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No, no, no… not the last red picture. The last fall picture. Too bad, if you are getting bored with red. I’ve got a lot more red to go mostly because, like just about everyone else, my eye is drawn to red. There is not much more to say about this image except to say that sometimes I just like very simple images.

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It never occurred to me in the past because I always thought of Ivy as being one of those perennial plants that is always green. But, low and behold, here is an image of Ivy that changed with the fall. I like the repeated shapes that are not in any real pattern. I think that first the color caught my eye and then the shapes caught my other eye. It turns out that Ivy, not only being invasive as we all know, is not indigenous to North America. It is found in southern Europe, North Africa, and parts of Asia — especially Japan and Taiwan.

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Cherries. Bright red. Juicy and a little bit tart. I wasn’t quite sure what to write and since I view these posts as a learning exercise on my part I googled it. Cherries are a stone fruit, which is part of the genus, Prunus. Other Prunus fruits are; plums, apricots and peaches. While the word “stone” refers to their pits, they have been around since the Stone Age. Romans carried them on their conquests. According to the experts, the best cherries are about an inch in diameter. They also say that when you are buying them at the grocery store, you should pick each one individually.

As far as this image goes, I have this sort of strobe-semi ring light that Nikon makes. It makes table top photography a snap. It also makes me look like I know what I’m doing. And, it lit these cherries so well that you can see my reflection in the fruit.

The march toward redness continues.

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I was bored one night so I started exper – imenting with a Canon G9 just to see how close I could work with its macro function. I made a picture of a burning candle. Of course, it’s red. With this composition it is very reminiscent of a rose petal photographed from the same perspective.

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The red march through November continues. We have at least ten more days of this. I decided editing one picture at a time was sort of a waste of time, so I selected ten pictures, reworked them a little and have them ready to go.

This is an image taken from the side of a railroad car that was parked in Santa Fe, New Mexico. I may have already posted it very early on. But, it fits well with this new collection of red. It’s made with a Canon G9 and it was originally a n image produced for my Picture A Day project.

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I have a friend of mine who says, “I’ve been to a lot of places” with obvious pride in his voice. Meanwhile, I think that I’ve been to way too many places with no pride in my voice. Editing these red pictures from my files illustrates that. Yesterday’s image was made in Reno, Nevada. Today’s image was made in Tampa, Florida. They happened to have also been made within three months of each other.

I don’t have to say much about this image except that it was made with a Canon G9 as part of my original Picture A Day project. And, it’s red.

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As I was driving down Virginia Street near The Biggest Little City sign in Reno, Nevada, a completely restored ’57 Chevy passed me by… on a flat bed tow truck. I have no idea if the car had broken down or if it was just being transported since many car guys who go to certain lengths to restore their cars don’t really want to drive them on public street. No matter. It was sure a pretty car.

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More red. I’ve decided to work my files and take this red thing as far as possible. If you get bored let me know. I’ll listen. This is a short post. I have things to do to day since it’s my birthday.

These are very early summer tomatoes that should illustrate just how far I’ll go to make a picture. First, I buy little starter plants, then I turn and fertilize the soil. Then I plant the little growths. I water them. I trim them. I keep pests away from them. When they are ripe on the vine, I pick them. I photograph them. I eat them.

That sounds a lot like Lewis Carroll. When you are on a journey, you go as far as you can. Then stop.