From the Barefoot Files...

Today is the end of July. When the end of July rolls around I am a year older. Last week I posted about my grandmother and how our birthdays are a week apart. This week it is my turn.

I can't remember the name of this doll -- I want to say Susie. I think that is it. I always liked dolls. My favorites were Barbies. I had a mountain of Barbies and a bigger mountain of Barbie clothes. A box of my old Barbie clothes is in my closet now. My old Raggedy Ann is in my sewing room. I have no clue where Susie ended up.

Growing up I had a collection of pets: guinea pig, hamster, mice, cats, dogs, ponies, and fish. I loved going fishing with my granddaddy and even helped him clean a fish or two (or at least I thought I did).

I grew up in an area where ancestors had lived (or lived very near) since the late 1600's. When I was 24 I moved away and have not been back, except for visits. I moved to Georgia first. Then I moved to California. I loved living in California. Going to the beach when ever I pleased -- almost every day -- was excellent! When we lived in California I won a recipe contest -- Orange Macadamia Biscotti -- yum. Then I moved back to Georgia. Three times I have moved to a place where I did not know anyone or knew where anything was. It has been an adventure each time.

I have planted gardens growing everything from herbs to broccoli to beans. At our first house in Georgia I had a big garden. One year -- on my birthday -- I spent the day making tomato sauce with all of the tomatoes and herbs from the garden and putting it in the freezer for another day. In California I had a great little patch of tomatoes and basil in the backyard. We also had a lemon and an apricot tree.

I like to sew. When my daughter was young, I made all of her little play dresses. She loved them. She had a ladybug dress, a sunflower dress, a dress with kittens all over it and more. When my husband travels out of town -- I take that opportunity to redecorate. I have completely reworked our master bedroom twice -- making the duvet, window treatments, and pillows shams myself -- to match perfectly with the room.

Sometimes I paint -- I think my painting is a little bad -- but I like it. Usually I stick to abstracts -- but occasionally I will paint from one of my photos. I have a 30x40 painting of Diamond Head over the fireplace that was from a photo from a trip to Hawaii.

Thanks for reading the blog -- send me an email sometime -- I like hearing from readers. And I know you are wondering -- yes those are my eyelashes looking that long in the photo.

Newnan Georgia

Yesterday morning I met up with a couple fellow photographers for a morning walk and shoot in Newnan, Georgia. We decided to meet extra early. When I left the house – it was dark. On my way I saw a fawn (still with spots) crossing the road and further down the road a doe grazing by the roadside.

Newnan is a very nice little town. Recently they have achieved notoriety as a “City of Homes.” There are many beautiful, old homes in Newnan.

I was more interested in the town. Early in the morning – reflections are excellent. I love taking photos of reflections without the glare of midday sun. We started early – 6:30 and finished by 8:00. That is my favorite time to shoot.

Here are a few of the photos:

Sunday Morning Funeral

I had not planned on writing a blog today -- but I have to. Early this morning, when I was out walking Sadie, I spotted something sad. "Our" snake was dead in the road. At first when I looked down the road I thought it was a squirrel. I hoped it was not one of "our" rabbits. But it was worse -- it was the snake.

A little over a year ago I wrote a blog about our snake. I do believe this is the same one. When looking up information on black snakes -- to see how long they live -- I find a variety of years specified. Some say there is no data, others say 10 to 15 years -- and still another site says that the snakes can live up to 20 years in captivity.

Someone hit mine with a car last night. I call it mine because I feel like we have lived in accord all of these years.

I saw it just a few weeks ago. I was in the yard, walking Sadie, and talking on the phone. I had just mentioned that I hadn't seen the snake yet this year -- and poof -- as if on cue it shows up at the edge of the woods. I watched as it crawled to the edge of the road and then out onto the hot road surface -- quickly crossing into the neighbor's yard across the street and disappearing into their bushes.

A couple years ago I saw the snake on our patio tangled in netting we use to keep the rabbits out of the plants. My husband worked for a couple hours cutting the netting away carefully to release the snake. When he freed the snake with exception of the head -- we called our local animal control to come help. The animal control officer held the head while my husband continued to trim the net from the snake. We released it back into the woods.The officer was pleased to see that we worked to free the snake. She said most people would have just killed it and thought nothing of it.

Years ago, not long after we moved here, one night there was a black snake in my kitchen on the floor. My husband was out of town at the time and I called a neighbor to come over and help get it out of the house. He swept it up into a dustpan and tossed it out the front door. I believe this was the same snake. Snakes are not really territorial -- but they have a tendency to hang around a den site that they "like."

After taking a few photos this morning, I used a shovel to place the snake back into the woods for the last time.

This is the last week to stop in A Novel Experience in Zebulon to see the display of my photos.

From the Barefoot Files...

This past week was another family birthday. My other grandmother, Grandma Lucille, would have been 93 this week. This is a photo of her when she was about 16. She and I share a birthday month. She used to always say her birthday cake would last until it was time for me to have one.

Summertime in her kitchen meant canning and preserving fruits and vegetables for colder months. I would hang around in the kitchen with her all day. I watched as she squeezed grape juice through cheesecloth to make jelly and capped thousands of strawberries to make preserves -- the best preserves I ever had.

I have put together two family cookbooks with special recipes from relatives. When I was working on the last book -- just as I was finishing it up -- I had leftover mashed potatoes one night. I had to call her to ask how she made her potato cakes. She gave me the quick and easy recipe over the phone. Since I was almost finished with the book and already made the copies of the section it would go in -- I put this recipe in the forward section of the cookbook.

Potato Cakes

2 - 3 cups of leftover mashed potatoes, 1 egg, 1/4 - 1/2 cup of flour, pinch of baking powder

Mix well and shape into balls, about the size of an egg. Heat a little oil in a pan. Place the balls in the pan and flatten slightly. Cook over medium high heat until browned well on both sides.

At Christmastime she would get out the cookie cutters and we would make sugar cookies. The kitchen table would be covered with sprinkles, dough, colored surgar, and flour. I have those cookie cutters in my kitchen and use them at Christmas when I make cookies with my kids.

Grandma enabled my love of bringing home creatures that I found. She always had some type of container ready to hold a crawdad, toad, minnow, eggs of some kind, or just some daisies from the field. One time I brought home (with the help of granddaddy) what I thought were frog's eggs. They weren't. When they hatched -- they were salamanders. When we saw a box turtle -- it was mine. Once when she was driving to my aunt's house, we spotted a box turtle. She stopped the car to let me get it. When I was really little -- I remember having a jar of dirt and earthworms. Digging for worms was fun and they were great to take fishing!

I spent a lot of weekends at her house. She let me experiment with cooking. And when I had a want for a new kitten or puppy -- she would let me have one at her house. She saw a lot of things change in her lifetime; from 1916 to 2006. We used to talk about it sometimes when I talked to her on the phone. I used to try to give her a call almost every day.

Just Say No to Redundancy

Why do people try to copy other photos? Maybe that is not fair -- maybe they are not trying to copy per se, but it sure looks like they are.

Yesterday my copy of Outdoor Photographer arrived. I love this magazine. It has a lot of good advice, tips, etc. each month. But yesterday I began to look at it -- and all other photography magazines -- a new way. Why do they perpetuate redundancy?

The cover of the magazine was a photo that I have seen over and over and over and...well you get the idea. I will give them this -- I have not seen it as a black and white very often. But come on -- slot canyons! Slot canyons -- sheesh -- if I never see another photo of a slot canyon it will be too soon. And not only slot canyons -- there are many photos out there that I have seen numerous times. You have too, you know it and you are just as tired of the same old, same old.

A friend of mine -- photographer and another blogger wrote a blog a couple weeks ago about this too. His blog was asking "Are There Any Truly Unique Photographs?" Andy thinks there are -- and so do I. But it requires the photographer to be a little creative, think for himself, experiment with shots.

I can understand copying to a degree. You may do it as a learning exercise much like someone painting may copy the work of another artist to learn a technique. When someone copies art they seek permission if necessary first and then always credit the source. The copy is not presented as their own vision.

When I see these slot canyon photos. They are a study and a learning experience. But I also feel that those photos that look practically identical to others -- what is the point other than the learning? A couple years ago I met a photographer who had the most awesome slot canyon photos -- beautiful colors, great work -- but they looked just like those I have seen in magazines and calendars. I can just see to footprints painted on the canyon floor with instructions to "stand here to take your photo." How these are so exactly like those hokey Kodak Picture Spots you see all over the Disney parks -- "Stand here, point your camera there, snap that shot."

Now I know we all take photos that are sometimes not the most unique out there. We do it for a variety of reasons. On vacation in Paris -- you are going to get your personal shot of the Eiffel Tower, right? At the beach -- you have those horizon shots of the beach and the ocean. In New York City, almost everyone is going for a photo of the Statue of Liberty. And OK, how many blurred mountain streams with deep green moss all around have we seen? But when you visit a place that is so photographed, don't you try to capture something different, something not seen all the time?

One of the photography podcasts I like to listen to is by Brooks Jensen (Lenswork). He has talked about the work they receive at the magazine, photographers trying to get their portfolio featured. He mentions that they can look at some work received and can tell what workshop the photographer has been on recently. The photos look like the photographs from other photographers in the same group or at least, the same workshop. They lack uniqueness -- they are redundant -- therefore, not great for the magazine.

That slot canyon photo on the cover of Outdoor Photographer is so familiar -- I am thinking the same one was on the cover before -- but in color. Maybe it was not the same photographer -- but it was the same photo.

Signs of Fall in July

Walking the dog around the yard I have found a few beautiful fall leaves...in July. Finding the leaves has prompted me to do a little early work for fall.

Last week I had some plain notecards printed with one of the photos (Fork) from my Kitchen Series. It really turned out very nicely. I have ordered more cards with two more of the Kitchen Series photos (Tea Kettle on Floor & Spoon). These cards will be sold as sets in local shops. I am thinking of four cards in each design together to make a set of twelve notecards.

After working with the leaf photos -- I see another set of notecards. The series of leaf photos, 17 so far, have become my favorites -- this week. This one below makes me think of a giraffe. They are much like a Rorschach ink blot test.

From the Barefoot Files...

Last week I featured the photo of one of the old family home places. In that photo was my great grandfather, a Civil War veteran. Today I have another family heirloom that is tied to him. His release as a prisoner of war. As I have mentioned -- to make digital files of old photos -- I take a photo of that old photo. The same thing is done for important family papers. Take a photo of the paper document.

Any old important document can be easily transformed into an image and printed for display. Occasionally I will speak at my local National Archives location. There you can see copies of documents framed and displayed like art on the walls.

About a year ago I picked up a copy of Southern Living magazine -- I like this magazine. This issue had a cute idea for wall art in your kitchen -- framing an old, hand-written recipe. The only problem for me was that the small explanation that accompanied the photo of the finished piece said it was a great way to preserve the treasured family heirloom. This is not the way to preserve the heirloom. The original paper needs to be stored safely and out of direct light. Also, the odors and oils that are in the air in the kitchen can be detrimental to the item. I was so concerned that I wrote Southern Living a letter. I could just see all of the readers putting their recipes written by their grandmothers in a frame and onto the wall in their kitchens. The response was that the article said it should be a copy -- it didn't. Oh well.

By the way -- I love the idea of framing old, hand-written recipes -- just make sure it is a copy and not the original.

Now that I am thinking about it -- there are some old deeds for the old family property that I have not copied this way. Also, I have compiled a couple family cookbooks. When I did this I recieved many hand-written recipes from family members. Some of those relatives are no longer with us. So, not only do I have a mountain of photos to get through -- I have a mountain of papers! I am not complaining -- I love that we have so many photos and papers for the family. It is wonderful to have my grandmother's recipes written in their own hand. I love going through many of the old letters from relatives. It can really give you a glimpse of life at the time.

If you don't have a lot of family papers -- get online to see if you can locate anything. The National Archives is a great place to start. Here is a link to the section at the Archives online to find Civil War records. Some records can be found at the state level.

Asking for permission wards off a lot of grief : Opinion : The Buffalo News

Updated: July 15, 2009, 10:39 AM / It may be easier to ask forgiveness than to get permission, as the famous old quote goes, but many find that it is even easier to be hauled into court. Such is the situation artist Shepard Fairey finds himself in. Fairey is being sued by the Associated Press and photographer Manny Garcia for using a published AP photograph of President Obama to create the iconic “hope” poster. Fairey claims use of the photograph falls under the protection of the “fair use” provisions of copyright law. Trained at the prestigious Rhode Island School of Design, Fairey was already an accomplished artist and designer. But this pedigree doesn’t exclude him from the common and accepted practice of using photographs as studies. Garcia, for his part, has suggested in published reports that his lawsuit isn’t about money but recognition, saying, “I just want Shepard Fairey to say, ‘all right, you’re the guy. Thank you.’ ” Both have compelling arguments, but I wonder if this might have been avoided entirely had Fairey just picked up the phone. Years ago I had a heated debate over “fair use” and copyright law with several artist co-workers. I researched the issue and unearthed the case of Jeff Koons, an artist who was sued in the 1990s by a photographer who claimed that Koons used the photographer’s work to create a sculpture called “String of Puppies.” The photograph, a black-and-white postcard print of an elderly couple showing off a line of pups, was quite damning when compared to the sculpture, and the courts agreed. Though Koons’ lawyers claimed “fair use,” the court found that the similarity was so close that it could be construed that the sculpture was a copy of the work. I contacted the photographer, Art Rogers, via e-mail. He replied that, at the time, he attempted to contact Koons but that he would deal only through lawyers. Rogers added that if Koons had just spoken with him directly, the case likely would not have proceeded. That e-mail conversation colored my own artistic ambitions. As an artist without formal training I started out using published photographs as models for my own work as a woodcut printmaker. It was after an exchange with a customer at an art show that I understood the importance of seeking permission from photographers. I introduced myself to a woman studying a print of two Adirondack chairs by a lake at sunset. She said, “I love this print.” I beamed until she added: “I’ve been making photographs of two Adirondack chairs in different settings for years. It’s such a coincidence.” That day I was introduced to flop-sweat, and I’m not a fan. Not because I felt she was a legal threat, but because I’d stolen someone else’s work without permission and I felt awful. On the flip-side, when my wife and I started working art shows, we were deeply under the influence of the early 20th century graphic design of Roycroft artist Dard Hunter. We chose a modified version of one of his drawings as our logo. Thinking it good manners, I located Hunter’s grandson and requested permission to use the design. He replied cheerfully that “most people wouldn’t bother to ask,” adding that his grandfather would be “tickled” to give permission to lovers of his work. And so, I am left pondering the state of civil suits: Perhaps there would be fewer suits if we were all just a bit more civil. By Jeffrey Dean

Asking for permission wards off a lot of grief : Opinion : The Buffalo News

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"One Lovely Blog Award"

I have been the lucky recipient of this delightful award. The wonderful Laura Cameron sent this to me. Laura has an excellent blog -- I especially like her Florence Friday posts.

The rules for this award is to accept it and post it on your blog, with the name of the person who bestowed the award to you and also a link to their blog. Pass this award on to 15 other blogs you have newly discovered. Be sure to contact the blog owner to let them know you have given them this award.

So now -- I need a list...15 is a lot!

A Cup of Jo

A Loja da Bolota Doce

Artists Who Blog

Decor e blablabla

dogwood gallery & framer

Helena Marette

My Eye

N E E D L E P R I N T

Pictures and Pancakes

The Designer Insider

Georgia on My Mind

Ink on my fingers

Posie Gets Cozy

Splash of Style

This Artist's Life

OK -- this is my list!

Why I Don't Like to Weed...

In case anyone was wondering why I don't like to go out into the back yard to pull weeds and trim the plants before winter and the first frost -- here is a good reason.

The photo is a green lynx spider hanging out on the tip of an azalea branch. These guys are all over the back yard -- you have to look and then you start seeing them everywhere. As summer goes on they get larger and larger.

I am putting up the black and white and the color -- I prefer the b&w -- but the spider is so colorful -- the color version is extra nice too.

Chasing June Bugs

About a week ago I was sure we were being attacked by a swarm of bees.

From the porch I could see these insects buzzing around under a tree in the far corner of a planting bed. They zig-zagged so much. Later that day when I took Sadie out for a walk, I was trying to keep her away from them. I knew she would snap at them and try to eat one.

A few days later after my husband mowed the grass, I saw them again. I told him that he needed to be careful on the mower the next time that there are bees out there some where in the yard.

Yesterday I saw them swarming around again. So I started inching closer and closer to them to try to see what kind of bee it was. We have had yellow jackets in the yard a couple times before. I knew they go underground. These looked larger than a yellow jacket. Are they hornets? There

is some odd thing built on a limb in that tree -- nope -- it is just a bird's nest.

Then I saw one land on the ground. They are June Bugs! The first thing I thought about was how older people had told me that for fun when they were little they would tie a string to a June Bug's leg and let it fly around 'on a leash' for a little while -- then let them go.

Then I thought about my camera! I found them to be a little difficult to capture -- unless they were (ahem) busy -- and I don't feel like shooting photos of the sex life of a June Bug....so here is one I caught just hanging around. When I got a little too close for too long -- they would take off.

Maybe today I can get a better shot........(what is with those Bullwinkle things on their heads???)

From the Barefoot Files...

Stafford Springs was located in the northwestern corner of Stafford County, Virginia (part of the property was also into Prince William County). My father's family owned this property for over 100 years until the government took it (yeah they did pay for it -- but you know how that goes) to become part of Quantico Marine Base.

The property was listed on state records as early as 1820. It was considered a health spa and inn. On the property were springs (thus the name) that were reported to have healing properties. In some of the old family papers I have there is a letter to a researcher discussing the benefits of the springs and the content. The family rented rooms in the large farmhouse to those who wanted to come and seek the benefit of the springs. The farm was also a stop on the stagecoach line from Manassas and Centreville.

Later on there have been rumors of the property being used by Confederate spies during the Civil War. I don't believe this -- although it sounds romantic. As a child I remember my grandfather telling me numerous stories of his father (pictured above -- on the left). Some of these stories included information about the war. Great granddaddy was part of the Virginia Calvary -- but nothing was ever mentioned about a spy ring operating from the family farm. In one report of this spy activity, the author mentions that the family never talked about it -- but the author reported the activity. I think it is a story and nothing more. I never heard this until one person wrote something about the property.

This photo shows the property. It also shows my great grandfather, great grandmother, one of my grandfather's brothers, and his sister. I like the photo a lot. I like it because it shows the property. But something else I like -- my great grandfather obviously moved his arms during the taking of the photo. From the elbow down he is a blur.

The date of this photos is unknown. Knowing that my great grandfather died in March, 1914 -- I know this is prior to that date. In the family papers that I have -- there is the deed to this property and the sales information from the former owner.

Watermarking Your Photos

Many people are a little leery about putting images on the internet. There is so much theft with intellectual property. To give some peace of mind when placing a photo on the internet sometimes they will use a watermark on the photo. I don't usually do this. Yesterday in Elements class we went through doing this and setting up a brush so all you need to do from then on is click on the brush, adjust it for the size of your photo, and stamp it on.

Here are the instructions for Photoshop Elements:

Create a blank document (File>New>Blank File) in RGB mode choose a resolution (I set mine to 150). Select 'background' in the background contents pull down menu. Click OK.

Click on the foreground color in the left hand toolbox. Select a gray – click OK. Then click alt/backspace to fill the new, blank item with the gray color you just selected. Press “D” to set the foreground color to black. Press “T” to switch to the horizontal type tool (if your type tool is not set to horizontal, right click on the tool and then select horizontal version). Choose your font/size from the menus at the top of the window. For alignment – choose “center.”

Click the cursor on the background and while holding the alt key type 0169 to give you the copyright symbol. Remember if you are using a laptop you will need to use your function key and the number pad that is kind of hidden in the keyboard. The numbers across the top of the keyboard won't do this. For a trademark symbol you will type 0174. Press Enter to get to the next line to type your name or keep the whole mark just one line. If you need to adjust font size – highlight the name or symbol and use the menu at the top to change the font size.

Click the eye on the background layer in the layer palette to hide that layer. Go to your effects palette and from the drop-down menu choose “stylize.” Double click emboss. You can also get here from going to Filter>Stylize>Emboss. A window will ask if you want to simplify the type – click yes. Set the angle to 135, height to 3, and amount to 100%. In the layers palette – click on “lock transparent layers.” In filters choose Blur>Gaussian Blur – select 2 or 3 pixels. Back in the layers palette click on the drop down menu and change from normal to hard light.

To create the special brush tool – while the watermark is open, click on the brush tool then go to Edit>Define Brush. Give your brush a name. I gave mine "copyright" and I have one that is named "trademark." It will save as the last brush on the list that is open (I suggest “default”). Then when you wish to place the mark on a photo – open the photo – select the brush tool and select the brush you created and stamp it on the photo. Be sure to adjust the size of the brush to fit the photo.

As you can see from the photo -- I have stamped my mark all over this photo of my mother's cat. I even changed the color of the mark a couple times. I kind of like this look. I don't know that I will ever use it to mark photos -- but to know how and to have one like this for fun -- I like it.

I set up brushes for my name and for "The Barefoot Photographer" -- my name brush uses the copyright symbol and The Barefoot Photographer uses the registered trademark symbol. But think about it -- how fun to make a brush of any word (like "Christmas" or "Thank You") or any name (like your last name or kids' names to make creative notecards) and create a photo with that brush stamped all over and in different colors (like the one on the blog today). The way to change the color of the stamp is to click on the foreground color at the bottom of your tool bar. When the color selection window opens -- just pick the color you like best!

A Novel Experience

Last Thursday I posted a photo and said to check back this weekend to see where it was taken -- well here is where....A Novel Experience in Zebulon, Georgia. Actually -- this photo (above) shows exactly where the other photo was taken.

A Novel Experience is a delightful shop in the delightful town of Zebulon. The store offers new and used books. It is also a gallery. They have a book club. And, you can even find a cup of coffee there. Check out their website to see what is on their calendar.

The gallery part is my focus this post. During the month of July I have twenty-two photos hanging in the store. The photos hanging are:

‘It’s a Daisy’ black and white Lensbaby image printed on canvas gallery wrap (daisy)

‘Purity’ black and white floral macro (rose)

‘The New Dog’ color macro

‘Charleston Weekend’ black, white, and orange floral macro (daisy)

‘Emilie’ black and white image

‘Pop’ digital art from a floral macro (daisy)

‘Line Creek Path’ color Lensbaby image (Peachtree City, GA)

‘The ARC’ black and white image, digitally enhanced (St. Simons Island, GA)

‘Carl’s is Closed’ black, white, and blue image (Fredericksburg, VA)

‘Followed by a Spoon Shadow’ black and white macro (from the Kitchen Series)

‘Self-Portrait’ digitally enhanced portrait triptych

‘The Old Kitchen’ black, white, and red image (from the Kitchen Series)

‘Opening Dance’ black and white botanical macro (sunflower)

‘Is the Devil in the Details?’ black and white Lensbaby image (Methodist Church, Senoia, GA)

‘Jelly’ black and white digitally enhanced image (Georgia Aquarium)

‘Opening Night’ black and white long exposure (Fayetteville, GA)

‘Prince’ black and white image printed on watercolor paper and hand tinted with watercolors

‘Peachtree’ black and white image (Pike County, GA)

‘Pleated’ black and white macro

‘Bonsai’ black and white Lensbaby image (Panola Mountain State Park)

‘Top of the Tower’ black and white Lensbaby image (Methodist Church, Senoia, GA)

‘Rosebud’ black and white

Stop in, browse the books, browse the photos, and say hello to Chris, Brenda, Susan F., Karen, and Susan C. For directions to the store, check out the link to their website above. I hear that Zebulon is having a nice 4th of July celebration!

From the Barefoot Files...

I can't believe it is Friday again so soon!

Today the photo from the file is of my father in law with his college buddies. Last November we lost him and this past Father's Day was kind of sad at our house. My father died right after I got married -- so my father in law was the only father I have had for years.

He was a Navy veteran and a pharmacist.

Sometimes I believed he could do anything. He refinished furniture pieces for me that seemed too damaged. I remember one piece that came from my Aunt Anna's home. The wood on the top of the piece was cracked and bowed up severely. He used steam to flatten the wood and make a repair that no one would ever know about it they had not seen the piece before he worked on it.

He loved to work in the yard. The back yard of their home was filled with azaleas and boxwoods that he had propagated. He had a special little 'hot house' built to keep the babies until they were ready to go into the yard (or into my yard!).

We have a grandfather clock that he made with his own hands. I remember seeing him carving the details for it. The rosettes (that are actually dogwood blooms) on the top are very ornate and beautiful. He made a clock for each of his children.

He loved pound cake. I used to make one for him on holidays. This past Father's Day when we had pound cake it was the first one I had made without him around to have any.

It was always nice to have him in our lives. If we had a question about how to do just about anything -- we always knew we could call him and get an answer. In this photo he is in the front row, second from the left.

Where is This?

Check back over the weekend to find out where I took this photo...