It's become quite apparent that despite have a site to blog on, that I'm not much of a blogger. Best intentions are always good, but the older I get the more I realize, but don't always like, the fact that life has a habit of taking over. Ask me what changes I'd have seen since I last posted, and I probably would not have thought of a whole lot. Boy was I wrong. Kids growing, growing, gone... Births! Deaths. Health issues. Healthy issues! Meat, or lack there of. Running around, literally. Never thought that would happen. A few of our favorite places.

Less photography. I still love my photography, just don't seem to have the time. Or make the time? Ah priorities, how you change and change me.

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The Autumn of 'dis' Content

I used to hate Autumn. You get up in the morning and it's cold. You go to school, or to work and you're all bundled up. Your hands chilled and icy in the crisp air. Then, just a mere hour later you wonder why, why did I need this extra sweater and jacket? Now I have to find a place for it for the rest of the day. An extra lump to fill your already full backpack. A nuisance shifting constantly under your arm. Autumn is the precursor; do I say it, or whisper, hoping the air won't hear my utterance and bring on the coming season faster. Winter! Cold. Wet. Scraping. Shoveling. Trudging.

I used to hate Autumn. Now I see it differently. Cool evenings, window open a crack. An easy breeze caressing you, coaxing you just a little deeper under the covers. A warmth, a coziness. Not a feeling I remember from the hot nights of summer; the ceiling fan running flat out to create some semblance of comfort. I am drawn to the skies of Autumn. They seem different, more varied. The colors are more vivid. The clouds at once dramatic or cartoon like. Or is it perception? I want them to be dramatic, vivid. As nightfall draws closer I don't have to wait as long to photograph a sunset, or wait for my magic light. Evenings walking with my love, her hand in mine. The cool breeze on our faces. The inner warmth of having her dispells any chill the air may bring. I am
content.

Welcome to the world through my eye. My name is Glenn Sentner, I am a photographer. I began my relationship with photography when I was five. I remember my Dad giving me my first camera one evening. I was excited, so naturally any instruction went in one ear and out the other. I ran into my bedroom and examined my new prize. Click! Aahhhh! I didn't mean to take that picture of nothing. Click! Aahh! Again! How do I go back? Maybe if I..Click! Aahhh! No, no! Back, back! Click! Aaaahhhhh! Nooo.. back, I want to go baaack, Click! Aaahhh! No... no... no! How come it keeps winding? What does that mean again? Oh.

Welcome to my evolution. Welcome to my images. I am Fotographiemeister.