Mt. Helix
Where Am I?
- On my back
- On a beach towel
- On the sand
- On Coronado Island
- All the above
Finding Love When You Least Expect It
I was hiking a new trail up to Cowles Mountain today. I’ve been taking the main trail for a few weeks and decided to explore a different route. When I got to the summit, I just happened to notice that an airplane was sky-writing a heart shape over Lake Murray. It was there one minute, and gone the next. Just like love, fickle and fleeting, in which timing is everything. I hope for whomever arranged this special message for an equally special love, it lasts a good while longer.
My Father’s Hands
These are the hands that I held when I was very small. These are the hands of a meat cutter who followed those of his father. These are the hands that showed me how to lay my fingers across the threads of a baseball to throw the perfect pitch. These are the hands that gently rested on my shoulders while singing “Sunshine on My Shoulders” in the car. These are the hands that taught me how to hold a racquetball racket and grip a golf club correctly. These are the 74-year-old hands of my dad on Fathers Day — hands that I am blessed to still be able to hold.
View from a Shot Glass
One of the great things about cell phones these days is that you always have a camera with you. The trouble is, they do a poor job of photos in low-light conditions. They turn out lifeless, dark, grainy, and basically dreadful. And this shot in a bar was no exception. It was one of those photos you take and then realize how grateful there is a trash can icon right there to mash, expunging it from its pathetic existence. But every now and then, with the help of software like Photoshop, you can infuse life into the lifeless. This shot turned out to be a perfect example of pixel recycling. For some reason, I love the amorphous people, the glow of the cash register monitor on the face of the bartender, the curling edges on the cocktail napkin under the wine glass, and the warm glow over the rack of glasses. That’s how the bar truly felt, even if the shutter (well, sensor-on-a-chip) couldn’t quite get it right. Hooray for embellishment.
Memorial Day 2010
Lizette Trerotola: wow! nice pic Morgan….did you take it?? it’s perfect!
Morgan Davis: Between missing putts, yes, I shot this. Grabbed the iPhone and waited for the wind to luff the flag just right.From you, Lizette, means much! Thanks!
Lizette Trerotola: aww, you’re sweet. I really like this image, something to be very proud of. it should be framed and admired by others. it really is a gorgeous shot. good eye
Photo taken with iPhone 3GS from the practice green at Singing Hills, Dehesa, CA
Julian
Hipstamatic Prints
Photos taken on my iPhone with Hipstamatic. (Click for larger versions)
Candle
Hats
This Way
Footlight
Boots
Finished
Boarding
Draino
Saturday Chores
Dirty Birds, PB
Bass
Jazz 101
Pioneer Cemetery, Julian, CA
Mobile photo taken on a road trip with the most fascinating Sheryl Taylor.
Spring Tulips
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
An eternity in an hour.
–William Blake
