Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
It is morning
The sun,
Reluctant
Complaining
There is coffee in my future
Sparks of promise
Run through my veins
There are many things to be sad about.
There are many things to be grateful for.
We live in an amazing age full of promise.
What shall we choose to see and direct our steps?
Do stars come from chimneys?
Smoke bellowing blue.
Painting the night sky
Brilliant and true.
Ah, the milky way. Hidden in city light and revealed only in the dark night. Most tragically, not a candy bar.
Ya can’t take an oriole
And put it in a pigeon-hole
Bathing in a finger bowl
Eating taco casserole
What’s left of their sausage roll
Will end up in a cubby hole
Eaten on a kaiser-roll
A total lack of self-control
Hooded oriole –
Certainly
Beyond half full
Positive vibes
Bringing on the night
We live on a hill, so gravity reminds us constantly who is in charge.
Two nights ago, while planning the garden, a covey of quail waltzed through our conversation. Half a dozen females scurried to the fence and hopped onto the entangled foliage. Several males/females followed suit. Finally, the dominate male and his mate brought up the rear and joined them.
We were within ten feet of them and they took no notice of us. I held my breath the entire time…or maybe just kept still and quiet. The experience was prodding enough to take out the Z6 and make some work last night. Perhaps they will return and I can make some portraits.
A house is not necessarily a home.
Until voices and smells
Crying and laughing
Struggles and discovery
Make it so
(Draft started 3/30/22)
It’s been awhile since I’ve caught up on my WordPress reading/writing.
My wife Robin and I are moving to a new location.
After thirty-two years in the same location.
And, our daughter and her husband will be moving with us. (I know, don’t start a sentence with “and”).
What an utter disruption. All of the legality(s), buying, selling, upgrading, fixing, budgeting, signing, soon-to-be-light-construction is trying its best to kill my creative side. Through it all, I find the decompression of nature to be the finest balm. If I have a camera with me, even better.
When it came time to “stage” the house, I packed my main computer and have been using my laptop. I am grateful to have the laptop. It is very powerful. Old guy that I am, I prefer my PC. A nice big screen, a sure footed mouse, and no battery shenanigans. I wanted to go get it out of storage, but I haven’t been walking in several days and that comes first. After a brief search in the storage facility, I realized it’s behind a mass of boxes and stuff. Motivation won out and the PC is back in business.
I found a nesting hummingbird about a week ago at Mission Trails. I think I’ll go visit her today and forget about the floors, paint, counter tops, tree trimming,1% good faith down payment, caulking, electrical trim, new refrigerator, docu-sign, fix the gutters at the new place stuff (short list).
Update: I’ve returned several times to see the hummingbird and she’s a no-show.
Things will be different in the new location. Less light at night, less noise, fewer crowds. I’ve never lived that way. I’ve always lived near a freeway or main thoroughfare. The hum of the city and all its trappings will be something I go to and not live in. Hope we like it.
I am pretty sure I will not be visiting Mission Trails Regional Park as often as I do.
That story will need to wait. Too much emotion attached.
Photograph – multiple exposures- black phoebe – color manipulations and Polar Coordinates in PSE
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 