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.
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/
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 walk in the natural world Does wonders for the soul It is not magic Nor does it make all problems go away It just sets persepctive in its proper place Hmmm Maybe it is magic, a little
Life comes at us so fast and sometimes we just get caught up in the swirl of it all. Our “new” digs came with a couple of years of required maintenence fixes and upgrades in our future. Floors, paint, appliance/fixture fixes/upgrades, leak reapirs. You know, the stuff that even black holes avoid.
In the meantime I allowed my WP payment to lapse and I was punished with having to “recover” my account. “If you’ve lost access to your WordPress.com account, our Accounts Recovery team will get back to you as soon as possible to help you gain access to your account again. Please use this form…”
After 10 or 11 password attempts/changes I think I’m back.
Cover image is a 10-stack/stitch effort of an oak made on the Ramona Grasslands Preserve. (Trail is too close to it and I was using the 200-600) I cannot image oaks without thinking of Alexander Kunz, who is a master at imaging these stately trees.Thanks for the inspiration Alex. you can find him here: https://www.alex-kunz.com/ I also have to say that I am thinking of you Alessandra and I my hope for you is to eventually see beyond the abyss. My heart goes out to you.
The same tree, different perspective. Photographers seek different perspectives