Southern spring.

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little something pretty for a Friday afternoon. I made this picture a while back, sometime in spring. I did the developing and post production and promptly forgot about it.

I found it looking for something else just as I did yesterday. I reckon if I keep doing that I won’t ever have to take a new picture again.

What would be the fun in that?

Besides, I’d just go crazy.

I just have to find safe places to work. There are plenty of stories I’d like to tell around this place that don’t require me to be part of a crowd.

And, that makes me happy.

After thinking about it I realized that I added 2+2 and really did come out with 4. The twos are simple. I can’t be in crowds ever, or at least until the pandemic has been managed. The second two is my realization that it maybe years before that happens.

That’s pretty depressing.

Understanding that helped. So did a little stiffer med. I feel better now. I have one problem with it. I sleep a lot. I suppose it could be worse. A friend of mine started on a new medicine and within about nine months she gained 40 pounds. She’s working on that now.

I suppose that everybody has something.

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lower, flower on the wall. Who’s the fairest flower of them all?

I’m pretty partial to this one. It has a lot of names. Around here people call it a Swamp Iris. Oddly, something very close to this grows in the high dry mountains along the northern Pacific Coast.

I wouldn’t have thought that it could survive in such different locations.

But, what do I know? I name flowers by their color as in that’s a red flower, that’s a blue flower…

I managed to lay the flower over grass that has crepe myrtle blossoms and fallen leaves on it.

Judging by the amount of little broken branches on the ground I must have photographed the lawn after a storm.

I tinkered with it and used a filter that approximates frosted glass.

And, there you have it.


My Autumn.

Experiment. It came to me that I hadn’t been playing once I made the picture. I actually haven’t been playing when I made the picture, either. I reckon if I start on one side the other may follow.

Here’s hoping.

I thought that the election news might break my block. But, Republicans in general are acting like the entire election is a fraud. What a crock. If I were going to run a game on the election, I’d make sure that senators like Graham and McConnell were voted out as well.

Graham is an American Stooge. McConnell is a complete waste of time.

This election is not over, even though it is. It’s going to play out over the coming weeks. The claims of fraud and outright lies are being distrubuted over the various socials.

Trolls are lying, saying things like I saw postal workers dumping bags of ballots.

Bags of ballots.

Get that? How does anybody know what’s in an enclosed bag? If, in fact, they were ballots, how do you know how the people who mailed them voted for? It’s more likely to be Democratic voters who are harmed.

The list goes on.

There was a day when either side accepted their loss. Now?

Stay safe. Stay mighty. Be prepared.

Little leaves, all on a page. If you are unsure, just think, you may be on an artistic break through. My artistic break through.

I’m not sure if this work is a break through, but I had fun doing it.

At one point the bush looked like any other bush. Then I started tinkering. And tinkering. And… oh you get it.

I came to this place. I liked it at first glance. Then I started thinking. I wasn’t sure about it so I hung onto it for a couple of weeks.

I decided that it was time to show it.

Some of you may want to know how I did this. I’m being honest when I say I don’t know, except that 90% of it was done using Snapseed and my phone.


An amazing turn of events.

After a while, winter’s bare trees start to get boring.

I set out to make something that is a little different. Something that adds 1+1 and makes the answer come out to three. I think that I did it. What I made is a huge image. One that takes up the entire top of Storyteller.

That’s cool. I like big pictures. Very big pictures. This image could easily fit from floor to ceiling in most houses. This one might actually get printed for the studio.

Generally, I have an idea of where I want to go when I’m doing this amount of post production. I didn’t this time.

I started with a fairly straight forward edit. I knew I could make more of the picture. I cropped out branches that were in the way on the left. I removed all of the saturation. I made the background as clean as possible. It looked great like that. It was just pure black and white. I lightened the black to a sort of brown. I added and layered another picture. I fine tuned that and added a frame to control edge bleed.

That’s it.

I’m laying off of politics for now. The guy in The White House ordered something horrible. In short, he fired the first shot of a war. Then, he doubled down and said he would attack 52 sites, many of them cultural and historical artifacts. That’s terrorism. The last time anybody did that it was the Taliban. I guess that’s how far we’ve fallen.

Sorry about that. I couldn’t help myself.


A little bit of something.

A little more experimentation. A little more trickery in post production. And, a lot of red.

Once again, I combined something man-made with something found in nature. The component that was found in nature is easy to identify. It’s a tree. I’ll let you guess about the man-made object. It’s fairly common. But, I doubt many people think about it.

I’ve been wondering about something lately. I was talking to a new follower in comments. She said something about when she was “into photography.” I asked her why she stopped. She replied with the usual reasons which came down to “life got in the way.” This started me thinking about bloggers I haven’t read or seen in a long time. I went to my follower list and sure enough… about half the people that I follow haven’t posted anything in a six months to a year. That likely means, that they won’t blog again. I’m on the fence about removing them. One one hand, what does it matter if they are there? On the other hand, if they aren’t posting at all why not do a little spring cleaning?

What do you think? Obviously if you are still reading and still posting, you haven’t dropped out. Fair enough. But, why do you think others do? Or, don’t?

I get it.

This is kind of hard work. As much as I’ve streamlined the process, it’s still hard to post every day. This post is a little late today — my self-imposed deadline, not yours — not because I was busy with something else, but because I just didn’t feeling like doing the work today.

That’s happening more and more.


Glowing after the rain.

Storm, after storm, after storm.

That’s what you get down here. The rainy season. Like many tropical or semi-tropical places, summer is the wet season. And, the most humid season. Oh yeah. It’s also hurricane season.

I’ll worry about that later.

For right now, it means a lot of chances to photograph wet stuff. Sparkling stuff. Glowing stuff. Brightly colored stuff. It’s nature’s way of using an old photographer’s trick. If you want something to shimmer and shine, wet it down. If you want reflections where there are none let the water pool and shoot into it. For movies you may see whole city blocks soaked so that light bounces off of the pavement.

Me? These days I’m lazy. I’ll just nature do the work. And chase the water and, most of all, the light. That’s what I did here. Then, I layered three pictures. Many people think that those little white flowers look like ghosts. At least they did on the bridge picture. Okay. Now, you have a lot of ghosts.