Third Thursday

Linking with Brenda at the Feathered Nest for Third Thursday.  

The third Thursday has come early this month, so the stretch between now and the third Thursday in June will feel a bit longer.  I'm posting this on Friday-if I can complete it, or Saturday or Sunday...you know how that goes.  (here's a 5/21 edit-um it's Tuesday) But my brain now does register when it is the 3rd Thursday and that's an improvement.

 

 

Brenda's question: "What did you say yes to this month".  I don't know.  I said no to some stuff, like candy and ice cream and staying out past midnight, but yes is something else altogether.
 

 

This month I focused on a couple things:

1.  Pushing sliders/filters/processing/etc further than I normally do.  Daring to screw up.  There is totally some time spent in this endeavor and sometimes that time ends up in "Ctl W....NO saving file changes".  (That's shortcut talk for you just wasted a butt load of time trying to make something happen and in the end you reverted the file back to the plain old SOOC photo you started with).

 

However, sometimes it lands a big fish.

 

 

Rainbow Trout 246/365

Or a littler fish.....



Burned

Or whatever kind of fish this might be.....

 

Watercolor 253/365

 

 

The other thing I worked on this month is:

 

2.   Shutting up.  By that I mean, letting photos just speak for themselves without me interpreting them or saying where I found them or what I thought or how the light was or what I was wearing or how I feel/felt or who was with me or how many times cars went by or if Tula was happy about it or not.  I am still working on the shutting up part.  I have enjoyed giving them simple titles either vague or overly obvious and letting a viewer give it personal meaning (or not).

 

Blue
 

Gilly 252/365

 

Reflection

 

 

Uncertain

 

Taking It BW 249/365



I read a quote in a book-a book of photographs from the 9/11 attack. It was a collection of photojournalist's work. Each one had a beginning statement-describing where they were, how they got to the scene and what their emotions were. All except for one photographer.


He said:
"I don't trust words, I trust pictures"  Gilles Peress.

This quote has stayed with me, and was the impetus for my decision. I think I might like to do more posts that just speak in images, with a nearly nondescript title given to the piece. Hmmm.


I'd like to be a photojournalist when I grow up.  Funny;  I hate the news.  But I do like the spontaneity...maybe the local soccer game isn't too spontaneous.  Hmmmm.
 

Talk to Me

 

 

Sunday Scavenger

Linking with Ashley this week for Scavenger Hunt Sunday.







Who the hell made up the topics for this week?  Whoops, it was me.  Hope they didn't make y'all too crazy.

Morning Garden

Three:  Three white ones.  Works for me.

The Hand

Hand(s):  I love street art.  This hand was a small part of a huge piece.  What makes me shoot these kind of photos?  No clue, but I like it anyway.

Near the Sea

Fence:  A chilly night, but people are still out admiring the views.

Bella

Cuddly:  I listed a house for sale this week.  Bella was the only one home when I went to take photos.  Here's all of her tiny 13 pounds sprawled out on the couch ready to model for me.  She's a sweetie-but it was a challenge keeping her out of the interior shots.

Farmer's Market

Sign:  Setting up at the farmer's market.  Looky there....appears that the heart, liver, and tongue is pretty well priced.  Sorry no can do-and I can't afford the Filet.  Guess it's going to be turkey burgers for me....again.



And that's it.  Another Sunday Scavenger.  I have no idea really why I like doing this so much, but I do.  Again, if you're sitting on the sidelines thinking it looks fun and you should.  Well, you should.


And here's a bonus sign shot......

Nap Time

 

Went to a party last night-for two dear friends turning 50.  There was dancing-and it turned out to be a late night.  Today has "nap" written all over it.

Scav de Scavenger

Linking with Ashley for this week's Scavenger Hunt Sunday.





Glory be, I finally am able to get Ashley's button to work.  Bless my heart.  It was a little blogger quirk thing I had to figure my way around.

Beach Walk 250/365

 

Perspective:  I love low POV.  A lot.  This is a selfie and it's a blessing there weren't people on the beach.  I was bent over all funny taking snaps of my sneaks...."alert the authorities"....

Into the Woods

 

Golden:  A nice path thru the woods and near tidal waters where Tula and I enjoy taking a walk.

Side Garden Tulips

 

Bloom:  Not my garden.  I enjoy stealing (photographic) flowers from OPG.  That's other people's gardens.  No weeding, cutting back, or dead heading involved.

Succumb BW 247/365

 

Dark:  My fave image this week.  Fog is magical for photographers.
Fog is pretty depressing otherwise.

 

Inside and Out 244/365

 

Local:  This cafe/restaurant is a local favorite.  Almost always busy. 



Happy Mother's Day to the moms in Bloggerland.  From here doesn't look like Tula and Princess P have planned anything special, but I guess their unconditional love is the best.

Speedy Scavenger

Linking with Ashley Sisk for this week's Scavenger Hunt Sunday.  Scavenge on.


Quick post.  Working today AGAIN!  Grrrrrrr.  Part way through a 19 day stretch with NO days off.  On day #20 there better be nobody that calls me last minute to see a house.  Nobody; well unless they're going to do a cash transaction with no inspections and a closing within two weeks.  That would be worth making it a 20 day stretch.

Low Tide BW

 

Background:  Little row boat way off in the background.  The tide was so low here, the left edge of the dock is on the flats.  You can see the high tide mark along the rocks-that's when that gangplank is much safer to walk down.

Universe 238/365

 

Spots or Dots:  Have to give a shout to Joe's Sistah for the texture that helped me put this one together.  This does not indicate that I am spacey....BTW.

Sweet Ride

 

Weather:  Sunny days=convertible weather for the hearty who can handle the cool air.

1960's Corvair in minty mint condition.  Nice.

Spring Commuter 242/365

 

Motion:  A bit too slow for really good motion shot, but both bicycle and car were in motion.

Violet 241/365

 

Sweet:  These flowers are a sweet sign in early spring.  That light in the background is pretty sweet too.  Just what I like.

 

 

Onward.  Have a wonderful day and thanks for stopping by.

Oh, and as a side note, I'm about 2/3 the way through my 365....didn't miss a day yet.  Yay me.

Magnolia Time

 

Barnside Blooms

Shaded

 

 

My friend Lisa....she loves magnolias.  I don't know why I remember that about her as she loves many types of flowers and does absolutely magical things with her processing of them.  But somewhere along the way, she mentioned magnolias as her most favorite, and that's stuck in my mind ever since.

 

Check out for yourself, you'll see immediately what I mean.  Magical.

 

 

                http://www.lisa-gordon.com/

 

 

 

Each time I see the magnolias arrive in the spring, I can't help but think of her.  I bet she doesn't know that, but it's true.

 

Back Door

Under the Magnolia Tree

 

Sunlight

Eye Surrender

 

 

 

Another thing about Lisa, she's not one dimensional.  I think many know her for her flowers, but I love her contrasty BW images, her landscapes, her docuementary styled photos, and her attention to detail in all.  Maybe even more than her flower shots, well...except for the magnolias.

 

 

Weekend Reflections

Linking with James for Weekend Reflections



Forever on the look out for those reflective images.  Now that we've had a stretch of sun, they're not as elusive.

Ripple

 

Red dinghy at the docks.

In the Window

 

The delight of magnolias.

Garden Gnomes

 

My friend and I could not resist the gazing ball.

 

 

Happy weekend to you. 

Photo Heart in Connection

 

Linking with Kat over at the Kat Eye Studio for the PHC for April.  April is over?  Really?  It seems it's just begun.

 

 

 

Lost 237/365

 

 

Branches are still bare, hat and gloves are still needed to take a morning walk, a foggy mist rises from the river saying the air and water temperature are still far apart, the sun is elusive; veiled.

 

This was April, a taunting mostly.  Teasing.  Teasing me until it's last week when it turned the corner.  The Lion and the Lamb came a month late this year; my spirit tied to them.

 

But here, this day, at the end of April, in early morning, the sun has risen and it is no more "dark o'clock" when I arrive at the gym so early.  I am not so much brave and steadfast in my trek.  Others, more than usual, have joined in the task and ritual of the early hour. It is because of the light they are now able.

 

My rhythms run strongly on light.  They answer to it.  They slave to it yet ache in the grey and darkness. I cannot help it.