Time for Me to Fly

I'm going almost wordless once again. Because it's been one of those weeks...

Eye Candy

I'm almost done with my retouching project, and then I get to go back to a normal life. Until then, here we go again... Today's installment is the result of my playing around with various Photoshop filter and plug-in combinations following a trip to Moab last Thanksgiving.* I have no monetary interest in Photoshop or any filters or plug-ins and am not being compensated for mentioning them; I just love manipulating photos and sharing what I've done.

Wordless Wednesday

Eye Candy

Still plugging away on my retouching project, so you have to put up with just a wee bit more photography...

Today's installment is a study of contrast in texture.

100!

I've cycled 100 miles in a day. They call that a Century Ride.

I've crocheted 100 (or more) teddy bears and 100 (or more) snowflakes in the last 13 months. I've held a $100 bill in my hands, and even better, I've deposited one in my savings. Several times, I'm very proud to report!

I've done 100 situps at a time. I've shot 100 photos in an hour. Several times. I've climbed 60 flights of stairs more than 100 times in the last two years, and I've done more than 100 flights of stairs in a day 16 times since I began climbing stairs.

And now I've done 100 blahg posts!

To think that back in June, I was terrified I might not have enough creative ideas to fill a blahg. I procrastinated starting my blahg for nearly two years because I was so apprehensive of adding one more thing to my already full plate.

I wanted this post to be special, so I was really hoping I might photograph something spectacular over the weekend. We had 13 inches of snow in our second significant accumulation of the season, and my photo excursions did not disappoint!

This is one very happy Century Blahg Post!

Fingerprint Friday

This year's handmade scarves are beginning to roll in...

I do several charity projects throughout the year, but the one at Christmas-time always takes the biggest bite out of my time. But I could never do this project alone. Each year, this particular project demonstrates the amazing generosity of my friends and co-workers.

For about six or seven years now, a bunch of my co-workers and friends have been spending a Saturday or Sunday, usually in November, at a residential treatment center for high-risk teenage girls. My friends and co-workers do the girls' makeup and hair, and then one of my co-workers uses boas, fake furs, jewelry and other fun props to model the girls while I shoot glamor-type portraits. The girls are all showered with attention as we try to bring out the best in them. We call it Makeover Madness.

I then retouch and print the portraits, and then a HUGE group of my friends and co-workers helps assemble the photos into albums we sprinkle with motivational quotes. We stick the albums into gift bags (which are donated and recycled by all kinds of folks) filled with all kinds of gifts (again donated by all kinds of folks). Then a group of us plays Santa and delivers the bags out to the girls in December.

Each girl gets a handmade scarf made by one of my friends or co-workers. I can't even begin to tell you how many people have learned how to knit or crochet specifically for this project. Some of them don't make anything the entire rest of the year. They do just this. They do it for me, because I ask for help, and they do it because it makes them feel good inside.

For hopefully obvious reasons, I can't share pictures of the girls or give any details at all about the bonding I witness each year as we do this. The expressions on the girls' faces when they dive into their bags, hungrily looking for those photo albums, and then their expressions when they see they really can be beautiful are so worth every ounce of time, energy and sacrifice it takes to do this year after year. The girls excitedly share their photos with each other and with their staff. We always include extra photos they can give away as Christmas (or other) gifts. (Yes, we respect the beliefs of those who don't celebrate Christmas.)

I'm very grateful to be allowed to share my talents, and I'm so grateful for my friends and co-workers. I'm grateful we were able to pull it off once again this year, even though this year has been a financial struggle for so many.

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Steven Curtis Chapman sings:

I can see the fingerprints of God
When I look at you
I can see the fingerprints of God
And I know its true
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with
The fingerprints of God

PamperingBeki challenges bloggers each Friday to discover, recognize and see God's fingerprints and share them with the rest of the world. See instructions to join in here. Also check the other blogs linked there to see more great Fingerprints!

Friday Funny

Good thing I wasn't sipping water when I watched this one. My computer would have been all wet!

And here is the link in case you can't view it above.