Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
Swallowtail
Drawn to the flame
Cycles
“Mark don’t pull weeds in this patch. I planted flower seeds there.”
“Whoops.”
Luckily, some of the seeds took root and we are treated to their magic.
These came up last season and we (I) left them alone in hopes of these blooms. They looked like weeds for months. Patience is a discipline. The seeds were part of a “pollenater” pack so the types were very diverse.
The cover photo: Swallowtail butterflies and dianthus.
To practice
An open mind
Void of bias
Never concerned
With face
Guarantees us all
An uncomfortable place
Or we can just go with our assigned beliefs.
The cover photo could have been titled “Sparrow Bullies Finch Off Feeder.”
Which would have been a lie but makes for more interesting story telling.
These two birds share this feeder all the time without incident. This is what the world has come to. One fantastic, spasmodic headline built to make us hate something. Consider how many times you’ve seen or heard something you hate.
Think about the weight, placed on you by someone else.
Sometimes intentionally
Life is breathed into the artistic work
Other times
You search for components
That cry out to each other
All art is based on tension and resolution. It tells a story and demands a response from the viewer. Sometimes the story is as simple as presenting abstract elements to evoke a primal upheaval.
Cover Photo:
Spring is on its way and flowers are popping like crazy. Our peach tree is in full bloom with rich pink/red tones.
Using an old Nikkor 105 without the extension tube allows “regular” photography as well as micro work.
With this knowledge, the photographer can employ multiple photography techniques to capture something unexpected. No longer is the intent “take a picture of something.” Thoughts drift to imagining the possibilities. Some structures are purposefully left behind for color impact only, reimagined to something new.
This is a double exposure result of that mind journey.
“Cotton Candy Crows”
No words are spoken
All paths are in song
Not sure what I’m saying
Don’t care if I’m wrong
I sing all day
Standards and others
But I don’t sing new
‘Cause I only know covers
The scientific identity of life is so far beyond my little gray cells. We a have a “tree” that has shaped up more like a bush, that has a eucalyptus scent but is not eucalyptus. Perhaps chokeberry or camphor, more investigation needed. Mockingbirds love these berries, which might not even be berries.
Spring starts March 19th
Like it’s a thing
Say the African daisies
Cover Photo: Ramona looking eastward. This patch of non-indigenous daisies has become a source of colorful joy.
More:
In a nearby deep ravine flows runoff from several days of rain. Seasonal creeks may last a week after a good soaking. Multiple weeks will create flows up to a month.This year, we returned to typical scarcity for water.
All phone candids
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