Flowing water.

No. I didn’t.

I didn’t forget about it. I bet you thought that I did.

The water project.

I work in bits and pieces. I keep ideas filed away in my brain. When I see something that I think might work I photograph it. That takes time. I find if I look for these elements of a little collection, I could probably complete a project in a week or two. It’ll look like that’s what I did.

That said, I found another picture for my dumpster series. Somebody threw away a lot of old wooden furniture. This was quality stuff. Fairly old. At least made in the 1930s. I looked closely. Dovetail joints. Very good details. Wonderful drawer pulls.

Sure. All of the pieces would need refinishing. Some would take more work. Most wouldn’t take very much at all. There were no holes that needed careful repair.

I have no idea why anybody would just toss it. If I had the ambition to work on it, I would have taken it. Even if we couldn’t use it, we could sell it. I’m sure by now a couple of the regular junk collectors have picked it up. They’ll sell it as is.

Anyway.

This picture might become one of my water collection. After looking at it enlarged, it’s going to take a lot of work to make it the kind of reproduction quality that it must be.

I made the original image in a very contrasty and backlighted situation. I really had no tools to control the original exposure. As you see it, there are deep pools of black that should be opened. It is too contrasty. The highlights are plugged up as a way to control some contrast.

If I’m going to do this project properly, I’m going to have to take a pass on my phone. These situations are just too hard for it to handle even with auto-HDR settings. I’m going to have to carry a real camera everywhere. Like I used to do.

That’s not a bad thing.

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Flowing like a river.

I’m a little late. This is why.

“The wind in the willow’s playin’ “Tea for Two”; The sky was yellow and the sun was blue, Strangers stoppin’ strangers just to shake their hand, Everybody’s playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band. ” — Robert Hunter/Jerry Garcia — The Grateful Dead.

It wasn’t because the dogs felt like walking until the end of time. They didn’t. It was because everywhere that we walked we met people. Some who we already knew. So who were new to us. We stopped. We talked. We visited. Sometimes, their dogs met our dogs. Sometimes they growled at each other, as dogs do. A greeting. Then they played.

Just like that.

What a nice Sunday morning. A little warmish with a cool breeze. Pretty light dancing, shimmering, and shining, everywhere. I may be forced to make some real pictures. Or, just be lazy and enjoy it.

The picture. The funny thing about this picture. It was finished before I worked on it in post. I just darkened it a little, made the color a little brighter, added some contrast and a vignette… and wowie zowie. It was done. I told you it’s Sunday. 🙂

By the way, if you’ve never heard the song, “Scarlett Begonias,” you should. It was written at the peak of Robert Hunter’s song writing abilities. It is a very happy song. It’s a little magical. He nailed it. You can find it anywhere. YouTube. Spotify. iTunes.


Too many leaves.

It looks like a whole lotta work.

You’ve seen the place. Normally, I make a Zen-like picture with something like one leaf twirling around a sparkling bit of water. That’s not what we saw yesterday.

The winds ripped the leaves from the trees. The rain pushed them into the little stream. The stream backed up. And, so it goes.

That’s the nature of things.

And, that’s it. A quiet day. I have to make up for the couple of days of lost production, which includes the mundane. You know. Like making groceries. Paying the bills. Scrubbing the kitchen floor.

These things could have all been done while Harvey was passing through.

But, well. You know. You know that you know.