Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic
Photography Without Rules
Night is complete
A day’s work
The evidence of good
Mornings
Are full of mist and mystery
Promise of the day ahead
(4) Stiched photos near our home. I trust everyone had good holidays.
Happy new year! Here is to new beginnings. Cheers!
Photo review:
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
Go to the gym.
That’s the encouragement
¿Making us better?
Life is full of advice. Eat this, don’t eat that. We are told what to do, what to think.
My advice, expend energy to make things and make things better.
Bulked up people are attractive maybe. Muscle that is created to look at is useless.
Hands that grow food, lift up a needy person, build a bird house, feed a child, have purpose beyond a self-aggrandizing role.
Being fit is important. There are many ways to get there that has more to do with creating and building up outside of ourselves.
The latest moral emergency(s) reminds us that for as far as we have come, we have much further to go.
I am numb from it all and believe nothing to be absolute. Propaganda is not unique, it is typical for all countries.
Since the advent of television, conflicts have been brought into our homes for dinner-time viewing. It creates wealth when we watch. So, I don’t. We will not see all conflicts. Many of them have been going on for some time, but lack of interest does not make it “worth” reporting.
Yes, there are still tyrants in power that will wield that power at the expense of human lives.
Yes, the victims need help. We should be concerned. We should care and help.
As per usual, many of us end up feeling helpless. No matter what we can do, it will affect very little.
That insufficiency is constant, and frustrates those of us who live in peace.
Sometimes the best we can do is grow food, lift up a needy person, build a bird house, feed a child, have purpose beyond a self-aggrandizing role.
Image; Composite of (2) Multiple Exposure Photographs “Conflict2” –
https://bluemarblephotography.smugmug.com/Composites/Birdscapes/i-rfX57Tr/A
In light’s last wane
Arms stretched
Like a mother’s embrace
A giving of all things good
‘Til final pangs of energy fades
Expending life to the last
Delivering all there is to give
In radiant effort’s glow
A gentle farewell
‘Til tomorrow
It was your decision to plant the canna
Placing them strategically throughout the garden
Technically, the root is edible
But we will never eat them
So in the harvester’s mind….window dressing
Though,
Any flower that draws the pollinator
Is welcomed here
I sat in the garden
While nothing was happening
I noticed the dozens of little butterflies
Flitting with frenzied effort
Looking for mates
Looking to lay eggs
On our green bean buds
West coast butterflies floated
Like reluctant autumn leaves
Refusing to drop to the ground
They too, searching for pheromones
The promise of larva
Rummaging our summer squash
Just there
Between the orange of the red cape honeysuckle
Falls the light blue of plumbago
Like the waters from a distant mountain.
Within their marriage
Dwells the wasp
Searching out nectar
And the eggs and larva of the butterfly
Yes, nothing was happening
In this micro environment
Then, this little hummingbird came along…
the moment:
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 