At the barbers

It is always good to spend time with the son. Even if it is getting our hair cut.

San Souci farms

Getting ready for a 600 person wedding.

Hey All,

How to Feel Great as an Artist

(Or, What to Do, Underline Any That Currently Apply)

1. Don’t compare yourself to others. Celebrate your own unique skill set and style.
2. Share your passion with like-minded creative folks. There are plenty of artists out there who share their love for the medium, just like you. Form a group and cheer each other on.
3. Base your success on your own artist growth, tackle as many projects as possible.
4. Challenge yourself constantly to push yourself to the next level.
5. Be confident in your knowledge and your ability to creatively problem solve.
6. Do it because you love it.
7. Follow your own vision. If you build it, they will come. (and if not, you can be happy that you accomplished something all on your own terms.)
8. Do work because you enjoy it. Please yourself first!
9. Share your thoughts, concerns and feedback with the client / customer / gallery owner / patron. Frame your dialogue with the intent of helping your clients succeed.
10. Set realistic goals, both short term and long term. Re-evaluate and refocus your goals. Take the time to enjoy the artistic journey.

-Krishna

from pcweenies.com

 Till Next Time (TNT) Ron M.
Cane Bay Photography
http://canebayphoto.com

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Need more Time

Never seems to be enough time to get everything done.
Been plying with Google+ and just tied these two items together.
Will post all the happenings soon.



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Changing Blog name

Hey All,

Change is coming.  I am changing the title of this blog.

The Cane Bay Photography blog will now be located at the main site url for Cane Bay Photography.

I will keep this site going for personal projects and items of interest.


 Till Next Time (TNT) Ron M.
Cane Bay Photography
http://canebayphoto.com

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Modern Romance Novel

 He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into a
room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached
me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear.

"Just relax."

Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands
start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves
slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be
afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure.

When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly
closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my
abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his
hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he
brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and
into my panties.

Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and
expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not
used to taking `no' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted.
A man who would look into my soul and say ...
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.
"Okay, ma'am, all done."

My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, holding
out my purse. "You can board your flight now."



Hey All, Till Next Time (TNT) Ron M. Cane Bay Photography http://canebayphoto.com


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