Apparently, that huge internet outage affected WordPress since I can’t seem to organize anything this morning after not be able to even logon to the site.

So.

I’m late. Late to posting. Late to the party. Late for the sky.

Anyway.

I was going to say that there will be some changes made. That’s song lyrics, but for the life of me I can’t remember which one.

Timing is everything. A website in a box company sent me an email yesterday. They’ve imrpoved everything. Even their best plan is half of what WordPress charges me. If I wave one of my degrees around I can get a 50% discount off of that.

Since I’m semi-business driven this all sounds good. Still one problem remains. I cannot take all of you with me simply by transferring my reader list. The only way to do it is to transfer you by hand. I think we’ve discussed this in the past.

The good news is that even though I have a large group of followers, the real readers list is about three percent of that. I can hand entire that by email.

It’s a lot of work but I was just reading a nice article about making passive income. Once you get the basic work done you might earn some money. But, the basic work is really work and time consuming. You just have to decide if it’s worth it.

It’s worth it.

The picture. It’s just another of those that I made when I could start seeing again. Not much to it, just a lot of detail. Enjoy.


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.


Sugar magnolia blossoms blooming.

Magnolias. I love them. They are big, bold, white and fragile. I suppose a lot of spring flowers are fragile. All of the pinks, magentas and purples are done for now.

Aside from their obvious beauty, I suppose I like flowers because like life itself, flowers are passing, somewhat fragile and shine for a while.

You think I’m going to write about life don’t you?

I’m not. I have nothing to say about life. In fact, I’ve come to one of those times when I’ll have to let my photographs do the talking because I have nothing to say.

I guess yesterday’s battles wore me out. Musical Miss and I went around and around about the inner workings of the music business as it relates to touring and playing live. A project may have been compromised. And, after thinking about it, I’m not sure that I can complete three books on deadline. On any deadline.

Those books, there’s at least a year’s worth of work on each of them.

Between both careers, I could be booked for the next five or six years. A few year ago that would have been great, but that will just about account for the rest of my working life. I’m not Joe Biden. I don’t want to work in one of the world’s hardest jobs until I’m in my mid-eighties.

I guess I had something to say.

Sometimes I wish that I was a more complicated photographer. I’d have something to write about on this side of the page.

But, alas, I’m a simple photographer. Even when I did something like I did yesterday, it’s nothing compare to what really good Photoshop drivers can do.

I do what I do because I don’t have the patience to do the little fiddly things that you must do in a studio, either in the real world or on the computer.

I liken myself to a Zen photographer. I like to clear my head of distracting noise and just react to whatever is around me.

That’s how this photograph was made. I saw it. I pointed. I pressed the button. I was done. Even post production was a matter of doing a couple small things.

That’s me. That’s how I am.


Sky painting.

Clouds. I rarely post two pictures of the same subject on consecutive days unless it’s something like Mardi Gras or Super Sunday. But, the clouds have been truly amazing.

What else could I do?

Funny. I don’t have all that much to say. I have a song stuck in my head. It’s called, “It’s okay to be sad.” It’s not what you are thinking. If you let both the light and the shadow in, that’s how you know you’re okay.

After this weekend, it’s safe to say that only light is in me today. Maybe you too?

Stay safe. Stay mighty.

The picture. You know what I said in the other column. That hasn’t changed.

It really comes down to see it, photograph it. That’s all I do these days. I don’t even think about making a pictures.

I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or bad thing.

I wish I was motivated enough to go out looking for pictures instead of making the few pictures that I see on dog walks.


Lush life.

Mondays are getting harder,

Did you ever tell somebody exactly what you want only to have them repeat the exact opposite to you? That’s what happened to me yesterday. Monday. When I said no, and repeated what I wanted, the same thing happened. I realize that I’m a Yankee. A Damn Yankee. I speak like I’m from Brooklyn, which I am. That should make me sound like a Yat, a person who lives in the 7th Ward.

There’s good historical reason for that. It’s likely that Yats were sailors. The two biggest ports in the country back before the Civil War were Brooklyn and New Orleans.

That little bit of history behind me, I repeated myself for the third time after asking this person where she is from. Florida. That explains everything. Too much orange juice. Too much beach life, Too many really good drugs.

I don’t know if any of that is true. But, something was getting between my speech and her hearing. Eventually, it worked out.

Monday is not the day for that kind of weirdness. I am usually very, very busy. Yesterday was no different. I have no idea how people get bored during this time in our isolation bubble. Maybe it’s because I feel like I have all the time in the world so I take my time and work through everything more completely.

How about you?

Stay safe. Enjoy every sandwich.


Friday.

All day long I thought yesterday was Friday. See what I mean about time melting? I think that I’m posting this for Saturday. That I’m getting out ahead of my work. I’m not. I’m posting this for Friday. Time has no meaning.

Today.

First.

The picture. Wait for the light. Press the button. Clean it up a little. Publish it. Easy? Right?

No. It’s not so easy.

WordPress kept nagging me to try their new block system. I ignored them for awhile. Then, I thought what the hell? Why not?

Bad move.

I don’t understand the sytem. I don’t understand how the system is supposed to increase design flexibilty. Sure, for do-dads like drop caps and that nonsense, it adds a little. But, to design a clean, reader friendly page it’s worse.

Aside from having to find the page that allows you to add a new post, you have to figure out how to use it. This is more time consuming then the so-called classic method. I still am trying to figure out something that will help me to design a modern editorial page. There may be a way, but I can’t find it.

You know what’s worse?

Once you test it, you cannot back out of it. At least I’m not smart it enough to find it.

Before my usual sign off, if you think you’ve caught the virus, I would encourage you not to follow the president’s recommendations. Do not pour bleach down your gullet. Do not drop a bright light down your throat. Even toddlers know better.

Stay safe. Enjoy every sandwich.


New blooms.

Art.

I read a lot about fine art photography. I read a lot about art. I look at a lot of both. The term fine art photography seems very misplaced to me. How is another picture of a sunset fine art? Or, the waves breaking on a beach when the water has been slowed down so much that it turns to mist? How is another painting of an animal, fine art?

I really don’t know.

For me, art — forget fine — is something that expresses an unknown truth or brings you closer to something that is unseen in the physical sense. It also simplifies a subject down to its purest sense.

I always liked Robert Mapplethorpe. No, not his later explorations that gained him a measure of infamy. I have no problem with that work, but most of Middle America did. I’m talking about his studio work. The work that looked at something from its barest essence. That brought the viewer inside.

Especially flowers.

I suppose that this is my homage to his work. I try very hard to produce simplicity. It’s not easy. You can’t just turn this way of seeing on and off. Even with my routine, even with my zen-like approach to getting into a zone, getting to this place is almost impossible to achieve.

That’s probably how it should be.

As an old friend of mine use to say when I would complain about some difficulty, “If it was easy any poodle could do it.”


Like a firework.

Nature’s handiwork.

I’ve heard this little round, normally white wildflower called a Clover Flower. It may very well be because it grows in small patches of clovers. Three leafed ones, not four. Or, it just might be a local phrase.

Obviously, I did a lot of work in post production. But, it’s not what you think. I did not add color, I removed the haze caused by the white color to reveal what is underneath. It’s really something, isn’t it?

This way of working is really a large press printer’s technique. It’s really contra to normal instincts.

I learned it from a long time veteran of working on big presses. He could print anything, repair bad color film and fix design mistakes. All, on press. I learned as we worked on big jobs. There is no class that you can attend. There are no set of tips that you can buy. You have to live it on high pressure, tight deadline projects. I worked with him for seven years. I probably know 10% of what he knows.

You’d think that I’d be done learning about photography. But the same thing holds true as it did learning to print books. After 45 years I probably know and understand 10% of the photo knowledge that is floating around through history.

I don’t believe that anybody can know it all. I see the compiled knowledge as something akin to understanding Photoshop. That software is so big and all encompassing that you learn just enough to do what you do after a steep learning curve of five years.

I suppose the bottom line is simple. There are no tips or tricks to turn a person into a great photographer in a very short time. True, you can fake until you make it by copying others work, but where’s the fun in that?

The fun comes in the process. All art is a process.

Enjoy that ride.

The results will come in time.


Continental drifter.

Clouds.

From both sides, now.

I can’t remember seeing clouds shaped like these. They looked as if they were following each other after being pulled apart in the sky. There wasn’t much wind, at least down below where I was standing. It could have been quite gusty up above. That would have done it.

I don’t photograph many clouds unless something dramatic is going on. This isn’t dramatic. It’s interesting to me. I liked the repeating shapes. I liked the pristine blue of the sky, something that only happens around here after rainfall. When the rain stops and the storm clouds blow out, I try to take advantage of my time outside to make pictures like this.

Funny thing about going outside.

There was another discussion of how to break a photographic block. A writer’s block but with pictures. The discussion got complicated. Photography is fun. Folks should stop making it hard. Finally, I jumped into the question. Here’s what I said. “Get your camera, attach your favorite lens to it and go outside. Walk around. You’ll see pictures. Lots of pictures.”

The discussion ended right there.

Presumably, everybody was outside taking pictures. Or, not.