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HDR

High dynamic range. It’s a photographic technique. Smash three images together to get a better “whole.” The concept: the high, medium, low tones are too great to be captured together in a single image on film or sensor. Sensor! We can capture three images and put all three together. Complicated? My new spiffy camera can do it “in camera” by merely pressing the shutter. This is not a good example. The image looks spooky. I can immediately appreciate the manipulation. And, the casual viewer knows something is not quite right. But, we got much more detail in the image than from out of the camera “automatically.” You can get “instant” black and white as easily as going to another “setting.” What happened to “work?” Is it craft if it is so easy as to change a setting “just like that!”?


Cuteness

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So little time, too many images, I would post one… but who can choose? It’s like your kids. You like them all… equally. Well, no, but, you must get my point. Pick? That’s editing. I edit by gestalt now. I look over a large group and one or two stand out. Done. It’s too much to agonize over each individual and way too slow to wait for each to upload. And yet, I continue to sneak in multiples. You/I would be better served by one outstanding shot. But then again, no, maybe not.


481, 379

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… and counting, since 2003, when I started using a digital camera until now. Oops! Database miscalculation – make it 526,183 images not counting my iPhone pics. Aren’t you impressed I have kept track thru a database? This image is nearly the last to date (as of a month ago). It’s all cataloged (very roughly) in a database, and, in Lightroom. It would be a monumental task to look thru the Lightroom catalog too. I’m not bragging. And, you might well shake your head. Too many, too many pics. And what for? Throw away the duds. (I did, a few) That’s just digital. There are more than 100k of slides too. I did not count print negatives. Those were too hard for me to track. (Read: lazy) … I like the symmetry – the roof, the sky (who sees such a clear demarcation), and the sun poking thru the clouds. … I ‘ve been thru at least 15 different digital cameras. Favorites come and go as the model changes and the technology improves. Would I, should I, upgrade? Of course! I don’t drive/lust fast cars. (thank $$$ goodness) Cameras have been my weak spot though my camera envy has been well controlled. I have held a Leica but never shot one. I am permitted my passion. There are far worse things… Some days, it’s good to glance back at the legacy I have made. And, I shall keep shooting. Why go thru all of this? I am able to locate an image  – in not too much time – upon request. Organization in the midst of chaos, imagine that!


Lights

I have two light fixtures casting feeble light onto the main room from about 16 feet above. Not my idea, it was the design of the retard architect who thought up this idiocy. (There were ample other examples in other places.) The room is a north facing room and so is in shadow most of the day. We need some light. I put in plenty of floor lamps and even a track light on my newly constructed bookcase. But those bulbs…. And then I read up on the new LED’s. Brilliant! I got a pair of 2500 lumen LED bulbs. Bright! And low wattage! What could go wrong. I could not get the bulbs in or out. They don’t make 16 foot ladders. Whatever! We got the bulbs in. it was not easy. I say again, not easy!! I tumbled from the ladder once. Only pride was injured. It scared the hell out of Colleen. Of course! The end result, (it was a long story), we got light. it’s better. Less worse. Yay! And LED’s, they will last for years and years – good, ‘cause by the next go around I will have misplaced the light bulb changer.


War crime

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If you aren’t doing something… there are governors and our fearless leader who are not. They are not ill and neither are their families. They blithely encourage you to go about your routine business and activities. The facts of the world are indisputable. Facts.

fact

/fakt/

noun

noun: fact; plural noun: facts

  1. a thing that is known or proved to be true

 

fake1

/fāk/

adjective

adjective: fake

  1. not genuine; counterfeit.

Fake news? You trust these guys (governors MS/FL, Trump) at your peril. It is akin to war crimes. Nothing less. Trump has said open the country, go to Easter church service. He will soon deny he ever said this. He has not closed the country. His golf courses and hotels are suffering. This is criminal activity in which many more will die who might have been spared.

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Fact: people are ill and dying…all over the world… and soon, around you. Maybe it’s time to heed the warning. The shelves aren’t empty for nothing. Corona is fact.


Squirrels gotta eat too

We bought a squirrel proof bird feeder. It cost $$. Why don’t I want to feed squirrels too? I would have bought a squirrel feeder. The feeder was squirrel free until today. And it works. There is a cage that closes over the holes when the squirrel’s weight is on it. The squirrel was getting something, but not an entire meal. Seeds spilled. Some, including the squirrel buddy, chose the easier way to go, on the deck. At least in this exchange the birds get a higher percentage on the deal.


Behind the scenes (pics)

The only difference between your iPhone and my camera is that my inconsequential pics have a higher technical quality. My daily diary is not particularly interesting. I have shots of the cats, where we’ve been, and the food we consumed. Mundane. Boring, no doubt. The stories behind the picture(s)? It’s all an experience/experiment. Does the picture come first or does the narrative come as I take the picture? Both, all of the above, a gorgeous sunset is easy. But I experiment. There are few new pictures. It’s mostly reworking previous subjects in a new situation. Repeat? You bet. New? Some, too. By now I should know what I’m doing and never miss. I should not have to repeat my mistakes. I know what to do. But… most of my stuff (images) is mundane and not worthy of more than a glance. Throw stuff away? A friend told me recently that he dumps all his bad images. Clutter! No clutter! No, no, no. I have faithfully cataloged all of my clutter with a database. Database? Why not? And images are stored on hard drives. There’s no space taken up there. …except if you have too many redundant drives. Anyway, today was mundane. Anything but…  Coffee in the antique store, antique store (another), ghost church/cemetery, dinner/anniversary with the cousins, and food! There’s a fine line. But, every day is a gift! Really!! You gotta be smiling by now, YTIMA spelled backwards is llits AMITY.


“P”

Not prisoner, Patch. I marked his ear intentionally so as to be able to identify him. It was important. I can’t tell him from Willow, his twin. And Patch had just returned from the hospital for treatment of his hyperthyroidism. He needs extra food. And, we can’t be petting him too much (treatment instructions). So, I marked him. He gets extra food. The disease ravaged his metabolism and he lost more than 1/3 body weight. So, to fatten him… extra food. And his siblings like to share in his bounty. Poor Patch, he’s a work in progress. He will be better in time but for now it’s back to work. And, no one eats alone around here!

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Weaver cat

Nutley, so named because, he’s NUTS!, has a habit of getting on the loom while Colleen weaves. His place/choice of “lying down” spots makes it impossible to weave. Cute! You bet. Everything pauses while we/she waits to continue onward.


Trash

…perhaps Sisyphus. The bookstore (unnamed) has a full-time gal whose job it is is to replace the magazines in the rack. Perhaps, it might be wrack? Or, perhaps rack – torture instrument? Her job (never-ending) is to replace outdated mags. Out with the old and in with the new. Weeklies and monthlies come in every week. There are tons! No sooner is one batch out, another comes in.

What is so shameful is that the old are discarded. Trash! There is no recycling. None! No deep discount sale – say 75%. None! Trash! It’s a crying waste. Schools, hospitals, businesses could use… but no! There’s an opportunity lost here. I’m all out of volunteering effort. But….

guilty! We hang out in the bookstore and read current mags. I don’t feel so bad any longer. Consider it, pawing through someone’s trash.