Even though some of you didn’t think I needed any therapy, I went ahead and got some: retail therapy. What the heck, they were on sale. Both shirts together for under 10 bucks and at Kohl’s.
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Yes, this telephone pole…
.. does lean to the left? Who noticed it?
I was a visitor to this neighborhood when I saw this scene and the first thing I noticed was the lean of the pole. Heavy telephone lines pull on the pole unceasingly. However, I wonder, if you live near this telephone pole or drive by every day to work, would you notice it leans? All of us can admit we daily over look the common everyday scenes. Just a question.
This also reminds me of a tendency I have to tilt my horizons. Not sure why I do it but a fellow photographer picked up on that a few years back. I still struggle with it every once in a while. I have the grid patterns turned on in my view finder to help. Following the same question as in yesterdays post, do you think therapy would help?
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Dysfunctional Photographer
About two weeks ago I lost the lens hood for my 35mm f1.8 lens. The new hood arrived today so the lens now functions as it did before. 🙂
Actually, I want to share my reactions when I discovered it missing, it surprised me. I didn’t get too upset as I knew I could easily replace it. I did backtrack to see if I could find it. Nuttin! What surprised me was my attitude towards that lens: I acted like it was dysfunctional with the hood missing. My first response was to put it back in my bag and use another lens which had a hood. I may have but I was on the road and it was the only lens I brought. So, guess what’s really dysfunctional. For two weeks I’ve been using this lens without a hood and it’s taking pretty darn near perfect images, without a hood. Proving again, it’s the imperfect photographer that screws things up. Think therapy would help me?
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… gotta love that smile.
I met this rag doll along the river walk in Savannah. She was a little on the quiet side but ya gotta love that smile.
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What's you favorite flavor?
Ever notice when fall arrives, our woods take on a new palette of colors? On a walk in Blendon Woods I remembered a story about a young girl, who when asked what her favorite flavor was, answered, “red.” As a grade schooler I think blue would have been my answer.
The fall colors of the hardwood forests are still new to me. I’m accustomed to the golds and yellows of my native Colorado aspens. These fall colors of the Ohio Valley almost overwhelm me. I”m not sure I could select a favorite color. The reds pop out at me but only because of the green and yellow and brown and orange colors. So, I ask this simple question, “Do we even need to have a favorite color?” Can’t I just claim them all as my favorite flavor?
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… on the threshold."
“Never have I found the limits of the photographic potential. Every horizon, upon being reached, reveals another beckoning in the distance. Always, I am on the threshold.” W. Eugene Smith
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A good way to…
… start a cloudy rainy day can be with a latte and Chris Orwigs new book Visual Poetry. Life is good!