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.
The cover photo is of a nearby trail named “Shady Trail” for its abundant oaks lining its edges. Here’s another view:
This week was my first attempts at using an anamorphic lens. (Sirui 50mm) – It is something of a challenge. I got it for video, but figured I’d try it out for photography as well. Here is a desqueezed image: