Barrett Photo Art…

16 08 2009

I have finally been able to get Barrett Photo Art up and running with my best photography displayed. Come see a slideshow or browse the galleries at http://www.barrettphotoart.com . The photos are also for sale in many resolutions and formats.


Barrett Photo Art


I’m also available for special requests or custom photography work. Thank you for stopping by and looking around.

Peace, Love, and Art Show,


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Magic Hands…

30 07 2009

Magic hands that touch the strings to make the sounds that stir the soul to write and fill the world with music. I have such wonderful friends that have taught me so much. For that I’m truly thankful. Life just wouldn’t be life without being able to play and make music with my friends.
Magic Hands


Peace, Love, and Music,


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Taste Test…

30 03 2009

Why does EVERYTHING go to the mouth when you’re a year old?…

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Well…he still has his teeth after trying to eat that rock.

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Peace, Love, and Granite,

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Growing Up…

29 03 2009

Can’t Wait Until…

The Walk Home

Children can’t wait to grow up. To be as tall as you; to do the things you do; to stay up as late as you do; to have ice cream whenever they want without asking. But most of all to be able to turn and look you right in the eyes and say “I Love You”.

Peace, Love, and More Love,

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Spring!

20 03 2009

Spring is finally here and if you like warm weather like I do – then you’ll understand the joy I had in taking these photos.

Chase Airborne

Chase Airborne

I always loved playing in the sprinkler.
Getting Wet

Getting Wet

Cooling Off in the Sprinkler

Cooling Off in the Sprinkler

Enjoy.
Peace, Love, and Pixels.
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Cars…

13 03 2009

You gotta have them it seems.  I just spent one day putting rotors and shoes on one of the vehicles.  Next thing you know– it’s the fuel pump.   I remember when cars were much easier to fix. 

Drive in the Country

Drive in the Country

When the car breaks it would be nice to just pick it up – throw it in the back and drive off with it.  Actually – it was 42 degrees and raining.  No garage.  I laid down in the wet driveway in the rain and confirmed no noise was coming from the pump and called a tow truck.  :c).   We need the rain- and I could have done the job myself.  I just paid to keep from getting wet and pneumonia.  (My story – sticking to it).

Peace, Love, and Axel Grease,

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Childhood Memories

8 03 2009
Wheelchair Water Run

Out and About

I was driving down the road and came to a stop light when I found these two crossing the street.  I promptly whipped out my camera and took a quick shot.

It reminded me of what it was like to be a kid and spend time with your dad, or grandfather or other person and do something special (like ride on the back of a wheelchair for instance).  I bet this kid is having the time of his life.

Those were the times that every little thing was burned in to your brain.  The smells in the air. The traffic noise.  The breeze in your face.  The sound of the water running under the bridge.  It was one of those moments in time never to be forgotten.

One day you will be 50 years old with your life in a tizzy and you will smell that smell – or the breeze will hit you just right – or you will hear water running under a bridge.  Suddenly, no matter how busy or confused your life is at that moment, you will stop and remember that day with grandpa on the back of that wheelchair hauling water back home and all will be right with the world again.

 

Chase on Two Wheels

Chase on Two Wheels

Another memory of mine was the day my world exploded and grew exponentially with the ability to ride a bike with no training wheels.

Oh that was the day.  I remember it well.  The smell in the air – the address:  1527 Tweed St., Colorado Springs, CO (My parents drilled that in to my head because I walked to school from there).  That was the day my dad let go of the back of my bike —  I rolled on down the street — turned around to express my glee and saw my dad way up the street waving at me — and then I promptly wrecked. (in the grass and it didn’t hurt – much…). 

I guess that’s what Grandkids are for.  To take you back. 

Chase suddenly decided he was ready to ride a bike and basically, (with a little help of course),  just DID IT.  — just needs a little practice turning – but he is now officially MOBILE and free to advertise the Texas Longhorns for as far as his little legs will take him.

Well – those were the days.  And today is catching up with me and time to hit the shower and go on to work and remember the days when everything seemed a lot less complicated.

Peace, Love, and Mac and Cheese,

Bob