Tour de Nez: The “Old” Guys

The “Masters” race, for those 45 and older. Yeah, they may have had a little gray, and some thickening around the middle, but holy cow. Awesome!

Damselfly

Oh yes, I’m rather proud of myself about this one.

And, I just found out: the Vivid Dancer Damselfly is Nevada’s state insect.

Tour de Nez: Fast!

Photos from the first men’s race. I have to note that while they called this the “men’s” race, I saw a number of women competing as well. There were several “men’s” races, not any “women’s” races, so I think they just bunched them all together and awarded trophies accordingly? I dunno.

Needless to say, it was a great opportunity to practice panning!

How is it possible that they can chat while going so fast?

Cheering the riders on!

I’m slowly filling the gallery, so if you’d like to see more and/or follow my progress, here is the link.

Tour de Nez: Handcycles

I’ll be posting a lot of my shots from Sunday’s Tour de Nez over the next few days.

The handcycle race was the first race of the day (after the 5k run) and it was great fun, and inspiring. These guys can fly!

These are just a few. When the gallery is complete, I’ll provide the link.

More photos tomorrow!

Sneak Peek: How I Spent My Sunday

Much more to come.

Furry Kids

There’s a reason they call me Ellie Mae. Critters and me – like bread and butter.

A little experiment in high-key processing.

Buddy

Maya

Jezebel

Nina

Dragonfly

I captured this fellow today in our backyard.

I like how dragonflies look like they are smiling.

This guy hung around for quite a bit, letting me snap away.

Wishing won’t make it so

We are selling our house, so I’m trying to keep everything ship-shape, just in case a potential buyer wants to see the house during the day. This means making sure the tub area is completely wiped down and no drips are falling from the faucet.

For Maya, this means no more catching the drips as they fall from the faucet or lapping the water that puddles in the bottom of the tub.

That doesn’t stop her from hoping though.

“What happened to my personal drinking fountain?”