Project 365 d-150

     Called by the water again today, only tonight I found a new place to fill my memory card. Many times I had seen the road that led to this area in the winter, but the road was always closed. Tonight I noticed it as I was out hunting for a photo. I turned and followed a long road that eventually emptied out into a huge campsite. This area was wonderful and just teeming with activity. After all, it was a holiday weekend and many campers were there settling in for a night of campfires, wild tales, and some good laughs. Seeing the water off to the left; I quickly turned and headed in that direction as my gills flapped wildly with excitement. Pieces, remember? Stopping in the parking lot; I hopped out of my vehicle, and fished out my gear. You're laughing don't deny it. At the waters edge I placed my tripod with my faithful camera on top and waited for some action on the water.

      In the distance I could hear the sounds of approaching boats, and a big smile stretched across my face in anticipation of what I would catch. Roaring up the river was a red boat pulling a tuber behind it. Just as I was about to strike, the tuber fell off and the boat had to circle around to reel him back in. Right behind them were a school of boats swiftly moving toward me. Last fish pun I promise. Each one trying to out do the other, and sending spray toward the sky. Swinging my long lens around; I fired off many frames like a door gunner on helicopter as my subjects raced by me. Soon there were more boats approaching, but as I prepared to photograph them; I noticed the way the sun was dancing across the wakes the boats had left behind. The action I had been seeking on the water was not what I thought it was.

     In that moment, I knew this was what I was hoping for even though I didn't seek it out. It just happened right before me, and I just photographed. The sun danced for me across the water in rolling copper, orange and gold color separated by deep blackness. The sound of the boats went unheard as I stood there and took frame after frame of this jittery light show stretching form shore to shore. The hair on the back of my neck was standing and I felt really alive. For I realized that amongst all of those people; I was perhaps the only one who truly appreciated what was happening. These moments to me are part of what stitched my world together. Knowing that God was up there being an artist in hopes that somebody would notice. I noticed. God you are the author of all things wonderful. You stretch out your finger and paint upon the water. Your goodness and mercy are reflected in the rippling brush strokes from your artistic hands. The waves, like paper obey your commands and tell the story of your love for us. I am alive God, and I thank you for drawing me to this spot. To this moment and to your art show. To this unexpected action on the water.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-149

     Wow. What else can I say? Once again a shortage of time left me scrambling to photograph today. Out of twenty photographs the last two were just unexpected. In fact, as I was taking them; I thought, "Why are you photographing this?" It just goes to show you that you never know what you will find when you photograph each day. As I travel deeper each day into this year long project; I still suffer from a lack of faith. Yet nearly everyday I find something that works. Not always jump off the page, but something to take the place for that moment and carry me on to the next day.

     It had only been five minutes since I veered into this recreation area in hopes of catching a water skier being pulled by a fast moving boat, or some other exciting thing. There were some boaters in the water, but nobody on skies. The sunset was well beyond the magic point, and I had nothing to show for my efforts thus far. The mosquitoes were hovering hungrily around me and swooping at me in waves. I have been doing this long enough to know when it's not happening and to just move on. As I approached my idling vehicle as I walked back from the a boat ram; I was just struck by my tail lights. Big deal right? That nagging inner voice told me to photograph, and I have learned to listen to it. So I did just that. Two frames and each with a little different angle.

     Does it look like a tail light? Does that really matter? It could be anything you want it to be. That is the great thing about photos like this. If you look long enough it could be the glaring, evil eyes of a robot. Maybe an illuminated number eight? To me it's all about the darkness trying to swallow up the glowing red. Seeing it come to life on my screen just renewed my faith in this project. Believing that tomorrow will produce another image, and I will make it till the end. That sounds good. God, thank you for my daily image, and may you grant me another image tomorrow, and everyday after till the end, Amen.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-148

     Tonight me and my family celebrated the birthday of my oldest daughter. She is growing up so fast that she seems to change right before my eyes. She is so much like me. So full of silliness, so full of mischief, and full of a desire to create beautiful things.  As another candle is placed upon her cake; I wonder if I truly appreciate her. Do I take full advantage of the opportunities to visit with her? To sit quietly in her presence and bathe in the multi-colored wonder that is uniquely her. The way one does with a sunset. I don't like what my heart is telling me.
    
     Tonight as I broke away from the party in search of a photo; I had no idea what I would find. As I rambled down a dusty and unfamiliar country road; I decided to try to catch the sunset. Those of you who have spent much time either viewing, or photographing sunsets know that the real magic happens once the sun is gone. In the distance I could see the sun threatening to disappear below the horizon. My foot pressed harder upon the gas. A good vantage point was what I needed to assure that my capture would be successful. This gravel road eventually emptied out onto a paved road. One that I had traveled down before. The river was just ahead, and in my mind I was trying to remember if there was a big enough clearing for me to photograph. The sun pulled had pulled up its pastel blanket and was gone just as the river came into view. Relief washed over me as I pulled over to setup. Although I knew I had time to get set; I fumbled with my gear like a Freshman clumsily gropes for his combination just before the bell. The sky was full of amazing light. It wrapped everything in its quiet embrace and looked down lovingly upon the now silhouetted trees.

     I stood in the fading light with my camera securely on my tripod. A solitary car came sailing by, and I wondered if they were aware of what was happening. It took little time to compose what I had hoping for. Standing there I whispered aloud to myself, "Why hasn't this been a part of your life?". No answers came. This happens everyday in some fashion, though not always this way. "Yet the potential is there and you have neglected taking your seat to witness the magic!", my conscience scolded me. It suddenly occurred to me that witnessing this sunset reminded me of the sunsets I was missing at home. The ones that happen everyday in and around my home. The ones that are uniquely my daughters. My eyes moistened at the corners as I put away my gear. Sadly, I wonder how many times I have just grunted, "Uh huh" when she excitedly tries to show me her latest this, that, or the other thing. Like sand pouring through my fingers these moments are numbered; and I dare not guess how many grains have already fallen un-cherished to the floor. When I grumble at her for not acting more grown up; the sand leaps out of my cupped hands. Calling out her name gruffly as I point to the clutter that is most assuredly hers; the sand drains between my fingers, spilling to the floor. For the times when no words leave my lips, yet daggers fly from a deadly, glaring tower; the sand bounces into a deserted corner never to be seen again.

     Soon all things were whizzing by me in a blur as I sped toward my eleven year old sunset. She was there shining and wrapped in all of her glowing colors waiting for the candles on her cake to be lit. As fire leapt from the match to each candle; we all broke into Happy Birthday. Only I sang a little louder and more off key in hopes that she would smile at me. In hopes that she would know that I was in awe of her. She made her wish and blew them all out. What she wished for I'll never know, but my wish I will share. I wish to remember that everyday there is a sunset in my home. To hold that gushing sand tightly in my hands in hopes to preserve precious moments that I have been blessed with. To give her a break and let some things stay hidden under the rug. To watch her show and not try to direct it. Most of all, to just let her shine like she was meant to and bask in her glow. Happy Birthday Sunshine. I love you.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-147

     I only had minutes to shoot before not only the light was gone, but an evening full of activities had to be attended to. After a very long and hectic day; I walked out on to my deck and let out a big sigh. My ears were filled with the melodic sounds of the winged, musical community belting out their bedtime tunes before night closed in. It is so peaceful behind my home as huge Oak, Hickory, and Maple trees lock in all the wonderful sounds of nature. My life has been blessed by having the opportunity to live here. Really it is like a mini national park, and I call it my own.

     Soon the bubbling song of William Wren broke above all of the other music and filled my ears with his magic voice. He had landed on his second favorite place to perch. An old curtain rod broke in half and stuck in the ground among the Black Eyes Susan. My camera and long lens was just inside the house, so I quickly retreated inside to get it. Knowing that the light was nearly gone; I decided to try and get a silhouette of him. This was the result and I slid the temperature down some for the blue look. Today is a day that I could have easily just walked away from this as I feel like I'm going to crack. Just trying to take a different approach to capturing this little bird.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-146

     Tonight's activities took me to a town that I had not been to in a long while. As I traveled down some dusty old, back country roads with my family to a softball game; I was reminded of times when I was younger traveling those roads to my cousins house. It was a nice feeling driving on this familiar, but forgotten stretch of winding road. It was even more surreal as we all pulled into this quiet little town and witnessed all that had changed over the years. My father, youngest daughter and wife all watched the game while enjoying some hot dogs and pop. Sadly, I didn't recognize anyone there and if anyone recognized me; I was unaware of it. The game ended with a loss to my daughter's team and we packed up and headed back out of town. As we drove back down those country roads the sky was on fire in a spectacular show of color. I pulled over to the side of the road and got out my gear to give a sunset a try. At that point, I was not really in the best place to photograph, but I was afraid to move as the light fades so quickly at that time of the day. It would just have to be good enough I thought, and continued to take frames of the settling sun. Soon heavy rain drops began to plop down on me, so I had to stop and pack up my gear to get out of the rain.

      For some reason, I kept my camera up front with me and as we drove I took peeks at the captured images. They looked ok, and I was hopeful that I had gotten a good daily image. Not far into the journey home; I noticed how the light was still working on the horizon and new colors had joined in the dance. With my father sitting next to me; I began to photograph the horizon as I drove. He just sat there without saying one word, but I could imagine what he was thinking. "That's a good way to get into an accident!", I could hear him muttering inside his mind. Eventually, we had to turn another direction putting the colors on my left, and it was not easy to photograph. Convinced I had enough; I put on the lens cap and called it a day. Back in my Super Secret Basement Photo Lab I began scanning through the images and came upon this one. I loved it immediately, and after a little bit of this and that magic, it became today's image. Maybe it has a slight water color feel to it. Never the less; I love the way it makes me felt to be driving on those roads again.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-145

     The morning was full of sunshine with not even a hint of foul weather. There were clouds in the sky, but they were kindly and not full of mischief. It is my day off, and I have big plans today to really sink my teeth into this project. In my mind; I imagined myself hunting and finding the perfect image all with the reassuring sun at my back. What a relief it would be to have today's image out of the way, so I could have my whole evening to relax and catch up on some writing. With my plan planted firmly in mind and my kids out the door on their way to school; I decided a couple hours of extra sleep were in order. Crawling into my comfortable bed; I was asleep at once.

     Suddenly, I woke with a start as the sound of furniture being moved across an angry sky filled my ears. Lighting flashed like strobes followed by more furniture being pushed roughly around. So much for my plans that earlier seemed to hold such promise. Well it looks like I won't be having that date with my easy chair and holding hands with my black remote tonight. From the sound of things, it seemed that I would either be photographing inside, or I would be photographing inside. "Not to worry." I reassured myself. What do you do when life hands you lemons? I don't like lemons, so maybe I would just throw them back at life. Really, I knew that just like all the other difficult days of this project an image would present itself before the day was done.

     Soon there came something that sounded like a gigantic bag of  hard candy was being poured out onto the ground. Rising to my feet and pulling back the blinds I beheld the source of this sound. Life was definitely throwing me something and it wasn't lemons. Out of my bedroom I hurried to the front door and quickly opened it. The noise was deafening as thousands of balls of hail fell from the sky and bounced all around me. They were not huge mind you, but I wasn't about to try and catch any on my tongue either. At that point my photographic instincts kicked in. I rushed to get my camera in anticipation of the lemonade I was soon to be enjoying. Walking bravely under the security of my covered porch; I began photographing the chaos the storm was delivering. In my mind I imagined an abstract image of rain and hail falling violently on the pavement. It was not to be as it all abruptly the hail stopped and the rain turned to a drizzle.


     A little disappointed, I headed back inside to grab my umbrella to shield my camera from any rouge rain drops seeking to damage my camera. Half moping, half pouting; I wandered around my driveway hoping to find something to photograph. Soon even the tap dance of the drizzle on my umbrella stopped and I lay it down and gave it a spin in disgust. My eyes opened wide as it spun before me like a monochromatic top and came to a rest leaning to one side. Voila! My lemonade was now right before me and I began to take long slow drinks through my viewfinder as I spun around my rain shield. Being sure to hold the handle up to the left hand corner; I dragged the shutter to blur the action and drank glass after glass until I was satisfied. Heading back inside, my faith was once again refreshed. Thank you God for the storm. Thank you God for the lemons. What are you doing with your lemons?

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-144

     Sometimes in life things are not what they seem to be. This image is a good example of that. One might imagine that any minute hands are going to began breaking through the Earth hoping to pull hungry monsters from their graves. It's a good thing since there was a softball game going on just down the hill and my youngest would never let me hear the end of it if starving monsters chased her away from her turn at bat.

     Seriously, I am hyper sensitive to the mood of my photographs either because I see that a certain feel is there, or can be created with some work. When I wandered away from my daughter's game in search of a daily image; I saw the moon hanging just above the horizon and looking down upon this cemetery. Right away I knew I wanted a silhouette which would create a somber mood. As usual, I tried many different exposures to be sure that I would find something to my liking once the selection process started. Like many other days; I'm never quite sure what I will get until I get to my lab.

     Back at my super secret basement photo lab; I turned off the lights and began to look for a winner. This image just worked for me. It was already underexposed and was full of lovely, dark shadows that just helped tell the story. Of course I juiced it up a little with my super secret processing to make it complete. Now that I think about it, how would this image look if I had asked somebody to stand up there in a distorted stance between those headstones with an outstretched hand? I cannot see myself asking a stranger to do it, so maybe my wife will volunteer the next time the moon comes around. Wait, maybe I should go up there and have her photograph? Sounds like it could be made to look really scary. Good idea for another day when I'm no longer photographing for this project. I'm only on day 144 out of 365 and that's what's really scary.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-143

     Who hasn't seen colorful Hummingbirds before? Completely frozen in mid-flight right as they are about to flick out that nectar seeker and fill up. Whether they are hovering just beside a beautiful, and sweet flower, or working over a feeder; they are spectacular to behold. I would be remiss if I did not admit to thus far failing to capture any of these little buzzers in the aforementioned way. Still, they are plentiful near my home, and I can imagine eventually to have a keeper of one or many of them.

     Today the light was nearly gone by the time I donned my photo hat and went hunting for my daily image. While snooping around in one of my many flower beds; I kept hearing the rapid beatings of their wings as they went to and fro. This was nothing new for me to hear this, but today was unique in that instead of looking at them from the height of my deck; I was now able to look up at them instead. Immediately I laid down in the soft green grass and at first just watched the little air show. In and out the swooped from the feeder only to return time and time again for another drink. I didn't really care for the way the feeder looked, but I just loved the silhouette of these little fliers against an ever darkening sky.

     After a short while of viewing their hyper active feeding; I raised my camera and began to photograph. Try as I may, I could never photograph one up and above the feeder. My goal at that point was just to capture a dark silhouette of one zooming in to the feeder. Finally, I was able to freeze one just before he/she got too close to the feeder. Overall, I am satisfied with the way this looks as it provides an uncommon view of these little wonders buzzing around. Plus, now I am more determined than ever to capture one in full and splendid color to add to my photo collection. Hoping that will created a buzz for my portfolio.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-142

     Just a little bit of the magic that can be captured walking around the fair. At first, I was concentrating on all of the big, easy to see things. The Ferris wheel, the spinning rides, and anything else that stood high above the crowd. This is all fine, but I wondered if there wasn't a better way to capture some of the minutia going on. The bright and exciting colors dancing before our eyes, or the anticipation of what bounty could  be harvested from a perfect throw at the ring toss. So I began to hold my camera at chest level, zoomed all the way out, and set my shutter for a longer exposure. Quite simply; I began to walk around and just click the shutter making sure that I kept moving, or my subject was moving. While I don't remember taking this shot, it jumped off the screen at me when I began to search for today's image. This was exactly the felling  I was looking to capture at the Fair.

     Isn't this much of what a fair is all about? The chance to be a kid again and lay down a few bucks and bring home a prize. It's about being one of the special ones who walk around toting their loot while others look on wishing they had the aim, or skill to do the same. This young man was standing there looking up at all the wonderful things that could be his. Was he in the process of picking something out because he had won? I'm not sure, but either way he understands what it means to possess such wealth at the fair. I'll venture a guess that he was a winner and was going around to the big stuff just like we would do it it were us. To the things that he may have trouble carrying, but make all the others gawk enviously as they walk by.

     Maybe we all could drop some of the big things we carry around that have nothing to do with being a winner at all. The endless cycles of worry, and strain from the baggage we all lug around each day that is usually of our own making. Just let it drop. Don't worry nobody will steal it, for they have baggage of their own to haul around. In fact, don't just drop it, kick it to the side and go to the fair. Whatever that may be for you. Go fishing, ride your bike, go to a movie, call an old friend, or even just say hello to the one who designed the greatest fair of all. Go do it and live for a while. For when you return, the loot that you carry will not be tucked under your arm, but stretched comfortably across your face:)

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-141

     Look closely at the lines and you will find all is not what it appears to be. Ok, ok I admit it! I simply love water and the reflections that they bestow upon the viewer. A rainy day does more that water the thirsty landscape, it provides portals all over for those willing to peer into them. When I see things like this, it makes me appreciate what is real even more. It helps me imagine seeing things from a different perspective. Seeing things from somebody else's perspective can often lead to a better understanding of how others see the world. I realize it's just the reflection of a power line in a puddle of water in a long ditch, but it does not exist except for the rain. Don't just drive or walk by things like this, but stop if only for a moment and look. Better yet, stop and see what is there. Maybe it will just look upside down to you, but perhaps you will see that you are the one that is upside down.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-140

     This is my little House Wren who loves to perch on my Hummingbird feeder post. I will call him William Wren as this seems like a proper name for such a fellow. William sits upon this perch every chance he gets to belt out his song again and again. His song is beautiful and fills the air nearly everyday with a love for life. In the distance you can hear his kind returning his song with one of their own. The area surrounding my home is like a concert hall filled with musicians only a loving Creator could design. All these winged music makers fill my soul to over flowing, and my only gift in return is to feed them and attend their concerts.

     It's strange what life in the city does to you with all of the harsh, and hurried noises infecting your ears. Clanging, banging, scraping, shaking ugly sounds that rattle your bones and make you retreat inside your home. In the country, there is a sweet symphony that devours those ugly sounds if they dare come near. Chirping, whistling, satisfying, wonderful melodic sounds that nourish you mind, as you breath deeply leaving your worries behind. Each note part of His Opus created for our ears and serves as a reminder that just as he cares for these downy feathered creations; He will care for us as well. Tweet, tweet.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-139

     Tonight was good example of things not going as planned. After an exhausting day and all daylight gone; I decided to head back into the city for an image. Simply, I just wanted to go to sleep and not take another photograph for this project much less anything else. Still, that nagging little voice inside said, "Get up and go and do it now!" Up and out the door with my gear I went looking from side to side as I went hoping that a subject would quickly present itself. Much to my dismay, nothing was coming easily, and as I drove I began to mutter. I was feeling angry that this was taking me from my comfortable home. Taking me from my wife and my children. All for who knows what. The darkness of night was not just outside, but it was inside the car too. Not evil, but just a tired and hopeless feeling that would not go away. Even rolling down the windows would not chase it away. I turned up the radio and resolved to bring another image into the world before midnight.

     Soon I was in the city limits, and searching for a place to photograph. Downtown there is a high parking garage with decent views of parts of the city. Up the many flights of stairs I went quite sure that the woman in the parking garage who saw me thought I was a terrorist. Still, on I went to the top to set up my tripod and stare once again through the viewfinder at the world. Today's subject is the first thing that I photographed, but I didn't think it was anything special upon first viewing it. Setting my tripod as close to the edge as possible; I began taking long exposures of an old library under a street light while cars passed by. Traffic was sparse so I moved to the other side of the building where traffic seemed heavier. Indeed, there were many vehicles of all types cruising by that created good material for dragging the shutter. Most of my frames from tonight were of this, and I fully expected to produce today's image from that sequence.

     Upon entering my super secret basement photo lab; I was not satisfied with them. So, I turned back to where I started and was surprised at what I found. This was the first thing that grabbed my attention, and I didn't take it seriously. One might wonder how many times that happens in life when we look for something better. Often we end up right back at the start and wonder why we ever looked elsewhere. Tonight reminded me that I need to be more aware of my instincts as they are often right on the money.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-138

      About an hour was all I had today to go wander off in search of my photographic prey. I cannot deny that I'm drawn to water and bridges, and I don't apologize for it. I just feel pulled there. Today I revisited a favorite bridge of mine, but went searching beneath it for any secrets it would reveal. Right away I looked up and noticed these Pigeons that kept flying around near the top of the bridge. Plus, the Sun was desperately trying to burn its way through the cloud cover, and seemed to be interested in what I was doing.

     As I set up my tripod there was a single bird resting on a ledge above. I wanted to capture it in flight with the late day sky and Sun looking on. No sooner had I thought that, then the Pigeon took flight. I snapped two frames of it and this one was today's pick. It looks surreal to me, and I like the way it makes me feel. One could imagine what it must feel like to observe from so far up and in a moments notice to open your wings to the summoning of the wind. To float effortlessly above the chaos and glide to where your soul takes you.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-137

     I found myself with only twenty minutes of time to photograph on my break from work today. I headed behind the store to a wetlands area in hopes of finding something before the light was all gone. I hate being rushed, but at times in this project it has been unavoidable. Walking down a small slope to the water; I noticed these amazing big green weeds. They were still lit nicely from the front as the sun threatened to drop behind a building surrendering it's post to the stars. Quickly, I stood behind them and started to photograph. The weed/plant was illuminated very well, but I was having a hard time getting a good composition due to things crowding into my scene. I shot as long as I could and just hoped for the best.

     Upon entering my super secret basement photo lab after work; I was disappointed at how the color version looked. It just didn't look like what I saw earlier that evening. I hate this type of feeling as I aim to hit home runs every time I take a photo. Still, the show must go on, so I began some work with filters and a black and white conversion. Mostly I am pleased with the way it turned out. Much had to be cropped to get a full frame, but it seems to be a good addition to project. Might be worthy of being framed and hanging on somebody's wall. Let's start the bidding at one million dollars eh?

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-136

     Have you ever seen something that was just amazing, but your couldn't figure out how to get your mind around it properly? Well if you have, then you can appreciate the dilemma I faced in viewing today's image. It was at first glance that I recognized an abstract quality to this piece of plywood. It was from an old work bench in the garage of our new home. Though it seemed ready to be torn down; I couldn't bring myself to do it. I kept thinking that I wanted to photograph it in a studio under lights one day. Standing on a ladder and leaning over it I had even tried to capture what I was seeing last summer, but to no avail. There were so many little unique mysteries locked into the surface. Colors and shapes of many different projects over the years were etched upon its surface. Each section with a story that I will never know and can only guess as to how it came to be.

     So today I began to tear down the bench thinking I was content to let it go and just remember what I saw. As I took this big piece off; I found myself setting it off the side separate from the other bits and pieces. There was a roaring fire outside that I had started in anticipation of this event. It had already hungrily devoured the fallen tree branches that I had started it with and needed to be fed again. After all the bench was torn down, there were two piles. One for the burn pile and my lovely abstract plywood. Out the door with the scraps to the fire I went. The flames leaped at the offering of fresh food and hissed and snapped in excitement. What to do with the plywood. "Should I save it, or just let it go?” I asked myself. "Well, it could be months before you have time to mess with it!” I thought. "Just one more try and then I will let it go.” I declared. Retrieving my camera; I propped it up outside for another try and began to photograph. Many exposures later; I realized that I still could not grasp all of the happenings that were on the surface. "Into the fire it goes!” I decided. It had to be this way. Simply, I didn't have the room to store it, or the time to worry about how I failed to capture its essence.

     As I laid it on the glowing fire; I felt a bit sad to see it consumed by smoke and flame. Just before the flames swallowed it completely; I took one final look and tucked the memory away. Except for this photo, ashes all that remain now of this abstract plywood. Maybe there is a lesson here and maybe not; I'm just glad that I saw what I did and took a chance on making art out of it. Day's like this help keep me in the process, and on the journey to the next Oasis to drink my fill. Thanks Mr. Murray for your wise counsel.



Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-135

     What is it about tires that makes them such a common thing to find scattered throughout the landscape? Is it really expensive to have them recycled? Are there a lack of places to take them? Whatever the reason, it just seems so sad to find them randomly piled all over the sides of roads, in the waterways, and where ever else they roll too. It seems as if there should be a special fine beyond littering for whoever it caught doing this. Here's an idea. If you are caught dumping tires then I propose you should be strapped into a farm tractor tire and rolled down a big hill and into a snake infested bog. You would get to have a life vest of course. If you survive the roll, and the snakes, then we should paint the tires on your vehicle bright green at your expense. You know, green like the way the environment should be. I know it's really clever. Why stop there? You should be made to retrieve two tires for everyone you were caught disposing of and then made to dispose of them at your expense. An automatic fine of one thousand dollars and green tires on your vehicle for a year. Oh and one last thing; I strongly suggest a big bumper sticker that says, "Don't be a Jack-Ass, recycle your tires!" Let that roll around in your mind for a while.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-134

     For a while today it felt as though I was in a jungle. Upon traversing down a steep bank toward the back water of the river ( I'm a Pieces by the way); I encountered two huge snakes. Now I have seen big snakes before, but viewing them over a buttery bowl of popcorn as they sliver on the screen if much different than seeing them swim twenty five feet from me. As I stood precariously on that hillside, a yellow and black spotted viper cruised away form the shoreline in toward the open water. Relieved that it was moving away, it suddenly turned back toward the shore a little farther down. My camera was on auto and I was firing away at this half slithering, half swimming creature in amazement. Finally it came back ashore too close for my comfort and slowly wiggled its way into the thick green grass.

     Thinking rationally, I decided that it was most likely not going to bother me and was more afraid of me. So, on I went a little closer to the water trying to photograph a submerged barrel for another super secret photo project. Something moved among the bright green moss just on the shoreline to my left. In slithered another BIG Snake! This one was brown with black spots and it just floated there on top of the moss as if studying me. I could feel my heart beat in my throat as I watched this viper watch me. Of course I was again taking photos and looked down momentarily to gauge my footing and upon looking back up, it was gone. All I saw was the parted green moss that has suddenly moved back together. That was enough of that, and I moved back up the hill toward safety.

     On higher and safe ground, I noticed a butterfly fluttering in an out of the tall grass. With a quick change back to manual; I started to photograph this more pleasant subject and it became today's image. Funny thing is, I had just been thinking to myself that I would like to secure a grant to clean the rubbish out of this back water area. After seeing those two big snakes; I'm not sure that I am the right person for that job. 

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-133

     All these little parts were important in their coming together to make something work. In this case, it was a computer hard-disc drive. At my request, my Father kindly tore it apart into little pieces so that I could dispose of it a little bit at a time. He brought the disassembled drive to me in a brown paper bag. Thinking that there may be a photography some where in there; I took the pieces outside where the light was good. Upon laying them out on the cement it was apparent to me that each piece was beautiful each in its on way. Still, I was unable to den, as I spied the the separate parts through my viewfinder, that they may well look better closer together. With a few quick maneuvers; I arranged them together in a way that seemed flattering. As I studied the arrangements, it became clear that indeed they were all better together. Not to take anything away from the the visual quality of the individual pieces, but they just worked better together like the way their designer intended.

     It is not unlike this with people too. We were never designed to be alone, but to gather together in fellowship in our lives. Some people do better than others at being along. At denying their natural desire to be near someone and share their hurts, or successes with them. I should know because I have craved solitude since I can remember. Looking down at my photographic experiment reminded me that this was not a blessing and that my attitude toward being on my own little island has cost me. Precious moments with my children were lost. Quiet conversations left unspoken with my wife. Seldom feeling the ache of sore knees after rising from prayer with God. God meant us to be together. To share and love each other, to hold each others tears in our hands, and listen to the stories that make us who we are. I am on an island of my own making, but I am making plans to leave that island soon to come home. To scoop up my little ones, to take my wife's hand and reconnect our souls. Most of all, to worship God like he deserves to be worshiped. Yes, God made all good things and each individual work is beautiful. However, when we gather together there is a power that the gates of hell cannot prevail against. Are you on an island? 

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-132

     Sometimes you just have to break the rules in order to make art. This proud little daisy was wonderful enough just the way God planted in the fertile soil. Upon viewing my images from today; I knew almost instantly that it stood out from the rest, and I was excited to get this image to its final stages. It is usually very satisfying to put my little white simulated matted around my daily photo and stamp a title and signature on it as my personal approval. Well during my editing time with today's image, an accidental move of a editing slider made my eyes open wide as the words "That's cool!" escaped form my lips.

     As I continued to move sliders to push it even farther; I continued to see this little daisy evolve into a psychedelic vision of sorts. There was a nagging voice in the back of mind telling me that this should not be happening. I was breaking the rules and this image now was beyond the bounds of true photography. "What a bunch of nonsense," I thought back against these negative thoughts. A painter paints what a painter wants and who is say that is out of bounds? Why should photography be any different. After all, the first audience I need to satisfy is myself. If any others decide to fill the stands out of a love for my vision that is fine too. I love the way it looks, and decided to put my signature on it and call it today's image.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-131

     Spring is a wonderful time for reflection. A time to evaluate your life, look deep inside and ponder your next move. Today was just one of those days. Not a sunny day with happy sky's, but a bit overcast and a little gloomy. Still, looking around there is much in the landscape that makes up for the lack of a glowing orb hovering in the sky. One of the greatest blessings about being away from the city is seeing the green, and beautiful growing things all around you. Plus, it can all be done without the hectic noise that accompanies life among many people all stacked together like boxes.

     After living in my new location for nearly a year; I am still amazed that I discover something new almost daily. Upon rounding my up and coming photo studio; I stumbled upon these little Bleeding hearts. They were sort of hidden toward the back of a flowerbed that it not as easily seen from the rest of the house. It is times like these that I often find the best subjects. I had to smile as I felt another lesson brewing in my mind. So maybe it is the same with life too? Sometimes you have to travel down the road farther than you had planned, or turn down a road you never wanted to be on. In doing so, who knows what, or who you will find. Perhaps in the finding you will be the one who is being refreshed  by the surprise of your discovery. Still, maybe the discovery will actually be the rescue of some unwanted, or forgotten thing. Some unloved person who needs to be admired with your eye, and told that they are beautiful. Quite possibly there is room to be both a  rescuer and be rescued at the same time. I have room for both on my resume. Where haven't you looked lately?

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-130

     Tonight found me sneaking around the city after a night shift at work. It had been raining most of the night and all throughout the parking lots were quiet pools of water. As I drove around; I could see these small bodies of water hungrily gobbling up any light that shone its way. Not wanting to get into an accident; I parked along side the road and stalked out after a daily image. Some of the puddles were quite deep, and I had to stand right in them to get the right angles. As soon as I saw this image; I knew it was the one. It seemed to be glowing all around the surface and it looked magical. I wonder how many of you will recognize the company? If you need a hint just let me know.

Project 365 d-129

     What a day to find myself sitting peacefully in the outfield of a Semi Pro baseball game. The outfield here consists of grass that is very comfortable to sit on. My daughters had earned free tickets from a reading project at school to today's game. It just so happened to be Mother's day and it was a beautiful day to watch baseball while celebrating Mom (it was her idea). Although I had been to this stadium many times; I had never been in the outfield. I was able to photograph freely all the close up action that was going on, including a dramatic home run. If only I could share one of those shots for my project, but I fear without the players permission it might not be wise. My wife noticed this man standing alone on the bride watching the game. So I began to watch him through my lens. Soon this woman started walking toward him, and I watched to see if the two would interact. Not a word or look was exchanged between them. I clicked the shutter just as she past and a car was going by. I was sure they would at least acknowledge one another, but they were oblivious.

Project 365 d-128

     Today found me exploring a country road in search of subjects to put my lens on. Not far from my home were these nice big hills that were barren expect for this one. There was this little weed growing up all alone and I knew it would make a good image. This was actually a decent color image, but most of the blue sky was tucked below the top of hill. One of these days I will revisit this area to see if I can pull a better color image out of it. I underexposed some, but could have gone a little more as some of the whites are hot. I love the way this image makes me fell. Actually, I just love black and white photography, and I'm always trying to find an excuse to create images that way.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-127

     I found myself dodging rain drops again under a moody sky. Another project day that I find myself at the end of the day with little time to shoot too. After the rain slowed and nearly stopped; I headed out to try and find an interesting subject. I spied this arrangement of leaves that had blown down from all the stormy weather we have been having. Without the water drops it would not be much to me, but I love the way the little beads of moisture just sit on top of the leaf. It is soft in some areas, and I think that was partly due to the leaf not being completely flat. I wanted the main interest to be in the upper part of the leaf where most of the water is. As these last couple of weeks have gone by; I am not that satisfied with my efforts. Time nearly always in short supply, but still I try to photograph something worthwhile. It is important to remember that this is a process and to just keep shooting. Even when I feel like I am not producing the kind of work I should.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-126

     Today was hectic and I was pressed for time. It seems that I always in full supply of things to accomplish, but always short of minutes on the clock. Perhaps that is a sign of a life fully invested, or maybe it's a sign of somebody who doesn't have sense enough to slow down. For me it's probably a bit of both. Never the less, upon leaving an event at my daughters school; I looked up and saw this dramatic sky. These kind of images always tug at my emotions as it seems to tell a story of light overcoming darkness. The way the rays of light slice through the chaos of darkness promise that God is near, and one day his Son will come riding through on a white victory horse to claim his bride. I am tired and running on fumes again. God help me to complete this task and bring a little glory to you by my photos and my words.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-125

     I stood there admiring these chives growing in my garden as the brisk spring breeze whistled in my ears. Although I didn't plant them, they are a wonderful choice to include in any garden. They are so hardy and require little work. Plus, they taste great on baked potato's, and they flower beautifully too. Being quite windy today; I had to wait for them to be still. The problem with this was that the sun was going down and my light was going away. It was challenging to find a suitable arrangement as they are growing so random. This is the best composition, and  I was able to isolate the three flowers together. The green blade on the left bothers be a little, but I can live with it. Sharpness suffered some as well due the wind. This shot is all about the mood it evokes in those who love growing things. Sort of a duality that they serve two purposes, to provide food and to lighten your soul with their simple beauty. Chives are good. God is good.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-124

     While walking down a biking/walking trail today; I decided to venture off the path toward this little stream that feeds into the river. Even though I had been by it before; I had never been at this exact location. The first thing I saw were all these little helicopter seeds spinning and twirling down from the tree canopies. The were landing everywhere, and I tried to catch them in flight. They were just too random and hard to track. So I turned my attention to the still water and the green grass growing in it. I wasn't happy with the way the sun was hitting it and was about to leave when I finally noticed the reflection of the big tree. It seemed other-worldly to me, like staring through a portal to another place. The water was very muddy, so this accounts for the tone on its surface. Allowing all the branches near the bottom into the frame would allow unwanted things to creep in. It felt as though the tree was watching me. Maybe it was watching over her little seedlings hoping that would land on fertile soil and grow.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-123

     Pulled over along side of the road on my way home to photograph today. The clouds were just amazing in the blue sky and everything so green and lush. It is just a simple capture of three photos and stitched together for a landscape. Not terribly exciting, but it gets me through another day, and this place is one of my favorite on my daily commute. Plus, my wonderful children kept hollering at me to hurry up, so I had to move quickly.

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Project 365 d-122

     The rain and cloudy weather came back again today to visit me. Once again I found myself sitting outside enjoying what it had to offer. My Mother had given us this bench and I reluctantly accepted it. It was in need of some paint, and new wooden slats. Basically, it was well worn; however it still seemed to gratefully accept those who needed to rest. Funny how things that are not outwardly beautiful are often the most beautiful things in our lives.

     I sat there and watched the rain slow to a drizzle and the chirping birds were no longer drown out by the roar of the showers. Big raindrops were still falling and they appeared to be springing off the green leaves of the growing things in my flower bed. My wife had just had a birthday and she received this lovely hanging plant as one of her gifts. Since it hadn't been hung yet, it sat in the open and was baptized with soaking Spring rain. As you can guess, I had my camera right by my side and began to photograph. Big drops of water stubbornly clung to its petals and glistened like tiny jewels adorned on a Queen. The pink and green contrasted nicely and I went for a shallow DOF to accentuate the wonderful flowers. The sun is great, and I am nearly always happy when it is shining down upon me; however, there is something to be said about melancholy days like this and the life giving rain. God is good, for he brings the two together in equal measure to make these little gems grow and brighten our lives.

Happy Shooting. 

Project 365 d-121

     The sky was gentle today and full of downy white clouds. They floated aimlessly, set against a powder blue sky on a mission to go where God directed them. With nobody home; I set out with my camera late in the evening to try and make some magic with light and my camera. It seems that I never have time to go far and at times I worry that it limits what I am trying to accomplish here. Still, my faith grows as each day passes and my memory card is filled back up with new life and another successful capture. Will I be able to keep going? What if tomorrow you cannot find anything? Shouldn't you just stop now and be glad that you have captured some amazing images? These are the things that go through my mind daily, and it chokes out the momentum and positive aspects of what's been achieved thus far. Perhaps, my worrying and wondering will always be a part of who I am as a photographer. Maybe this helps me stay in the journey, and tethers my feet from splashing ashore to an imagined destination that looks like an achieved goal. I suspect I need this nagging voice to keep me going, so that I stay in the process of learning, searching, and growing as an artist. As a man too.

     My usual music was playing, but it was nothing more than white-noise today as I wondered where I should go. It would not be a stretch to say that I am drawn to water, and I think many of my captures show this. It was with this in mind that I headed toward the water. Toward this liquid mirror that abstracts, and serves as a blessed portal into other worlds. Each time I see it, whether it be a puddle, or a large body; I am looking for messages. Looking for glimpses of a different reality that I'm sure will benefit all those who see it. Driving down a long steep road toward the lake in a State park; I could feel it waiting for me there. Waiting to show me something special, a gentle story spread graciously across its body like pages from a faithful book. Gathering my camera, I walked slowly down to the waters edge and made eye contact with my friend. It rolled and unfurled its magical limbs across my field of view as if trying to embrace me. A million different explosions of light and dancing shadows worked their way across its fluid surface. The fading crystal blue sky sprinkled itself randomly amongst the actors on the page and danced where it found room. Walking out on a long dock; I just watched it as the gnats buzzed anxiously around my face. Raising my camera to my eye and scanning back and fourth while repeatedly firing the shutter. It is at times like these that those doubting,  clanging voices get locked away behind a door of confidence, and today's photo is all that matters.

     Walking back off the dock, it felt as I had just seen an old friend and my heart was full. It's only water, but it seems to have a life of it's own. It is safe to say that as the day's of this project roll on; I will keep coming back to this subject for many reunions. It has my respect, and I am glad for the things it has shown me. For the things it has trusted me with. Driving home I no longer heard the white-noise, but heard the music. The music coming from my speakers and the music coming from a full soul.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365-120

      Thick gray, and angry clouds moved slowly over the landscape today stealing the light from the Spring Sun. Lightning flashed sporadically across a somber canvas, and the rumbling thunder followed in it's footsteps determined to be part of the show. For some reason, my daughters has just been trying on new bathing suits when the sky opened up. My wife, my Father, and me sat down upon a bench beneath the the protective overhang of our roof and watched the drama unfold. Before we could disapprove, both girls darted out into the midst of the falling rain and danced wildly in twirls, hops and jumps. My camera was at my side as usual, so I zoomed out to frame in the magic I was witnessing. It filled my heart to overflowing to see them so uninhibited in their joy at the water falling down upon them. In their minds it would be easy to imagine that they thought it was falling because of them. When the first little white ball of ice bounced like a ping-pong ball on the driveway we quickly directed them back inside. The temperature dropped slightly and then came the rest of the ice falling like anvils from the heavens. They bounced and rolled in all directions covering the black asphalt in white specks. Steam rose up in a few places as the temperatures collided and provided special effects to the event. We just sat there and took it all in saying little, but my soul was feasting on this visual meal.

     With girls melted into warm bath towels we sat and watched the weather system move through as quickly as it had arrived. It was quiet and peaceful to be a witness to this spectacle and my only regret it that it takes something like this to pull us all together even for a brief time. Soon the soaked towels were unable to comfort them, and the morse code of chattering teeth sent the little ones inside with my everyone but me in tow. There was only a light sprinkle now, so I set out to see what I could harvest for today. Not having to go far; I spied this simple purple flower resting confidently among the green ground cover. The light was just faint enough that I needed my tripod to steady my composition. There was just a nice feel to this scene. The harmony between this purple flower and the role playing ground cover was beautiful. Neither one was more important than the other. They just needed each other to be complete. Each content to play its role in the hopes of being better together. "What's my role?",  I suddenly wondered. "Am I the flower or the ground cover?", I thought. A smile slowly spread over my face as my mind spoke words to my heart. "The flower is my wife and children, and I am the faithful ground cover!", I repeated to myself. Of course I am! Let them bloom, and grow, and even lose a petal without a sermon on why I told them so. A man can learn much from the things that grow around his home, and anymore I am not surprised at the way they are weaved into the landscape. They way they are weaving themselves into me. I am the ground cover, and I will let the flowers bloom.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365-119

     Suddenly I found myself realizing that I hadn't shot any photos for today. After my hectic day; I was a bit anxious as I noticed the Sunlight slipping away. The  position of the Sun told me to get busy. Having the luxury of a big yard makes moments like this somewhat easier. I went straight out through my sliding doors and into the back yard. The fading light was bathing the plants around my deck wonderfully. It was quite windy again, so I had to deal with swaying and bobbing plants again. Laying down about a foot away from these tall green blades; I tried many different speeds and focal lengths till the light just drained away. This was the one that jumped off the screen at me. Really, it said Boo and leaped off my screen, ran up the stairs from my Super Secret Basement Lab and into the ravine behind my house. Ok really, it just made my eyes open wide and seemed to be the most expressive of the bunch. As it turns out; I rather like this long exposure even though I had to rely on one the day before. It looks like grass on fire to me.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-118

     After dropping off my youngest daughter at softball practice near her school today; I decided to do some hill climbing. There is a very steep hill that is on the south side of her school with a cemetery at the top. It has always looked interesting to me, but I had never gone up there. Today I had time to kill and my camera slung around my neck. So up, up and up I climbed to the top. Not with out a little huffing and puffing I must admit. Never the less, it was a rewarding climb as it gave me an Eagle eye view of the city. While snooping around on top; I discovered some fantastic red Tulips waving silently in the breeze. "What a perfect time for a long exposure", I thought to myself as those gentle red flowers swayed back and fourth before my eyes. It didn't take too many shots to get something I thought I could use. Of course, I never know for sure until I enter my super secret basement photo lab to process my daily captures. Upon returning home and entering my super secret basement photo lab; I found I was quite pleased at what I had captured. Still, they needed a little help, so a little level adjustment here, a little burn there, biff, bang, boom and you get painterly looking Tulips. At least I think so.

Happy Shooting.

Project 365 d-117

     My yard is quite large as I have mentioned many times. It is really a photographers paradise as there is always something happening around me. This time of year is no exception as the ground is exploding in new life, brilliant color, and many creep-crawly things too. Near the front of our driveway where we are in the process of putting in new landscaping. Our plan is to make maximum impact as people may drive by and consider what my property looks like before deciding to use me as a photographer. We are adding brick columns adorned with lights on top and are connected by black metal see through fence panels. Plus, we have a multitude of perennial plants going into the design as well. It is a comprehensive plan that we plan to do in a couple of stages, but today I learned that everything that it not planned is a bad thing.

     As I walked around my yard today; I noticed how many of this little purple flowers that were growing randomly in the to-be landscaped beds. Of course my camera was hanging on my shoulder, so I lay down in the soft grass and began to study them. "What an amazing little.....weed", I said. Remembering my Dandelion picture from days ago; I withdrew my stereotype and said, "What an amazing flower that I haven't any idea what it is, or how it got there". I certainly didn't plant it and there are so many of them, so it's likely that they are just wild. The longer I stared at it through my lens; I cam came to the realization that it didn't matter what it was. After all, it had stopped me in my tracks and now had my undivided attention. This had to be the photo of the day because I could feel a connection in my soul to it. It was beautiful not just due it's perfect saturated color, but because it just decided to grow where it wanted too.  A brave little soul standing erect and proud among the rocks and debris of a neglected flower bed despite all of my plans to cultivate this space.

      Upon rising from my prone position; I glanced down upon this Flower with renewed respect and admiration. It looked different viewing it from up so high after spending some time down in it's world. How many other worlds are out there everyday that we trample on in our coming and goings? What is just below our next foot-fall may be just the medicine our soul needs to be whole. I think they are messages from God. Call it natures post-it notes left by a loving Creator to see who's paying attention. I'm not sure if I am loosing my mind, or if this project is just making me super aware of my surroundings. I suspect it's the latter; and  I do like feeling the pulse of my surroundings and telling their story on the screen, and in print. Maybe we're the weeds?

Happy Shooting.