Dancing in the dark.

There’s an elegance to this flower that I like a lot. It made me think of a reversed bell. That’s not why I photographed it. I did that because it was wet, although you can barely see the water drops.

Never the less, that’s what caught my eye especially since there isn’t a lot of contrast or sunlight. In all, I think this is a fairly delicate image.

It’s also a Sunday kind of image so I’ll leave it there for now.

No tricks here. Just some good seeing. There are 12 water droplets hiding on the whiteness of the flower.

That’s what I saw. That’s what I want you to see.

I will say this, there is quite a difference between an Apple sensor and a Samsung sensor.

Spring elegance.

A flower.

I saw this bloom shimmering in low sunlight. I had no choice. I had to make its picture. I knew it the very second that I hit the button.I had something. I made a couple of back up images just in case. Back home, the picture was easy to process. Nature did most of the work for me. That’s why the picture looks good. All I did was see it.

That’s how it goes sometimes.

The day started off pretty badly. You know that the dog who sees things has not been feeling well. We’ve been treating her with antibiotics and an occasional Tramadol for pain. I knew we hadn’t beaten it, but we were on the road to doing so.

She awoke this morning screaming in pain. I calmed her, she stopped for a minute and started screaming again. I was fully awake. No gentle morning awakening. I called her vet and they fit her into his already packed schedule. It’s that life during wartime thing.

The good news is that her bladder stone has broken up and will pass quietly. The bad news is that she has a couple of teeth that need to be pulled and a bad gum line infection that hasn’t responded to the broad spectrum antibiotic that we were giving here for the bladder stone. We have no idea why not.

She is scheduled for dental work in about a week. There is no way to force an appointment earlier because dental work is time consuming.

She’s a rescue dog. A cuter cocker spaniel rescue you will never see. She came with fears built up by other human beings. There are certain things that I can’t do. With the other dogs I can do the push-the-pill-down-their-throats thing. Not this dog. That would scare her.

So. Cheese.

We bought a small block of cheddar cheese for a planned meal. Soft cheese. She likes it. I buried the pain med in the cheese and she ate the whole thing. She hasn’t been eating much. She’s lost a lot of weight. I gave her more cheese. Eventually, she ate about half of the block in little tiny pieces. I reckon that in the short term, protein and fat will help her gain a little weight.

Her vet uses a concierge approach when pets are brought in these days. It’s a safe response to the pandemic. Pet parents stay in the car. Their pets are picked up and taken inside for care. Because Sophie Rose was a force fit into her vet’s day, I went home.

Needless to say, I was standing on the ceiling. Around here, we know to let me have some space. I’ll work through it. I do in my own way. Everything imaginable ran through my brain. When her vet called I felt better.

I hate to see anything in pain. With this little dog screaming, I felt terrible. She’s such a sweetheart, so gentle and so loving that I couldn’t stand it. Luckily, it’s an easier fix than I imagined.

Have a good thought, say a prayer, making an offering for Sophie Rose, the all seeing dog.

No CoVid 19 discussion today. I’ve got other things on my mind.

Oh yeah. After the cheese and Tramadol got into her system, she fell asleep. Peacefully.

Stay safe. Enjoy every sandwich.

Simplicity, itself.

Something for Friday. The end of the business week.

There was more to these leaves when I found them. With tight framing, a little cropping and some gentle post production, I turned clutter into simplicity. I followed my minimalist heart.

Minimalism seems to be in fashion right now. My generation — Baby Boomers — was collectors. We wanted stuff. We bought and paid for stuff.

Millennials — the next powerful generation — are not collectors.

In fact, it seems that they don’t want to own anything. They are the ones who repopulate city centers so they can walk or use public transportation. They don’t want to own a car. They stream rather than collect CDs or DVDs. They try to keep their wardrobes simple.

All good things.

On the other hand, they also think that everything should be free. They really don’t want to pay for music, movies or photography. WordPress caters to them by telling them how to find free pictures for use on their blogs.

Of course, I’m being very simplistic when I describe both generations. And, there are other generations between the two. We all share certain traits because we are individuals. For instance, I’m probably more minimalistic than many members of my generation. Some members of the Millennial group collect all sorts of stuff, especially trivia like comic books and movie memorabilia. Fun stuff.

The question I have for all generations is simple. If you don’t want to pay the artists who produce the things you like, whether you listen to, or watch it via streaming, who is going to make them? We need to eat too.

I have a better question. Streaming generally costs money. Not much compared to buying the actual product. But, still. What do you do for money? From what I read, you start out working for something like a big tech company, hate it, and drop out to make some kind of art. Or, you cook or bake something. Or, you become photographers in a world where it’s almost impossible to make money. Because you want pictures for free. Because you want art for free.

See where this is headed? It’s circular. You can’t make a living because you want it for free. You want it for free because you can’t make a living.

The picture. I saw the red leaves glowing in the sun. I made a number of exposures trying to simplify the picture at the scene. I found one that I liked and stripped it down. That’s it. Easy.


Golden queen in the French Quarter.
Golden queen in the French Quarter.

Gold in The French Quarter.

I was inspired by something a friend of mine published yesterday on his blog. Let’s call him Robert. Because that’s his name. Heh! He photographed something in some windows in the Quarter. He put his camera lens flat on the glass as I once suggested. He liked the results so he mentioned me in his post. That got me thinking of this picture. The one that you are looking at. I shot it through a window.

First. For the record. I am not competitive. Except with myself. He just got me thinking about this picture which I haven’t shared with you. It’s one of those kinds of pictures that just sort of fell by the way side.

The picture. I guess that’s the tip for the day. It’s very, very old school. If you are photographing through a glass window, put your lens directly on the glass. It may take some juggling around to actually be able to frame the picture that you want to take. But once you do, you’ll have no glare or reflections and the window will act like a brace or tripod. You can work in the dark. Like I do.

Living in the Modern World

The Bayou Boogaloo yielded some pretty cool images. More than I originally thought. Just a lot of luck I guess. This one was a lot of fun to play with. The darker and cleaner I made the image, the more interesting it got. But, when I saw this woman, I think I saw this version of the image in my head. So, I worked for a while in post production to achieve the look that you see. In many ways it takes me back to the late 1960s or early 1970s. It reminds me of work by Pete Turner, or Michel Tcherevkoff from that era. The really cool thing is that there are a lot more interesting images from this take. They are all very different since there was so much stuff going on. Stuff. That’s a technical term. I’ll show you some more. Soon. Like tomorrow. And, the next day. And, the day after that.