The heart of things.

“And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.”

The End. The Beatles.

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Original flower.

The other one.

Yesterday, I wrote about seeing a delicate white and yellow flower. The one that I used as a layer behind a pink flower.

Welp.

This is the original flower with a little post production work done to it. I made it more colorful. I made the file a little more meaty. And, I gave the white areas more shape and definition.

That’s really what caught my eye.

I reckoned that you should see it. The way that I saw it. The way that it inspired me to go further.

A little bit about the gear. My smart phone is a Samsung Note 9. It is not a great phone. That includes both talk and text. It is a great little handheld computer. It also has a wonderful camera that allows me to do a lot, from just using the onboard lens as a zoom, to turning it into a fully manual handheld camera. And, lots in between. Video. Pano. Other size formats.

I’ve mostly been photographing with it even though I’d really rather use some kind of mirrorless body and interchangeable lenses. I don’t always carry that kind of gear. I do carry my phone. Everywhere.

I have this little baby Leica. It’s a great little camera. And, with Leica glass it probably out performs just about most cameras out there. It would be very easy to carry everywhere. But, It’s 965 degrees outside, with a humidity factor of about 10,000, making the
“feels like” temperature about 900 billion degrees. Anything I don’t have to wear on a strap over my shoulder is better.

And, you think it’s hot where you live.


Merry Christmas.

I made an executive decision.

At least I’m not throwing the world into turmoil with my choice. I’m just taking a break. I realized that I’m a little bit burnt out on daily pictures and musings.

Even though the actual process of posting doesn’t take a long time, I find pictures and process them. I work on the metadata. That’s the stuff you never see.  The stuff I do so you can find my work. Keywords (tags). Resizing the image so it loads quickly. Building categories.

There’s the constant reading. That’s easy because I am sort of a news junkie. That’s coming to an end. You know why. After yesterday, POTUS threw the world into chaos in every possible direction. You know the rest.

In short, I’m tired. If not physically, than mentally. Maybe a little bit emotionally. No worries though. A little break and a recharge is good for us all. Besides, it’s Christmas time. Family time. Friends time. Neighbors time. The guy in the street who I pass by, time.

I also realized that I haven’t taken time off from Storyteller since July 2017, when I took about ten days off. I will respond to your comments, but I’ll likely not read many blogs.

I’ll see you all on January 2, 2019.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours.

Peace, Ray


Tiny white flowers on a blue car.

Summer.

Aside from the heat and humidity, for us it’s also the start of the rainy season.  That’s what you get when you live in a semi-tropical place. That, and hurricane season. It’s normal this time of year. We start heating up around early May and stay hot until the end of October. Sometimes even longer. As the day heats up the humidity builds. It returns to the earth in the form of daily rainfall.

For me, it means a couple of things. The most obvious is that I try to find inside work so I can take advantage of air conditioning. It also means a couple of showers a day whether it rains or not. And, running through a lot of t-shirts.

Photographically it means that I make some weird pictures. Like this one. Tiny white flowers are blossoming on a couple of trees. The rain knocks them down. They land everywhere. Sometimes the land on wet cars and stick there. I see them and make pictures like this one. Yes. Of course I messed with it in post production. I didn’t have a vision that I was trying to fulfill. I just wanted to see what was possible.

Think about this one on your wall. Print it at about six feet deep and four feet wide. Hang it in your living room. It would make quite a statement. A graphic statement.

 

 


Smaller than you think.

Now that I’ve been seeing things again…

I see everything. Little things. Tiny things. Details of huge things.

This little weed — at least that’s what’s it’s called by people who manicure their lawns — is smaller than a U.S. dime. That’s our ten-cent piece to those of you who don’t speak in American English. A cent is like… oh, never mind. 🙂

I think of these so-called weeds as just another flower. In nature. Like all flowers, they are built to spread pollen and therefore, themselves. They may hurt the greenness of some people’s lawns, but they don’t hurt me. Or, most other people.

This all came to me while I was watching a bit of a CBS new program called 60 Minutes. It was a rather long story that dealt with animal genetics, how to breed better animals, how to have an adoptee raised by other animal parents and whether less genetically endowed animals should be given some kind of birth control.

Of, fer gosh sakes. (This is a family blog)

Animals have been taking care of their own needs for years and years and years. They did it well before humans thought we needed to help them procreate. Or not.

This is technology and data run amok.

Of course, this is being written by a guy who dislikes zoos and roots for the animal when some dummy trying to prove something stands on a fence and falls into the lion pit. What can I say? I get along with alligators. And, lawyers.

The picture. I’d like to say it’s something the dog saw. But, she was busy. Taking care of one of her needs. I made it with my “ancient” iPhone 6 that has a kind of telephoto-macro function in the camera ever since the last patch or two of the latest operating system was installed. It’s not exactly macro and the picture did take a bit of cropping to get it where I wanted it to be, but it worked out fine for Storyteller.


Election Day.
Election Day.

Vote!

That’s all I can say. If you are not located in the U.S. and read Storyteller, have a good thought for us. Our elections matter. This one, especially. To everybody who lives in the world.

The picture was made in Central City, on a stormy day. I helped it along in post production. I was going to write that I am not making a statement. I thought better of it. I am. We are a little bent. Bruised. Beaten up.

But.

We aren’t broken. Life ain’t that bad. What needs to be fixed can be fixed. Will be fixed.


The dog's flower petals.
The dog’s flower petals.

More of the occasional series. What the dog saw.

This time, we didn’t go far. We took a walk this morning while the sun was low and wonderful. We had a rain storm for most of yesterday and last night. So, everything was bright and sparkly. Add that to the low light and this is what you get. Even in the shade. Kind of a glow.

Of course, it’s steamy as it can be. Between normal airborne humidity and the water vapor lifting off the ground I feel like I’m in a sauna while we walk.

Remember.

We have two real growing seasons down here. So while some of you are starting to see autumn colors and bare branches, we are seeing new blossoms. Sorry about that, he wrote with a laugh.

More rain is predicted for today.


Glowing.
Glowing.

Cloud Study. Two. Too.

Once again, I don’t this all that often. But, the light has been amazing before, during and after our daily storms. So, I shoot what I see. What inspires me. Scenes that are a little minimalist. A little impressionistic. A little glimpse of the fleeting moment. In nature.

Yesterday’s picture was a little powerful and noisy. Today’s picture, calming and quiet. I had a fleeting thought. Print this as large as the RAW file will allow something around 12 x 8. Feet. Or, larger. Hang it simply without a big frame and just look it. Meditation.

Happy weekend.

 


Something Pretty
Something Pretty

You’ve had days like this, yes? When you just feel like doing something.

The summer has turned into blah light. That’s a technical term. It means ugly. Very ugly.

So… I had to do something.

I, er, borrowed one of my neighbor’s flowers. No. These aren’t still blooming. They came from a shop. I trimmed it and put it in a little rice bowl that came from Japan. I lit it a little. This is the result.