Unplanned as it was, trying to fit in as many shots as possible in my short window of time and here is the final product.
On some level, nighttime shots pique the viewer’s curiosity – the questions are almost never ending and what is this, what is that… ohhh is that what that is.
Striking, how detail(s) that normally would take the human eye and mind to decrypt or decipher in but a few seconds during the daytime, may require a little more focus and in some cases, a lot more than a little.
The understated depth of texture, patterns, colors is sometimes best captured at nighttime.
Cancel. That is all it took to get me to this point. Right in the middle of a download of pictures to my laptop from my camera’s memory (SD) card I aborted the transfer and what happened next was enough to render me certifiable. My reality, I did not have the luxury to process those emotions caused by what I would now refer to as an impulsive action. In that moment, I dreaded thinking about the repercussions of just a simple click.
My first reaction was to Panic! as frantically tried to recall all the memorable moments captured by yours truly and by default designated the photographer with the responsibility of sending the pictures taken over that weekend, what would I say? all the excitement as they cocked their necks to get a good view of the picture and the repeated reminders not to Continue reading →
It was founded in the 1700’s by a Haitian, Jean-Baptiste Pointe DuSable and also finally settled on whether it is the “Chicago L or El train”. For me, learning new things about a place are one of the many joys of travel and the opportunity to visit as many of the sights as far as both my feet can carry is a great coup. In addition to its many benefits, walking is definitely a different experience than driving or taking a bus tour because you, no, let me rephrase that.
Easy Fix for high traffic areas. Scotchgard. Yes, the stuff in the red and white plaid patterned can. The spray protects against dirt and stains and works on fabric sofas, chairs and even your bathroom floor
So what do Scotchgard and Patsy Sherman have in common?
It was heavy. The joy of checking off the completed tasks on my weekly to do list seemed to be short lived because of this one major task. Something had to give and no sooner had it become crystal clear, it was clear, I had to work with what I had. How so? Continue reading →
Beginning with my eyes, I could almost feel the warm and fuzzy feeling charting its course, registering to my brain and yielding a smile as I looked over some of the shots from my day trip to St. Helena in Napa County, California. Priceless.
At the same I could not help the nagging sense of loss as I wondered how much better they would have turned out if only I had… Continue reading →
With a New Year, the customary thing is to have a new years resolution list of bad habits to drop and areas to nurture.
Well this year, I choose to steer off the beaten path. My plan – simple and straightforward and in a few words, to be intentional.
Where that path leads me I am not quite sure but I INTEND:
to blog more, read more, travel more, learn more and who knows to be open to whatever else happens in between and hopefully to be wiser from the experiences.
I intend to worry less and relish the moments more. Be alright with being still, if that is what I am feeling at that point in time and enjoy those moments of quiet solace in my own space more; and worry less about what could have, should have or would have.
Oops! there goes my not having a list, but hopefully you get my drift.
Is it not amazing the power between one brain and two eyes and as a consequence we are able to appreciate the numerous possibilities, the different dimensions to an object or image.
It is such power that prompted me to take this photograph just before 6.30 am one morning.
What seemed like a normal chilly morning, as I walked toward this space completely preoccupied with what tasks of the day to first tackle, when that shift in my attention, without any effort on my part, in a quick instant, precipitated by what my eyes saw and brain interpreted as the uncanny resemblance to a cluster of mushrooms scattered about a stretch of brown soil.
The reality is that this was not anywhere close to a farm. In just a few hours from when this photograph was taken, it would be ridded of this peaceful calm and buzzing with activity.
It would morph from this place of solitude, to for some:
a sit out area for afternoon lunchers for some others a relaxing spot to shoot the wind;
for some to catch the warmth of the sun, for some others a place to gather one’s thoughts or get a breath of fresh air;
and for some or all, a part of a larger community; a part of the rest of the world.
Amazing how community comes in a variety of dimensions; how the same term means different things to different people.
At least if I have a say in the matter, it will be a while.
As I lazily drew my fingers over spines of my collection, I settled on one particular book, Scent of Water by Sinmisola Ogunyinka. Set in the western city of Lagos and the southeastern city of Calabar both in Nigeria, West Africa, is a great story which at its very core is about forgiveness, new beginnings and the challenges encountered along the way. It all begins with a young lady’s dreams and its connections to a total stranger in prison. Continue reading →