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Day Five/Photo101: Solitude

Tingley Beach and the Bosque along the Rio Grande make up for Albuquerque’s many less desirable traits. Love this place. It is my place for outdoor solitude, thinking, liking where I live. It’s best at dawn in the summer but right now isn’t bad either! Used both my Nikon CoolPix and Galaxy 5 Smartphone. Not surprisingly Galaxy doesn’t really work as well for getting up close and personal from a distance. Did that make sense? No, after Photograph 101 with WordPress I’m hoping to be able to talk ‘photography.’

 

Day Four/Photo101: Bliss

My definition of Bliss: The moments, hours, occasionally more than a day, when I have this sense that there’s plenty in my life; that I’m doing exactly what I want to do for this time in time, and that I have the means to make it last a little longer. Sensations of sufficiency elation harmony anticipation; separately good—all at once…blissful.

Easiest path to bliss in my life. Books. Always. Here, to tell you that story is a picture ‘book.’

The First Book I Remember.

The First Book I Remember.

When I was four, I had a Geography Book. Couldn’t really read much of it but I dreamed through those pictures of the world outside.

As soon as I could read there was a wall of books at school to which I had unlimited access and a library in town. I dreamed books. Literally. In my dreams the books I wanted would be lying next to me on my pillow and I would, literally, reach for them when I awoke, only sad to find they were’t there until the next trip to library.

There's a tiny part of me that is always blissful as long as I have books.

There’s a tiny part of me that is always blissful as long as I have books.

Through my life as a perpetual student I’ve studied history and literature and writing (even when I was supposed to be focusing on education and social work). It seems I immerse in a genre and then move on, but only sort of, because I never leave my previous literary infatuations—I just make them share with the next love.

History, literary fiction, travel adventure, travel literature, political and social commentary are always just a shelf away but the competition for my attention is pretty intense. First, because there are always newbies, virginal in their Barnes and Noble bags— without dog ears or creased covers—stirring stories to be lived vicariously.

Then there’s the main competition, the kind of book that never leaves my bedside table or bed. Crime Fiction, generally of the international kind. More specifically of the Nordic Noir branch of the big bad crime family. It’s my go-to remedy for melancholy and tedium; it is both escape and companion for wanna-be outsiders like me.

My favorite Swede and my favorite Norwegian and my Whole Foods Christmas Tree to remind us of northern forests.

My favorite Swede and my favorite Norwegian and my Whole Foods Christmas Tree to remind us of northern forests.

My obsession with Nordic Noir and present desire for semi-immersion in Norwegian literary fiction come together right here. It is indeed blissful to contemplate the past, present and future in this photo. My somber Scandinavian soul has had many chilly adventures with that dour Swede, Kurt Wallander, and Kurt’s entire life is always only an arm’s length away for me to revisit at will. Past and future bliss assured.

Present. This weekend. Late winter/early spring 2015. I am experiencing many hours of bliss with Karl Ove Knausgaard, Norwegian writer of recent fame. To admit that moments of annoyance interrupt this bliss is okay isn’t it? After all bliss would not be a special state if we weren’t constantly reminded that most of life is otherwise.

 Come to think of it. Knausgaard can account for the past present future components of bliss all by himself. The books are ever so appealing; it took a long time to read the first; now a long time to read the second; and there are three more to go. The pleasure of now coupled with eagerness to finish one day. Bliss and anticipation. All rolled into one. Wow.

Day Three/Photo101: Water Water Everywhere and … well, not really!

 

GOLDEN LIGHT FROM FLASH...OKAY!

GOLDEN LIGHT FROM FLASH…OKAY!

A water theme for today. Not easy in New Mexico. I thought about driving down to the Rio Grande before work for an early morning photo op but I probably have a thousand shots of my poky brown river already. Water? It would be a rare day to see any sign of water on my way to work so won’t rely on that approach…not this bright sunny morning. Each day must be a new photo; I think that’s a rule, or at least it’s my rule. Can’t go back in the files to the Mississippi or Niger or creek up home. That was all then, this is right NOW.

The morning’s weather email says ZERO chance of moisture for next seven days. No waiting until later in the week for this photo.

Here goes then—6AM to Noon for water—waiting for water. It’s 10:02am. No new ideas.

CONTINUING WITH THE ONLY WATER I HAVE SEEN TODAY…Except brushing my teeth and in the shower…and it is way way past a time in my life when a selfie in the shower would have been interesting.

COULD HAVE TAKEN A PICTURE OF MY COFFEE BUT THAT WASN'T PURE ENOUGH FOR THIS "WATER" POST.

COULD HAVE TAKEN A PICTURE OF MY COFFEE BUT THAT WASN’T PURE ENOUGH FOR THIS “WATER” POST.

LET A ROAST FINISH ITS BAKING ON THIS POOR DECREPIT PAN. NOW HAS TO SOAK FOR AWHILE. YES, THAT'S WATER.

LET A ROAST FINISH ITS BAKING ON THIS POOR DECREPIT PAN. NOW HAS TO SOAK FOR AWHILE. YES, THAT’S WATER.

Day Two/Photo101: Street Scene

I like the busy composition of street lights, utility poles, oval of birds...

I like the busy composition of street lights, utility poles, oval of birds…

No idea what I'm doing with editing but pretty no?

No idea what I’m doing with editing but pretty no?

Beauty is only Skin-Deep, Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder, Pretty is as Pretty Does…All quotes we need to remember when we talk about Albuquerque.

If you’ve been to Albuquerque, New Mexico you know it will never be on one of those HuffPost lists of the 10 Most… In this case… Beautiful Cities. Or. If you watch for Albuquerque, New Mexico in the news you also know it will never be on that list of the 10 Cities where you are Least Likely to Get Shot by the Cops. Finally…if you look on a last week’s New York Times map at Albuquerque, Mexico we still aren’t beautiful but at least it makes us feel international and exotic.

But Albuquerque is home. I have lived here a long time. I love it. Sort of.

Our assignment for Photo101 today is “Street.” So I paused this morning on my way to work for a shot here or there of the streets in front of my work and near my house. Mostly big picture…a few a little closer up.

Think I’ll try my Smartphone camera tomorrow.

Continuing to play with street scene, big picture.

Continuing to play with street scene, big picture.

And closer.

And closer.

And CLOSE.

And CLOSE.

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