Beyond Day SixMy sometimes-daily blog of a photograph or two with a few words, celebrating all the days of life that flow through creation into perspiration, inspiration, reflection, sabbath, and resurrection. At Another Time
We went to Pere Marquette Park on my birthday. As sunset approached the sky was clear, and then it seemed like all of sudden a bank of clouds appeared that could make for an interesting photo. As things progressed, it was apparent the sunset wouldn't be memorable. And then this young couple walked up to this structure at the edge of the river and began to climb the metal stairway. This might be more interesting. And include the bare tree. Well, I wish the sky was more spectacular. Hmmm, I may try some "creative" adjustments when I get back home. As Strong as Stone
I do not know the story, but I am intrigued. These are the columns of the old post office in downtown Fort Myers, Florida. They appear to be made of coral with countless fossils of long departed sea life. How many centuries did it take to create this kind of substance that could be carved into columns? I just stare and wonder. Summer Celebration
I admit it. I love daylilies. I love the colors, the forms. Something to contemplate on a winter day. They Will Fly Up
One of the passages for the fifth Sunday after Epiphany is Isaiah 40:21-31. It's a passage for times like this, too frequent in human history. The chapter concludes with these words: "Don't you know? Haven't you heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the creator of the ends of the earth. He doesn't grow tired or weary. His understanding is beyond human reach, giving power to the tired and reviving the exhausted. Youths will become tired and weary, young men will certainly stumble; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength; they will fly up on wings like eagles; they will run and not be tired; they will walk and not be weary." (Common English Bible) And yes, I know, this is not an eagle. It's an osprey and its young. Gallery Guard
So many of our friends are dog owners; they love their pets. Both of our kids have dogs (I guess it's because we didn't have one while they were growing up). This is John Brady's gallery in Florida. His prints were stunning. I enjoyed visiting with him and hearing about his photographic adventures. Like Clyde Butcher, John takes an 8x10 view camera into the swamps of Florida to create wonderful images. The fun part for me is when he said he was beginning to use a new camera: one of the Sony mirrorless cameras. He said the resolution was fantastic and might replace the cumbersome view camera. Bluebirds Are Here
Bluebirds are showing up at the feeder this week to add to the abundance of birds in the backyard. We spend way too much time watching out the window. But we have never lived anywhere that has the number and variety of birds we have here in our retirement home. This year I have not seen any Northern Juncos (snowbirds) at the feeder. Not a bad sign. One Year AgoTime passes quickly. We have memories. I have pictures that remind me of standing on a bridge with the sunset behind me, watching the sky and water light up. This view is from Bonita Springs, Florida. Looks different from snow.
I See You
Hanging Around OprylandI've been spending several days at Imaging USA at the Opryland Hotel. I'll be going back today to get some personal consultation for my website. Yesterday, I roamed through the photo exhibition of the Professional Photographers' Association, and enjoyed seeing the incredible work that was presented. I am challenged to work on my own photographs to a new level. The photograph below is one of the first I sold in the gallery in Springfield. It is Little Wildcat Falls in South Carolina.
Shadows and SpringIt's a Ground Hog Day. In some places there is a pancake and groundhog breakfast fundraiser. I'm so naive that it took me a number of times seeing the signs before I realized they weren't serving groundhog, but pork sausage. Duh... It's also that great day of mythological spring predictions based on sunny or cloudy mornings. If the groundhog sees a shadow, back into the den and six more weeks of winter. But it turns out that the groundhog is less than 40% correct, and more often wrong. But yesterday, in the rain, as we went to a restaurant for dinner, I saw forsythia blooming in downtown Nashville. I think that's a better forecast than a groundhog's shadow.
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