2011 the daily post - photo journal

I've named this gallery "The Daily Post" but I can't promise that I will post every day. This gallery is more of a journal of what's going on in my little section of this world we all share. Some days the photo may be better than the commentary and others, the commentary is much better than the photo. It's just a way to combine two of my favorite things, photography and speaking my mind. Here's to 2011! Kris :D
watermaking in place

09.23.11 = Flashback Friday 1973ish - Hair<br />
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I know, I know, I haven’t posted all week. I’ve got several things going on right now that are keeping rather busy so…on with Flashback Friday! <br />
For 24 years, my mother cut my hair. In fact, she cut everyone’s hair, really, she even cut some of the neighbors hair. My parents have been married for 54 years and my father has never been to a barber shop. She’s had no formal training other than having four daughters, and with girls, you know there is going to be hair involved. Really, she would just look at photo pulled from a magazine and cut it. A talent and service I never really appreciated until I had to pay for it myself. And boy, oh boy, have we been through the hair styles. We’ve had pixies, Mamie Eisnhower bangs, shags, Farrah Fawcet’s and Dorothy Hammil’s. We’ve had countless home perms, that always turned out great on my sister’s long, thick, wavy hair, and one really, really bad one on my fine, straight, blonde hair. Seriously, NIGHTMARE! I think this photo was just a burn off shot at the end of a roll of film, but I’m glad I had it to take a run down memory lane. <br />
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“Yes, Hello, I have a serious hair emergency and I was hoping you could help me. Yesterday my mother gave me a home perm, and today I look like Bozo The Clown. I will give you my first born if you can fix it.”

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09.23.11 = Flashback Friday 1973ish - Hair

I know, I know, I haven’t posted all week. I’ve got several things going on right now that are keeping rather busy so…on with Flashback Friday!
For 24 years, my mother cut my hair. In fact, she cut everyone’s hair, really, she even cut some of the neighbors hair. My parents have been married for 54 years and my father has never been to a barber shop. She’s had no formal training other than having four daughters, and with girls, you know there is going to be hair involved. Really, she would just look at photo pulled from a magazine and cut it. A talent and service I never really appreciated until I had to pay for it myself. And boy, oh boy, have we been through the hair styles. We’ve had pixies, Mamie Eisnhower bangs, shags, Farrah Fawcet’s and Dorothy Hammil’s. We’ve had countless home perms, that always turned out great on my sister’s long, thick, wavy hair, and one really, really bad one on my fine, straight, blonde hair. Seriously, NIGHTMARE! I think this photo was just a burn off shot at the end of a roll of film, but I’m glad I had it to take a run down memory lane.

“Yes, Hello, I have a serious hair emergency and I was hoping you could help me. Yesterday my mother gave me a home perm, and today I look like Bozo The Clown. I will give you my first born if you can fix it.”

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