2011 Feet Tall.
By Papa is a Preacher on November 27, 2011
Today's will be a little...odd. Ever since forever, if I have a camera in my hands, and I'm a tad bit disinterested in whatever is going on, or I am passing the time, I will invariably, inevitably, sooner or later, take a picture of my feet. It's a habit that I'm not sure when, where, or how originated. It's just another part of my weirdness. So this morning while going through my albums of 2011, I started noticing a pattern. Every two or three occasions/events/place there would be a picture of my feet, and each photo had a story. So here's 2011. In feet.
This photo I took at the end of 2010. We were at grandma's house, and Victor and the neighborhood kids were engaged in a soccer game. I was running up and down the dusty asphalt street, barefoot, and with my camera, trying to photograph them. It was a lazy day, and all I had to do was photograph that lazy day. My feet got dirty. I took a picture.
Sometimes I'll vary a little, and take a photo of just my footwear. I love my Havaianas flip flops, and wore them constantly this summer. I photographed them at the park one warm summer day. Crystal and I were at the park, reading. It just seemed appropriate to shoot them.
We were coming back from leaving Daddy the Vancouver airport. He was traveling to some distant land again. I was amusing myself with the cell phone's camera.
|First day on the Porumbaco resort in Romania.|
We were back to Negoiu. It was lunch time and while the others finished their lunch, Irina and I climbed up the rocks. I found a nice spot, sat down, and the water from the mountain waterfall was so nice, I had to photograph it (with my feet of course).
On our way up to Bulea Lac. We were in a jittery crowded minivan, on a dusty, meandering road for hours. My Havaianas were present.
I spent a good part of my summer here. On the Porumbaco resort campus. There was a funny little stream there. It wouldn't stop gurgling, every day and night. Reminded me of someone I know. Who never ceases to talk, or blog. Anyways, I went there most every day to read. I finished reading Austen's Northanger Abbey there.
|We were back from Romania, it was one of the last summer days here in Abbotsford. We had sunset at a park we had just found. The sun was setting on the lake, I photographed my feet instead.|
|Sometimes I also photograph other people's feet. They usually don't know about it until I've blogged it. This is Victor's foot.|
|It was a fall morning. There was dew on the ground. It had the audacity to wet my moccasins! |
|We stopped at a park on our way home from Washington. We had sunset. The weather was making me feel blue-ish. So I wore pink shoes.|
Beware, I might foot-ograph your toes next!