She can shoot

My youngest has taken to shooting.

And she seems to have the composition gene.

The September Issue & Anna Wintour

Over the last few days I've been taking bites out of a documentary I quite enjoyed: The September Issue - Anna Wintour & the making of VOGUE. I'd started by trying to watch The Devil Wears Prada and had the kind folks at Netflix suggest I watch this. I've loved it. Such an interesting look at how an issue -- the big September issue -- of VOGUE is produced. And there was quite a stunning contrast to the fictionalized story in The Devil Wears Prada. Watching Meryl Streep in her turn as the Wintouresque mag editor was such fun but I certainly didn't get the work ethic and pure sense of dedication to perfection I saw in the actual Ms. Wintour.

I plan to watch it again, and thoroughly digest it, but from my first viewing, I walked away with a few of distinct notions:

Wintour is fully dedicated to fashion and the success of her magazine.
Wintour embraces her decisive ability.
Not everyone who works and lives in fashion is glamorous and young. In fact, the woman who stole my heart throughout the piece is Grace Coddington who is wonderful, wonderful, wonderful but neither of the former. Just magnificent and talented and wildly creative and, well, wonderful. I was pleasantly surprised. Enthused and inspired even.

If you care about fashion at all, I recommend you take a peak at it.

Visual Feasting

Here are a just few of my favorite visual things:
None are mine, all from favorite blogs.
Enjoy.

 From Spain Daily.

From A Journey to a Happy, Simple Life.

From The Yellow Door Paperie.

 

Sent to me. So beautiful, but the artist is unknown.

160 Any Street

I believe I'd be more than happy to live at 160 Whatever Street.
Assuming the flowers speak like this against the garden gate.
And you?

Both a viewfinder and a point of view.

This is one of the many pictures from our Memorial Trip to Saralynn's graduation party. A gift that keeps on giving. My son picked up the camera and had me stop mid-turn to get the shot.

What's so cool and so wonderful, is that I did the same thing with my very first Pentax ME 30 years ago. My dad had taken me on the beautiful drive to Occidental and Freestone in Northern California because my photo trigger finger was terribly itchy and he knew just what I'd like.

At some point I'll get into the photo boxes from those days and scan and post the pix together.

Our eyes see beauty through the viewfinder. And sometimes we behold in simultaneity.