83/365 {Fine Art Photography, Effingham, Illinois}

 

Well, I did it again.  I forgot to take a picture of Tharin.  I was pretty busy today, just got home and realized I hadn't done it.  It's sleep over at Grandma's house tonight and I just don't have the energy to go back over to get his photo.  I did take this a couple hours ago so it's just going to have to do.

I don't remember being so paranoid about the possibility of a tornado when I lived here before.  Now each time I see foreboding skies like this I get all nervous and jittery.  When the winds pick up to a howling screech I jump in the car and go to my parents........they have a basement. I don't. And my tiny little house is in the middle of fields, so there's no protection from the winds. Is it because I'm no longer use to it?  Is it because I'm older?  Have I grown more paranoid and worrisome?  Is it because of all the devastating coverage on the news about tornado ravaged towns?!!!! I'm not sure, but I don't like it!

 

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Tytia Habing

I am a self taught, natural light photographer, with sixteen years of shooting experience under my belt. Back in the day, I learned to shoot with film, developed it and printed my own photos in my darkroom. I've since moved to digital, but film holds a very dear spot in my heart that I just can't seem to shake. I was supposed to be a horticulturalist and landscape architect...at least that's what my degree's tell me. I followed that path for some time, along with a few other paths, but photography won my heart. Plants and beautiful mother nature is, and will always be, a great inspiration to me. If at all possible, I prefer to shoot outdoors and somehow incorporate nature into the scene. I'm originally from the Watson, Illinois area, but the majority of my adult life I spent living in the Cayman Islands and only moved home to Illinois with my husband and son a few short years ago. I grew up on a small working farm, with acres and acres of natural areas at my disposal. It gave me a great appreciation for the world around me. I roamed wherever I pleased, built forts in the woods, picked wildflowers in the pasture and caught craw-daddies in the crick. My son is taking over the jobs of fort building and craw-daddy hunting, but I'll never give up the picking of wildflowers.