Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
Dirty filthy ice
250,000 kilometers per hour
Vacuum of space
I drove to a nearby clearing to get this. There were a couple of families there to witness the show. Nice people. I showed them mine, and they showed me theirs. Me with tripod, camera set to 5 second delay blah blah blah. Them, with their phones, long exposure magnificence and excellent results.
I’m a dinosaur. Luckily, it only happens every 80,000 years.
We tilt our solar panels
The angle of incidence
Ensuring efficient radiation capture
Living on the hillside
Achieves much the same
89 degrees in town
98 on the hill
95 in town
104 in the shade, on the patio
140 at ground level in direct sun
Yeah, I found a new use for a cooking thermometer
Such are the summers inland. Lantanas drop their flowers from the heat. Vegetable buds fail and never produce. The following months are spent just keeping plants alive.
Like every year before, we all make it through. A little more brown and ready for the cool nights.
The lantana like those cool nights. Their yellow buds are teasing us with promise.
Cover photo from August 11th when a thunderstorm rumbled through. A brief change from the constant scorch fest.
August brings the Perseid meteor showers. Interval shooting while you’re sleeping has to be the most lazy-guy photography, but some of it works.
This little treefrog decided to take refuge in our hose pot (where it is wet and cool).
This tarantula decided to take a dip in the pool.
Farewell August! See you next time!
Don’t look at the sun
It’ll burn your eyes
Such is the purpose of the moon
Pseudo satisfying
That childish obsession
“Strawberry Moon”
Shot through the extreme heat radiation of the evening.
Most will leave
Some will stay
To find their life
Alive but gray
It is the season where we find multiple coveys of quail wandering the property. Some bring their babies and we really do enjoy that. In this instance, we find a pair that still has a couple of males hanging around the breeding pair. During their feeding, the dominant male exercises his authority against the birds that are still around. He shoos away the birds from his female mate to ensure she has access to the food supply.
Later this year, they will discontinue coming around. I have found large coveys on my walks even though they are not present any more on the property. At some point, they seem to bust up and go on their own to mate and make babies. The need for a constant source of food draws them to the feeder.
They tolerate us during this time. As long as we make no sudden moves or sounds, they go about their business.
They will tell you 10,001 reasons to not venture out.
And for them, they’re right.
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 