Thursday, March 31, 2005
Macro Day: Soft
Moth Fur. Sweaters made of moth very VERY rare and expensive because of the high cost associated with keeping and feeding so many moths. They are fed only the finest wool sweaters.
Also, they wiggle around a lot when you try to shave them with the tiny moth shears.
I thought I had a once in a lifetime macro until I saw this at Deborah Lattimore's site.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Monday, March 28, 2005
Dan draws this cool little strip and posts it to his blog.
It speaks of truths as clear, timeless and universal as the rain.
His protagonists and antagonists are men and women represented with clear little shapes. The easier to put yourself in the strip, Gentle Viewer, because it is about you, and me, and all of us.
Go read it. Now. Go! Shoo!
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Friday, March 25, 2005
Please note that the driftwood, the focus of and reason for takng this photo, is properly set in the lower right quarter of the frame. This diftwood log is believed to be pine and has been soaked in fresh water from the brook and salt water from tide water which backs up into the stream. Driftwood exhibits many interesting curves and shapes over the years of exposure to the elements. I hope to complete more driftwood studies next summer.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Repost: I received a telephone call from the local police 9pm the evening after taking this shot. They wanted me to know that an employee of the tank farm had called in my license plate number and that I wasn't doing anything wrong, but that I should understand how things are now. I sort of chuckled about it and told friends until I saw a posting once about protecting Photography in the Public Space or something and I posted the link to this on it. This in turn was picked up by several blogs with LOTS of traffic and my once quiet little blog started to get hundreds of hits per day. I received a few emails asking about 'being hassled' and 'losing our freedoms' but I never really saw it that way. More like we've become a nation of Gladys Kravitzs but I'm not convinced that's horrible. I've gotten more grief taking photos of buildings downtown by self important advocates for the homeless who tell me I ''better not' be taking pics of the homeless teens. (Please note, no pics of homeless teens.)