“Pop goes the weasel.” Ever hear the song? “Round and round the mulberry bush …pop goes the weasel.” Sorry, I’m not giving singing lessons. Look it up if you like. But like “Ring around the rosie..” (a different song) there is a significance. “Ashes, ashes, we all fall down…” referred to the plague and death. That’s a downer. I liked that song too.
This?! Is a weasel. Yup. There is a weaving spinning device called a weasel. And it is used to measure yarn. You set the device and spin the yarn on the arms and it counts out a measured length. And when you reach the desired length you set – “Pop goes the weasel.” Simple. Elegant. Did you like that? Did you know that? Do you care? I learn new things all the time. Cool! Yeah, yeah, and we got one. Actually two. I guess the first one needed a friend…?
Photo opportunity. I’m a moderate. Funny to say in the world of extreme politics these days. Amateurs start off shooting the whole field of blooms. And the real purists shoot a tiny microscopic detail. I’m in between. Mostly lazy. I get in close enough to get a detail but not too close to considered a nutty professional. I have a day job and this is for me. No post processing. More and more the image is straight out of the camera minimal cropping and hardly a sign of manipulation.
Oh heavens! Some people cringe! Not raw! Heresy! HDR? I thought he was a former president. Yeah, yeah, kidding. It’s mostly because photography is fun for me. It’s technical, sure. But mostly it is what I like. Every once in a while you wake up and smell the flowers. You knew I would say that. Right?
I have visited the Shaker villages – Canterbury in NH and Sabbathday Lake ME. I think most folks in the USA are familiar with Shakers and their crafts.
“Tis a gift to be simple. Tis a gift to be free.”
So much of what I have run across did not really sink into my consciousness. The Shakers are celibate. So their group has dwindled to only three current members. No new Shakers means that this group will soon be gone and so too will a rich history and heritage. There has been a great deal of historical preservation. But soon it appears as though the Shakers will be lost and culturally extinct.
Hey, it’s a nice graphic. I got low and just as I snapped this guy walked into my background. I shot one image. Imagine me with a digital camera and all day to shoot a nonmoving target. But I took one shot. Maybe I could have tried to focus on the spout or… This is not a particularly typical teapot or anything special. It would probably not make the final edit of a shots of Jeddah slide show. I just happen to like the image.
But i have been rightfully corrected. I guess. It is a tea kettle not technically a teapot. Thanks Lorraine.
Pumpkin on the doorstep, Jules loved this and framed it also. It’s almost a natural monochrome. You can’t make this stuff up. A little color and it was right out of the car door as I exited. I was in Rockport to check on a craft show. The photo was right there. Never turn down a golden opportunity. I have to thank the owner for setting up this little tableau.
This an iconic view for me. We have a white tile floor in the kitchen in Westhampton. It’s spring and it’s tulip season. I’m trying for a shot of the tulips that is different from the usual. So I went for this graphic composition. You can see my shoes at the bottom. I’ve done this with other flowers in other seasons since this image. But this was the first shot like this for me.
We’ve been to Mystic Seaport many times. I still try for a quintessential shot. Not many, but one shot that would convey the early sailing history of this New England town. I find that detail shots do this for me. But as with many things I’m still looking …
Here’s a picture that conjures up an instant story unrelated to the picture, except for where I took it. I was invited to dinner at a transvestite bar/restaurant in the Greenwich Village. I had already passed the window. A young woman was sitting with her back to the street wearing a wedding style veil into which was woven scores of condoms, a bachelorette party. I was meeting a bunch of my OR nurses. Not wishing to be first to arrive, I carefully cased the joint and walked discretely on down the block. While wandering and waiting I shot this slide of a window display. So much for anonymity…once inside, I was quickly recognized by a neighboring table of nurses, who were also dining. They were from another hospital that I had previously worked in. It’s a small world even among NYC’s 8 million people. And… I was injured when one of the gym socks (of the transvestite singers) poked me in the eye. All that from a picture of some pottery bunnies… Who’d have guessed? I suppose Freud would say there is symbolic meaning in the rabbits.