Spit mixed with dirt – Muddy words flow
Hello my friends, so far I’m having a nice winter. Nothing too crazy, not too cold, not too wet, just peaceful. I am content. I spend a fair amount of time watching the wildlife and just nature in general. It is often my source… Continue Reading “January Visitors”
I’m playing around with my new camera when I have a few minutes here and there. While I have a ton of stuff to learn with all the settings, I’m enjoying the experience with a lot more failures than successes at the moment. Here… Continue Reading “Learning my new camera”
I’ll share a couple summer-photo posts from the last couple months. Any follower of my blog knows I’m generally quite busy in summer with harvesting, fishing, and processing of foods. This year I also have a house being built as well as tending a… Continue Reading “Bunnies & Birds (and something gross) Photography”
Summer came early to my part of the world, with unseasonably hot and dry weather. It’s shaping up to be a busy year for me but not in a bad way. I was given the opportunity to till up a large plot of land… Continue Reading “Start of Summer Photography”
The other day it was quite windy here. Winds 25-30 mph (about 40-48 kmh). Fairly typical winter winds. That brought temps down to about -5*F (-21C)… which doesn’t feel (or sound) too bad … except it was. To snap these photos, I had to… Continue Reading “Windy Afternoon Photos”
The winter glow is like magic to my soul. I find myself unable to look away. The chill buries itself in my bones, but it’s not unwelcome. Gone are the long overheated days of summer with its unrelenting sun rays and sweat on my… Continue Reading “Winter Glow and Soft New Life Photography”
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Photography and Visual Art by Adam Shurte
Our thoughts define us, so let's focus on a few.
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Our lives are the words of this book
Our story made the last page of the newspaper. Witnesses said they'd seen a "madwoman with two paint-bombs suddenly appear."
Art, random musings and the occasional inflammatory viewpoint of autistic artist Christopher Hoggins