Archive for the ‘Photography’ Category

PotD: Another Brick…

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Taken in Leavenworth, Kansas.  It was an inter­est­ing town full of some amaz­ing, old archi­tec­ture.  Also, pris­ons and mil­i­tary bases.

PotD: Common Merganser

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Female com­mon mer­ganser.  This is the first one of these I have ever seen.  Really pretty bird that posed a lot.  It was tough choos­ing this one from four others.

PotD: Kingfisher with Breakfast

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I watched this guy bash the poor craw­dad over and over on the cable he was sit­ting on, try­ing to kill it so he could eat it.  I’ve never got a photo of a king­fisher with food in its bill, so I was really excited to take this.

Kingfisher Drying Off

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I have an even bet­ter pic­ture of this guy for Monday.

PotD: Ducks

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Some fun ducks hang­ing out.

PotD: Nervous

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I’m not sure what this is, but I  believe it’s a brown-​​headed cow­bird.  I had some trou­ble with the bird iden­ti­fi­ca­tion guide online.  Very tiny, eas­ily star­tled bird.  Very hard to get close enough for a shot, usually.

 

PotD: Kestrel

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Beautiful birds, and some of my favorite to pho­to­graph.  Narrowly missed this one tak­ing flight.  Still pretty darn rusty.

 

Photo: Bison With Calf

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All my spare brain power right now is going into work­ing on the out­line for a novel.  I wish I had more to say—I prob­a­bly will in a few days.  To tide you over (and keep you com­ing back for more), here’s a b-​​side photo from my Yellowstone expe­di­tion ear­lier this year.

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Compositionally, this photo is okay. What it really lacks is any kind of dynamic light­ing.  There’s a sin­gle light source in this photo—an over­cast sky, which just hits every­thing with an equal light.  No shad­ows any­where, which makes for a pretty flat photo.  I have a ton of pho­tos like these where I’m happy with the com­po­si­tion, but I was just there at the wrong time of day.  Once again—the secret to good pho­tog­ra­phy is tak­ing a lot of pic­tures and throw­ing away the bad ones.

The Joys and Hilarities of Small Town Church Signs

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I could spend all week walk­ing around pho­tograph­ing and rat­ing these signs for effec­tive­ness.    Here’s the first one that caught my eye:

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I can’t help but argue with ol Pastor Larry.  My imme­di­ate reac­tion was “well… just the ones that mat­ter.”  But that was snotty of me.  So I decided to check and see if he’s right with the kind of ques­tions I sup­pose one would have for church:

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Your move, Pastor Larry.

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And then we have some good old fash­ioned Halloween word play.  Bonus points to this one for invok­ing Satan:

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Still, it has some prob­lems for me.  First of all, wor­ship doesn’t start until 10:30?  Seems kinda late to me, but it’s been 20 years since I went to a church that wasn’t Unitarian.  I bet they’re out of the pews before Chiefs kick­off time though!  But I don’t penal­ize them for this.

Mostly, I have to take away points for the poor for­mat­ting.  The word spac­ing is crazy, and that giant jesus is just throw­ing off every­thing else.  the kern­ing could be bet­ter too. Frankly, they’re lucky I could puz­zle out it out.  The first time I read it, I thought it said ‘Satan tricks you, Jesus.” 

Which I thought was a rather bold state­ment for First Christian Church.  Probably blas­phe­mous that Satan could ever pull one over on J-​​boy.  Hell, I’d con­sider show­ing up for that ser­mon, just in case the pas­tor has lost his mar­bles and deliv­ers the ser­mon wear­ing noth­ing but his underwear.

Announcing JT365

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Today is my 32nd birthday.

I can’t say that I’m happy about it.  But I’m com­ing to terms with it.

At this point in my life, birth­days for me are a reminder of my mor­tal­ity.  They ceased being about gifts when I was in my teens.  For a while in my col­lege years, I thought my birth­day was bad luck due to a string of nasty events around my birth­day, so I went out of my way to hide it from friends well into my late 20s.  I’m past that non­sense, but I still grow melancholy.

I wanted to do so much more with my life than I have.  It feels as if I have squan­dered the last ten years, even though I know this is not so.  I have some won­der­ful things to show for my time.  Nothing of seri­ous con­se­quence in the greater world, but… I am con­tent with this.

It’s time that instead of doing things to impress other peo­ple and draw atten­tion to myself out of some mis­guided sense that it would be a way of achiev­ing a kind of immor­tal­ity, I have instead deter­mined that I will attempt to ded­i­cate my remain­ing time towards liv­ing a life that I can look back on with­out regret.  As my old boss used to say, each day is a gift, and it is up to us how we use them. I have long squan­dered them on things that I will not remem­ber when my time comes to pass.

So today, in an attempt to live each day more fully, to con­nect more with the pas­sage of time and develop more of a sense of being here in the now, I am launch­ing my 365 day pho­tog­ra­phy project.   I am tak­ing and select­ing one pho­to­graph each day for the next year. There’s noth­ing orig­i­nal about it.  Many peo­ple have done these before, but I have not.   I  At times, I will exper­i­ment with new tech­niques. Sometimes, I will prob­a­bly not be able to get out of bed, and so I will be forced to find some inter­est­ing way of cap­tur­ing the ceil­ing of my bedroom.

If you all, the audi­ence, serves a pur­pose in this project, it is to keep me hon­est.  I find that when you do some­thing like this out in the open, you feel more ded­i­cated to the task.  I let myself down often enough, but it’s a moti­va­tor to avoid let­ting oth­ers down. Ultimately, how­ever,  this is a project I do for myself.  You’re wel­come to take plea­sure from the project, and I hope you do. But I’m doing this for so many more rea­sons than usual.

The 365 project can be found here. You can fol­low it on twit­ter here.

So that’s my pri­mary goal right now, on the road to turn­ing 33.  We’ll see how it goes.