A Short Walk

Trails are open
Flowers are closed
Clouds weep gently
As I supposed

The day was closing when I decided to enjoy a short walk. The distant clouds were threatening so time was short.
Hurrying along the trail, fenced-in dogs warned me off…just doing their job.
I arrived at the spot that motivated the walk. A large area of flowers. Likely planted from years past, the colorful spot had grown to a considerable size (for around here). Without full sun and a cool/breezy 58F the flowers were closed up. No matter, they are still very colorful!
I made a few frames and then ambled back up the mountain. I was hoping the sun would break the clouds in the west for a sunset frame. It just never happened. The light to the east however made for some interesting work.
One, two, ten drops fell on my head.
Packing my camera under my coat, I scurried down the steep mountainside, through the property gate, navigated the descent of retaining wall pathways and into the warmth of the house.
Just in time for the full release of rain.

Looking to the east

Goodnight Ramona

Even as retirement looms
Tension unabates
Everything is important
Costly
One mistake
Can ruin everything

Detail and compliance
Rule my life
A sense of hurtling
Through space
Its friction
Burning
Tearing through my space suit

This new place.
A walk behind the house
Up the side of the mountain
Signs
Reading “Property Boundary –
National Forest Behind This Sign”

It’s quiet here.
A bark in the distance
Children’s voices bounce endlessly
Across the vale

Ten weeks
And I hit the wall
Or
Fall off the cliff
Either way
It will be an adventure

In 1984 I started my glazing apprenticeship. The last 32+ years with the same company.
We have grown to a sizable concern, glazing many hospitals, universities and such.
April 1, 2023 will start a new chapter.
https://www.towerglass.com/

(Photograph -a sunset in Ramona CA)

Signs of Promise

Night is complete
A day’s work
The evidence of good

Mornings
Are full of mist and mystery
Promise of the day ahead

(4) Stiched photos near our home. I trust everyone had good holidays.
Happy new year! Here is to new beginnings. Cheers!

Photo review:

Banished

We stand upon the precipice
A thousand story edifice
The constant threat
All comes to this

What shall I do with my day?

I have heard it said many times that photography is dead. Too many cameras. Too many photographers. Now, with AI, the human element of photography is superfluous. Humans are simply not needed any more for this endevor.
Perhaps.
This brings fear to the surface and it is only at the surface.
A photographer performs this for themselves first. It is cathartic. It is the challenge that brings us back. It is discovery that makes our pulse race. It is the satisfaction of story and message, nuance, detail and blur, color and tone, and the mastering of the sun’s energy that drives us.
Too many cameras? Too many photographers? Ok. Each have their own journey.
AI? Ok. Without photographers, AI would have no reference to make its art. Machine art. Souless, lifeless machine art. If that is what the masses want. So be it.
Photographers know each other and the shared struggle to create.
Machines, not so much.

A simple walk:

Birds on the trail

Mist in the Towers

Oak Among the Boulders

Wide is the Trail

Western Blues

Stay frosty, keep shooting