On the road… again. It was the peak of the forsythia bloom. Up close they aren’t much. But the whole bush does seem to pretty stunning as you pass. I keep looking for a quintessential shot. It’s a quest. The key is to get the right composition. Once again, I admit I shot on the fly. I did not stop. There are only so many times you can stop before your companion complains. She indulges me plenty. I try not to take advantage of her good nature. I will live longer that way.
Okay. I don’t know my raptors. So, it might be anything else in the group. It’s not a bald eagle. We saw one pass over the road right in front of our car. Alas it happened too fast to get a shot. Ha! So, you’ll have to settle for this image far away in a tree. He/she sat, I shot. I’d have liked to have had an action shot. But it’s didn’t move, and I didn’t have the gear to get an in-flight image.
A garden folly is something that is placed/constructed in a garden to cause the viewer to pause. It’s an architectural feature of a garden. I think “gazebo.” Then, think far more creatively. We saw a whole bunch. Why folly? It ain’t a “show.” Who knows? That’s what they call ‘em. If I had more time, I’d consider lounging about for a spell.
Yes, this castle-like structure was built as a garden folly. Go figure. You can climb it. It was designed with a wide stair to allow people to climb and descend easily.
Thank you. I got to enjoy this tree while it blossomed. All the perks without the work. By the time we returned about two weeks later, the leaves were out and the blossoms were faded. Timing is everything. But really it’s right place right moment.
There are a lot of cherry trees. The blossoms are different from tree to tree. Pistil, stamen, remember to focus. It ain’t easy. There’s usually a breeze. I recall the saying, “Every once in a while, even a blind squirrel gets a nut.” Point and shoot. A lot.
There’s not too much to like about Canadian geese. They poop – a lot – all over the grass. Laughing? Considered a nuisance there are local measures in place to get them to go elsewhere. Somebody else’s back yard? Me? They are not on my radar. The rabbits and deer who are eating my plants are (on my radar). So I tip my hat and take my pictures.
What can I say, it’s the closest thing to gambling that I can aspire to do. That’s Jane. She’s the auctioneer. She knows us. She poked fun at me. Last year we had to rent a van late on a Saturday afternoon in order to cart our purchased loom home from the fair. Yeah, it cost more to rent the van than it cost to buy the loom. And the bench that came with it was worth more than the whole lot. Ha ha, the joke was on me. You know you’ve been marked when they remember you for that stunt.
That singer sewing machine is old – 1910’s – according to the index of serial numbers. The great wheel we would win was one that I’d seen early in the day. Little did I know we’d have to make more room in the car going home. And of course, it rained (just like last year). So our purchases had to reside under the umbrella while we bid onward. You can guess (me) who was wet, “taking another one for the team.” At least I wasn’t on the ‘net looking for a van.
Actually, we know Jane’s significant other too. He’s from WV too. He has a part we dropped off with him two years ago. This is second year now in which we have cajoled him for not producing the part we need for a spinning wheel that he had promised. We know where he lives. We’re not worried he’ll run away. That’s a lot of trust considering we aren’t in his neighborhood too much these days. It doesn’t look like it we’ll see the part any time soon. ….kind of like the leaky barn on a sunny day.
I can shoot one cat. But two? That’s a more difficult issue. It’s the eyes. Four eyes, two sets. The rest doesn’t fit neatly in the picture. The tail was a plus. But for me the it’s the eyes. The other interest is that it’s darned hard to get two cats in the same photo. I can’t direct a pose. I don’t speak cat. I’m good one on one. Elle? Even she has given up. It used to be that she’d run as soon as she saw my camera. Now? Call it, “resigned to her fate.”
It’s in the eyes. You focus on the eyes. That is the heart of the image. You knew that. Right? I’ve lately been having trouble with my trusty Nikon D610. Hey, it’s four years old now. I don’t even know what their latest greatest (new model) is. I no longer have camera envy. But, I do want good images. I’ve been having focus problems for a while Well, I dropped it to the sidewalk in 2016. It’s hasn’t been right since it came back from repair. User error! Me. I finally sat down with the manual again today. Yeah, yeah, I actually read the instructions again. Don’t laugh. Don’t tell. And I think I’ve figured it all out again. I wanted closest focus done automatically. I want to just compose and shoot. Unfortunately, I also want to place the main subject off-center in the image. This does not always comply with what the camera is doing. I’m go… and the camera is still deciding what to do. I get shots. But I would like a higher percentage of success. I read the manual, I made my adjustments, and now I’m holding my breath.
Speaking of instructions – did I tell you this one? We got Jules an Easy Bake Oven for her birthday – many many years (decades) ago. My brothers happily got to work and assembled it. There were two leftover screws (that went somewhere) when they were done. Not extra screws! I saw them toss the screws into the oven. Fine by me. We’d find out where the screws went later. It’s a guy thinking here. No! No! The wife/mother tossed the screws in the trash. I witnessed that too. Why didn’t I act? And we eventually found the place the screws were missing. And that oven rattled forever more till we threw the thing out. Let that be a lesson!? Read the manual?
We’ve been rearranging things. I stacked stuff on the top of the cabinet. Cats are curious. Ha! Elle decided to get in and amongst the glass and picture frames. She managed to step around everything and not knock anything over. Luckily she doesn’t swing her tail like the boys. Yup, luck for me too.