I’ve been taking flower photos all season. It’s like fish in the Red Sea. When I dove I would scour the reef for fish pictures. (What else!!) Every dive it was the same routine. See fish, take pictures, sort, and select the best shots. I have way too many good flower shots. Standout?! That’s a matter of taste and choice. They are simply too numerous to count. I get plenty of technically sound shots. Standouts? A few. Sometimes I feel like that blind squirrel that found a nut…
During the corona lockdown I have begun eating pop corn. I like to eat it in the movies. We don’t go. We didn’t before the virus. But suddenly we have found pop corn again! And borosilicate glass. ?? It’s double walled insulated glass. I was slow to adapt to this too. Colleen knew of it and loved it for the fact that hot or cold stays because of excellent insulation. Ice just doesn’t melt. You’d try it but where to get it. That was the trick. Now, I’m hooked.
We were in the Grand Canyon on the last cross country trip to visit CA and to see Noa. It was an age ago. Does motherhood make your own birthday seem lesser? Jules would celebrate with a party at the end of the school year, with her friends in the middle of the summer, once more at the Tyler Place, and once again with family at another party. At that rate she was forty before she was ten. No matter, she never complained. And, here we are again! Happy birthday.
Are there so few photo ops these days…” Am I food obsessed… do I live to eat? Fascinated? Curious? Nosey? It’s interesting. I don’t/wouldn’t carry my big old DSLR into a grocery. I am above using iPhone for my pics. Camera snob, that would be me. So, it’s a point and shoot. No so much a toy any longer, they are quite sophisticated and damn good. I always thought that big glass (lens) made for a better image. Nope. And so, I pull the camera from my pocket and surreptitiously shoot. I got the shot. Do/did you? No need to be too obvious.
Oh, a shout out to Barber stuffed raw chicken. It’s good. I don’t say that about frozen food. I don’t eat frozen. Why? Snob as much as anything. We have access to fresh. No frozen. Not pizza! Ever! Ha! We buy frozen cauliflower pizza all the time now. My point? You can’t find Barber for love of money since I got this one time shot.
It will be two months before this post is published. I’m wondering out loud how it all evolved. Will there be TP once more? Can I go to the grocery without trepidation and feeling like it’s threatening to my life? I predict not much will have changed. … and what the hell are all the TP manufacturers doing? Supply, demand, and profit? Gas was $1.71 yesterday (two months back).
– gas is now $2.23. Toilet paper came back. And, just now, yeast appeared on the shelves. The great Amazon could not deliver in all that four months.
A painter’s pallet. In spite of corona, there are stores and nurseries open for business. The big box store – Home Depot and even mail order – the great Amazon fairy, they will all get plants to your doorstep. But it is the act of going and picking out your plants that makes the difference. I like to see the produce and feel it before I buy groceries. I was constrained – one nursery, one time only. So off to the nursery – Lakeside Garden & Nursery, Laurel, DE. Good price and great plants! I went nuts and we filled the car. At least it all fit in one trip. I’m set. Colleen doesn’t want to be out any more than needed. But, done. I’m set. The garden will carry on. We got flowers and we got vegetables. There will be something to admire as we sit out on the deck – a lot – this summer.
Since I retired I have taken up spinning; yes, as in “Rapunzel.” I have begun basket making; yes, as in that “throw away/easy ‘A’ class in pre-med in college. I doubt my college ever offered basket making. And I apologize to all who make baskets. Indeed, there is a range of people of extraordinary skill down to amateurs (like me). But, on occasion, I can crank out something visually captivating. Mistakes? You bet! To the viewer’s eye, not so fast. It’s picky to look for mistakes. It’s equally hard for me not to see my own (mistakes). Colleen weaves (gifts). At this pace it’s gonna be hard to find display space, alas, (gifts too).
Thermal insulated. Lightweight. This stuff is as good as “sliced bread.” What? It’s blown glass – yes, there is a “blown” mark. The air insulation keeps the glass from transmitting heat or cold. Your coffee stays hot and your lemonade ice cubes don’t melt. Too good to be true. Colleen loved them and I got them – for her (how could I deny her…). I tried one. Oh boy! Light bulb! As in all things I overdid as you can readily see our cabinet with an assortment. Hey! That’s quite an assortment of tea sitting up there too. Good stuff.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind but now I see…..
Look it up… our fearless leader is golfing.
Why? Why would a newspaper lie to me? Do they really lie all the time. I don’t get it. Or, are they telling us truth? Just like firing the IG – inspector general – it’s all about transparency and truth, right? Oh! Now, we’re asking too many questions.
Trust me, I’m a doctor. Once upon a time that was a popular phrase. And politicians had about as much trust as lawyers. I think politicians were one down from next to last. I read that our fearless leader has access to the best information and doesn’t have the intelligence of a gnat himself or that big pharma has business ties to the very vaccine being developed to save us all, and, I am afraid. Very afraid! Maybe I should read the National Enquirer instead. Come to think of it I haven’t seen it lately. Of course, I keep telling myself 40 million Republicans couldn’t be all wrong. Is there any good fake news? The Times keeps reporting about dead people. When you are dead, you are dead. That is fact. I wish it weren’t so.
Let’s play – Follow the leader – and jump off the Brooklyn bridge. You first. See ya.
100,000 dead, one hundred thousand dead, is a whole lot of dead people. Maybe the number is wrong? But, it’s still a whole lot more than one dead. There are a lot of dead people even if someone’s lyin’ to me.
I remember our lyin’ President saying no one would die and then, he told me it would be over before 50,000 dead. Tell me more facts please. Or, two lies make the truth like it was said that, two wrongs don’t make a right?
Can you possibly make this bad news into some Pollyanna fairy tale to save your political ass Mr President? Meanwhile, what the f’ are you gonna do about it. Lying to me won’t make it go away. This is an immutable fact no matter if right or left wing media reports it. Tell me what you’re doing. And I can’t get a corona virus test, while you are tested once a day. That’s fair. You are important and wealthy. The rest of us all applaud your effort to help. How about PPE and tests for the rest of the country? Vote early and vote often.
Words fail me. Cheaters win. And the moon is made of cheese.
I guess it’s nice to keep looking back. There was a time when we were less cluttered. Ahem. Would that be: are we more or less organized now than once before? It’s interesting to see how things were and compare to now. No matter, that bare wall is not bare any longer.
…when. Not that many years ago, in a simpler time, who knew how the world would change? We haven’t been back in many a year. But, at the time, in that place, it was the highlight of our world. We had been recommended and found this restaurant that served deep fried kale. Unhealthy! You bet. Good? Unparalleled! It was mere months from this point that someone tried to detonate (bomb vest) in the parking lot across from the US Embassy. My life changed and I was soon home for good. I don’t remember when we ate there again. Unhealthy! Good? You bet!
…as in under a rock. Or, how about, the moon is made of green cheese? Or, there are no aliens? Or, it is an alien in the great White house? You pick. I will admit I stage some of my images. It’s up to you to figure it out. I will readily admit it’s not easy to get a shot of the moon.
Sunset… blurred. Hey! I got this out the car window going 55+mph. It ain’t easy. I could’a asked Colleen…. But no! This was our sunset on leap day. You know… February 29. Special. It was a special sunset with my favorite wife…. present wife? (You knew that.) Ah, no matter what I say from this point, I’m in deep …. I shall remember this day for the musical concert and our unspoken disagreements this day. The concert beginning was worse than watching paint dry. Oh geez! But the second half was grand, kind of like how our disagreement disappeared. Years from now, this sunset will be the signature memory. All the rest will be a memory softened by time. So far, we’ve had a very nice year. (Ask me about the disagreement? … I forgot already.)
I shoot a lot (of images). Most are duds. Some images strike me when I edit. The good news is that there are many more good images. So, my edits have been more gestalt. I look through the images about 28 at a time. There are standouts that get another look. And then, another pass; maybe something will still catch me and I’ll pull the image. It’s nice to have a lot of choices. Who shoots grapefruit? Hey! It’s a Longaberger pie plate! …and stand. They go for big money these days. My artificial flowers are a mixed bag. You don’t put orchids with geranium. Fiber ready to be woven, the finished product is in Colleen’s imagination and skill.
Is it possible? When we cruise antique stores, there are some ringers. Antique is usually considered to have “age,” I always thought greater than 75 years. In the same booth were souvenirs of recent vintage. Opposing views. No doubt, this was an equal opportunity profit center. Today, I got no skin in the game. Converse statement: it’s politically offensive to make fun of the pres. OR he’s offensive – politically. Soon. Soon we will know the true will of the voting public. Polar – antarctic or artic; there’s not much temperate around here in these parts.
When there are no kids or grandkids at hand, I shoot the cats. My dearest wife has declined. She’s good natured enough. But… and while I am breaking no new ground, I can photograph well enough to get good portrait shots, too many, too numerous to count. Once in a while it’s good to post one. There are categories – photo journalism, iPhone, selfies, etc. Sometimes it’s nice to have a good portrait.
Really?! I heard there was a run on TP in the grocery. We were there for some veggies. Yup! No, nada, none. Toilet paper and corona are linked? It affects the lungs not the large intestine. I’m mystified. It’s the Democrats too. The right wing Fox media has said that it’s all a hoax and there is no emergency until this afternoon when it became a national emergency. Poor Republicans, shhhh… there’s no TP left at the store. I got. Want some? Or, as the pic indicates, there was a run on TP by short people.
Change a light bulb with the following tools:
I have a pair of lights at the top of a 16 foot ceiling. I don’t know the exact height. I can’t reach with a ladder 8-10 foot, or a light bulb (yellow) changer, 11 foot, or a (silver) reacher, 8 foot. Ah! Take a ten foot ladder and add… There’s more. The bulb is a CFL twisted glass thing. The ingenious devils put inside a CFL cover. I was totally fooled. The cover can be removed easily enough (suction cup). Then you have to unscrew the CFL bulb. There’s only the 8 foot grabber for that task. Okay! But the (regular, typical round) bulb replacement needs the grabber too. The suction on the 11 foot bulb changer doesn’t fit to the new (round) bulb. And so on and so on…. I got the darned bulbs changed. By now you are laughing at how complicated it is for me to change a light bulb.
I got squirrels. Look on YouTube. There are hilarious videos of ways to combat squirrels at the feeder. The poor birds? Hey! Squirrels gotta eat too! …unless your wife thinks squirrels are furry rats. You can see two feeders. The first was like a buffet. The squirrels were putting on weight! The second, a cheap plastic, device was so flimsy it was destroyed in a day. The squirrels destroyed it in a day! Destroyed! In a day! So, I broke down. …. Birds gotta eat. The new feeder has stopped the squirrels. So, there’s no pic. Ha ha. No squirrels. There’s/that’s not a pic.
Hiawatha has been there for a long time. We’ve never been inside. The store is going out of business. Nice sign. It might be a nice time to remind you that I shoot Singers.
I get the machine and the serial number. The serial numbers identify where and when the machine was manufactured. Nice again – but generally useless information.
We have been seeking a pencil pine for Xmas. Artificial please, and please make it a low $$. Instead we found an alternative when and where we were not looking. White pine, done well, and a brother. We couldn’t resist. I guess you had to be there to appreciate that a long (very) search had come to a (sort of) end.
A hot water bottle cover. Better known as a hot water bottle cozy. You have to look for it by name. Not a common request. They really are helpful. How about an authentic official shower cap from Buckingham Palace? Do you really need this/them? They were on limited sale in Scotland. They are for that certain someone who has everything.
I limit myself to a post a day. Jules, long ago admonished me. Too many posts were too many and too confusing. So, I cheat. She never complained about more than one pic per post. Still… I pick by browsing Lightroom. And an image strikes me. Sometimes they are not perfect – most times. But there is this” je ne sais quois” look. Done. This one made me smile. You’re just going along minding your own business and then you are “struck.” It wasn’t even an image I flagged in my first pass. But, in retrospect, it’s different, out of my norm. … too many images, too little time… I know I have not gone deep into my library. It’s a regret, no time to dwell.