Just a little of what I've been doing.  Building a portfolio.  Taking much longer than I thought it would.  I know I have hundreds of photos but can't seem to find them.

wrote a letter today.  This is part of what I said,

     Mother died when the lilacs were in bloom, and so did Butchie.  Jim was right after Christmas.  I've always had a hard time with Spring.  It's a sad time for me...like another year has come and gone, and a new one is springing up.  What the hell, I was just getting used to cozying up to the fireplace at night.  Now the days are longer and it's still snowing. 

    I just scrubbed the shower, hung a new shower curtain and then took a nice hot shower and washed my hair and put on some makeup.  It's Friday!  Not that we'll be going anywhere.  I'll just put on my parka and go grocery shopping.  However, we have a gift card for $300 from my boss for dinner at the Mariposa.  Wonder if I can get Bruce excited about that.  He usually comes home tired and wants dinner and the sofa, with kitty on top.  

 I guess we'll take down our Christmas lights this weekend. Most of them have blown

off the house anyway.  Looks like we have another week of unsettled weather...probably more snow.  My outside is not happy.  He's out there sleeping in what little spot of sun he can find and looks so lonely.  Oh, did I tell you, we had one of those reverse 911 calls a few days ago...mountain lion spotted in Old Town.  What excitement.  Now when I go for a hike I have to worry about getting jumped on or trampled by a Moose......we had those trotting past our house during the film festival.  Imagine how many animals have lived without ever seeing a human, and now they live in town.

So, I guess I'll sign off.  Oh, I made a video too, maybe I can post that on here. Let's see.

I think it's there.  A very special day with my great grand babies out at the barn.  Jen was along and we took pictures.  It was in the Fall 2016.

REMEMBER ME

I want to thank every artist I have photographed for your thoughtful credits for the photos I create for you. I do notice, and it makes my heart sing...I feel the reward and love.... and you know, deep down I am in awe, and somehow in a subliminal way I travel your journey too. I am honored by this.  

One fun photoshoot on location produced two CD covers, you can't complain about that. Your success is mine.

I do these works of art, and I say art because they are. I pay attention to every detail and hope my photo makes a connection with you.... because I love you!

I have made a vow to support all those in the musical profession. I hope someday to photograph every one of you. There is a coffee table book in my creative juices...(it will happen, I am a published author x 12.) Thank you from the bottom of my heart for remembering me.


A sprinkling of my favorite portraits to date that just happen to be on my hard drive. I have so many more but they are on other storage drives. I will update this later today. Happy trails my loves!

I just received in the mail a wonderful CD. Heartfelt songs, well written and recorded with great backup and musicianship. I enjoyed listening! I was proud to see the photos I took on the cover and inside, and my photography business credited properly inside. I was a little saddened, that the hand written thank you note must have gotten lost.

It kinda hurts a little, well hurts a lot. A simple gift I've always treasured from the "hand of a songwriter". I know this writer had a hard road to travel to get to the depths of the songs. 

I have saved every note and personally signed CD I've ever received.I value them. I'm sure each handwritten note will find a place in the book I am writing, about songwriters I've worked with...

I too, know the costs of producing a CD. I wish this young person great success and satisfaction in the work, and for my own lesson this day, I realize how God must feel when he gives to us and we forget to show our thanks, not only in words but in what we do, how we value his heavenly help, how we should be thankful we "can" thank Him. It's a human condition I suppose, but I can't help comment in hopes these "new kids on the block" do not forget who helped them along the way. It's simple, we all have our talents and we help each other.

And that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Mother Neets

Beautiful Photograph taken by Sweetwater Photography in Pinedale, Wyoming. Thank you Ida!

Experimenting with textures.  This reminds me of the face of God, and birth.  7/2/16

I miss my twin, but know he is there, always, over my shoulder.  Not much to say tonight, must get to bed so I can get up early for church tomorrow.  The photo of me was taken by Photography by Dana. She really caught my personality.  I'll catch up in a day or two.

I was thinking this morning while sipping
my cup of coffee - thinking about how God takes us down a path and shows us things.You just need to follow him, and you will see wonders you cannot imagine. So it put me to thinking I better get moving along the pebbled path, and through the woods before I get old and can't anymore. Saturday In the cancer treatment center I met a man named Al, and his wife Furella, they weren't too friendly at first, she was knitting and so was I.  So, we knitted in silence making a polite comment or two about our knitting and such. Turns out Al's going to have a "Whipple" surgery come March 7, same one my twin brother had. My twin brother died. I didn't say a word about the turn out of my brother's surgery, although he lived 5 years after, and had a good sheep hunt in Nevada by himself, something he wanted to do. But God had given me the experience so I could feel compassion for this man and his care taking wife. I will pray for him, pray for them. And we also met Joe, who had lost an eye to Melanoma cancer and was facing a long road of treatments. He was hopeful and walking his path bravely. Joe looked to be around 35. Bruce was able to tell him a joke about a cowboy with a glass eye. We all left that day with laughter in the hallways and in our hearts, and the sun was shining, a perfect blue sky. So all in all it was full of God's work. All we had to do was walk the path, hand in hand with God, helping each other along the way.

God's Will Be Done.

The pain and suffering from this earthly life has ripped my heart from my chest more times than one. And when I called out to God, he put it all back inside, God's will be done. It doesn't quite fit like it did before, and it still hurts, maybe even a little more. I think, because my heart has grown three times it's size, and I am a much better person than I was before.

From - Neets Happenings - The trail we travel. By Anita "Neets" Anita L Crane