Monthly Archives: March 2015
Quite fun playing with glass and what happens when you shoot into it with flash. As usual I did not get out and about to really spend the time I should with each day’s assignment/theme. But here’s what I did manage. A series of off-selfies. Glass and camera settings and me–what a charming (not) portfolio.
Easy choice. My mom kept a diary for a few short years when I was a baby. She was a very special person and it gives me great pleasure mixed with profound loneliness to take it out and read randomly from time to time. Touching it feels almost like touching her hand.
Landscapes. I think of landscapes as being of far mountains or the beach and the ocean from a distance. Mine are a little more intimate.
So I could not make our Day 14 assignment, Scale and Observation, work on my river walk. Had to stage it right now.
I’ve traveled quite a bit, makes for nice juxtapositions if I try. Whose most powerful? Voodoo guy from Haiti or very special nesting dolls from Estonia? I think Mr. Putin is about to be eaten?
Please remember my main goal for joining Photo 101 was to make myself think photographically every day. And to take pictures! I need an excuse for this past week. Not well. So I’m cheating a little (a lot) and trying to catch up by taking a long walk in the Bosque today and hitting all missing themes.
So movement is a problem. I didn’t spend time with the ducks and geese early on in the walk and then forgot and took a slightly different route home (besides, I was tired).
I’ll try and make something up. I know this is not what we were trying to capture-I really had intended to take some speedy bird movement. Next walk maybe I can get that. But there is some movement in photos that follow.
Me-missing also. Sick. Back to my WordPress assignments. I cannot think of many examples of interesting architecture in Albuquerque. There are some buildings around where the extreme ordinariness is leavened with the odd detail or sort-of original angle. And there’s the old Spanish architecture. Some nice. It’s prettied up substantially all over California, but probably more authentic here.
After finally feeling well enough to lift my camera out-of-doors I did what I could on a neighborhood walk this morning.
Here it is. The original Albuquerque Country Club-in color-monochrome. I love what removing the color does and yet I never remember to play with that.
Hard to find pop OR color on a Monday–even though this was a fine Monday by everyday standards. But our WordPress photography workshop instructs us to try.
Sorry about my feeble late afternoon–almost time for the gym–efforts.
I hear childcare is expensive…eating up most of many mothers’ or fathers’ salaries. But wait until you have to support a butler! Not easy on my pay. And unlike Carson, who seems so wise and kind at heart in spite of that stern exterior, my butler has started playing with knives and other blunt but potentially deadly implements. Seems more than usually surly lately too. So when that snotty old lady who lives next door disappeared and I remembered Butler Hyde had been sharpening the knives a lot lately, I did wonder. But it wasn’t until he asked me if I knew where our shovel was that I grew seriously suspicious. But enough about my problems…
I do take things very literally and always from a crime fiction perspective. So a mystery is a mystery is a mystery and there’s always crime involved. None of this mystery of nature, life, truth and beauty stuff for me.
To photograph warmth, today’s assignment, I should have taken a selfie of me hugging a grandchild or a picture of a nest of baby birds with their mommy or the warm spring New Mexico sun (projected to be a hot New Mexico sun by Sunday) or at least a fireplace. Unfortunately, I came to work early and will be here all day and none of those metaphors for warmth are available—well the sun is but not at its dawn or dusk prettiest. Much as I like and respect my staff I’m not feeling like a photo of several of them holding hands is where this photo challenge wants to go.
Then I looked down at my personal, low-maintenance and reliable source of warmth, “HeatDish.” You see most of the people who work and study here like it cool. I don’t; I always like warm. So here’s a small photo album dedicated to — the personal heater.