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Tonight I made some super yummy miso soup that apparently is only super yummy to humans over the age of 25.   I had some framing issues and my food was getting cold so this is what you get.

Then I had the grumpy girl point at me to practice some manual focusing and depth of field.

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This little dude/lady was trapped on my cactus and after saving it's life it was not terribly cooperative as a model.
Ingrate.
I managed to fire off a few gems before it flipped itself on it's back for the 33rd time.  I think Pearl the Pug ate it after the photo shoot.

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A spectacular frosting this morning!  
I really need some snowshoes. I had a great time but after looking through the shots I took, the images just seem to lack something.  I don't know maybe I'm just grumpy.  Most of the salvageable pictures need a lot time to process on my P.O.S. slow computer but here's a few that were finished tonight.


After a movie with the wife I'll be off to the same field to shoot some stars.


[EDIT: I got called for work tomorrow morning, damn beeper!  AND it's friggin' cold out there.  I'm gonna wuss out on this star trail project for tonight...maybe I'll get psyched up for it next weekend...or maybe it'll wait until spring.  I'll bring my camera with me tomorrow morning, so you may be seeing some more frost.]

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The boy.

Tomorrow should be interesting.  I'll drag myself out of bed for a (hopefully) frosty morning.  These warmer days and clear frigid nights have created the perfect brew for the elusive hoarfrost.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed.  Then tomorrow night I plan to do some star trail/long exposure/lightpainting/landscapes if the ideas in my head come to fruition.  I wish I had friends that were interested in the same tedious art but, alas, I shall be tromping around in a dark field all by my lonesome self...sniff...sniff.

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Just wandering the house this evening, camera in hand.
For some reason this mundane scene appealed to me.