago, I inherited, aka swiped, the box full of Grammie James’ tiny Christmas bulbs. There they were stuffed under tarnished garland and beside a decade’s supply of tinsel looking and even smelling just like […]
My grandmother James had a rose bush, the lightest of pink and quite small. If you looked out the kitchen window just right, craning your neck a bit, you could see the little thing. To be precise, it was planted in the back corner of the lawn by the pasture behind a huge lilac bush. I’m surprised it lived at all, but as my dad always said, “roses are either going to die or nothing is going to kill them.” […]
Timing is everything. If you grew up on a farm as I did, you know that timing is everything – when to plant, when to tend, when to get the crop harvested before all hell breaks loose and all is lost. I wouldn’t have been much of a farmer. We have a tiny urban lot and are blessed with substantial shade. The only perennials that grow easily, and by that I mean really thrive, are the traditional, well-suited hosta and […]
This shot is from 2014 when Styx, Foreigner and Don Felder performed at the Darlings Waterfront Pavilion here in Bangor Maine. Ann spent 20 minutes on the phone with Don yesterday talking about the new tour with Styx and REO Speedwagon. What the fans can expect from the show in August. Along with sharing a few other fun tidbits about life with the Eagles, Hotel California and what he does in his down time. It was a joy to sit […]
Lacking inspiration today I reached back into my South Africa files. I really like high contrast black and white images. Black blacks and bright whites, not that bleak grey stuff. So, with that said, I just started an online black and white class to hopefully bring my black and white work to the next level. Zebra’s seem like a great place to start. They have both black and white.
Something about this lone blossom, awaiting its turn in its cycle of life. Just something to keep my brain working and going in the right direction. Thanks for following along with me on this little journey. Your kind words of strength and reassurance mean the world to me. Each day we are one step closer to where we want to be.
When we lived in the Salt Lake Valley many, many years ago, people were always excited to hear that I was from Maine. “Oh, is it just as gorgeous as the photographs?” “I’ve always wanted to see Maine, the coast looks so beautiful.” “We went there when I was little. It was so pretty.” That was heart warming to hear, so far from home. Then we would chat, and inevitably, I’d tell them I was from Northern Maine – nearly […]