Since I pretty much blew out all of my nature imagery yesterday in a Facebook portfolio that a number of you liked — thanks, by the way — I thought that I would dig deeper into my files.
A few years ago — actually seven, I think — I traveled to South Africa with a couple of my friends. This may have been one of my most ill-fated trips since all of us where either sick or injured. I started the trip with a bad cold and it only got worse. So much so, that I went to the emergency room in Pretoria for treatment where they proceeded to examine me with equipment that was considered modern in about 1947. When I went to hospital’s pharmacy and noticed that my scripts where for drugs like Tylenol, I knew I was in trouble.
At any rate, this is one of the first images my jet-lagged self made in the country. Yeah. I know. Nature. But, for the next week or so I’ll post images that aren’t about nature. I’ll try to tell a few stories as well. I’m sure a couple of my real life and Facebook friends could add to them, or they’ll wish that I never started down this path. We’ll see.
Simplicity, patience, compassion
I have just three things to teach:
Simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures. Simple in actions and in thoughts, you return to the source of being. Patient with both friends and enemies, you accord with the way things are. Compassionate toward yourself, you reconcile all beings in the world.
— Tao Te Ching, Chapter 67
My only justification for picture this comes from the following quote.
“The secret success is constancy of purpose.” — Benjamin Disraeli
I suppose I’m trying to corner the market of pictures of old fashioned clothes pins. Or not.
Actually, I just like the graphics and the light.
“I think I’m finally growing up — and about time. So much to do, so little done, such things to be” —
Elizabeth Taylor via Paulo Coelho’s Blog.
Sometimes in order to get to the essence of things, you have to look very closely. because the big picture is just to confusing. Even then, it may just be a metafore.
Okay. Those words are from a Greatful Dead song. But, that’s what I saw one morning when I walked out of my door.
It’s funny. I have a couple of friends who always complain of having a shooting block. They can’t find anything to shoot. I usually tell them open their door and walk outside and they’ll probably find a picture. Or at least, they’ll find something that will kick start their creative juices.
When I work on my picture a day project, there are days when it seems like the picture will never come. I could look all day… not in this case. Thirty seconds and the project was fulfilled for the day. Of course, being as OCD as I am, I didn’t stop there.
To me, this image says spring about as well as any picture. It was a one off picture that I made as part of my picture a day project. I just wish I could find this location again. All I can remember is that it is somewhere in Albuquerque, somewhere near the Rio Grande and somewhere near a group of older adobe houses.
That limits it to how many square miles?
More images from my spring collections. A little back lighting always makes the delicate growth of spring just seem to pop out in the image. It seems to have the gentleness of a Japanese or Chinese work of painted art.
A little wind, a little bright spring color and a slow shutter speed make a photographic image that almost looks like a painting. Almost.