In black and White and in color.
Stopped and write this poem during my first ride of spring. Working at a nature center has the benefits of now beginning to recognize the plants along the trail.
WordPress being WordPress it didn’t retain intended line breaks, so I suppose I’ll let you imagine where they exist.
Grinning in the sudden fragrance
of last year’s Christmas pines
winding now scenic trails;
a lemonade of civil engineering
in the echoes of the town dump
bike tires lean past
Wild Leeks leafing amidst moss
as the auburn of Wood Betony
stretches it’s floral tentacles
nowhere near an octopus ocean.
I crouch down, saying hello
to the pinkpurple Hepatica.
Blood still thick with last month
body baffled by this new mercury
panting gladly for a breath
within the leaves of last year
Was present with my camera for this moment of discovery at work. Students learn about tiny holes in theoretically solid pieces of wood. This displays the paths that transport sap as evidenced by blowing bubbles with one’s breath. Click the arrow to view all pictures.
One of those days when you’re out taking pictures of Sugar Maples for spring promotion and you hear oddball chittering sounds…it’s not the squirrel over there – ah it’s a couple of Bald Eagles flirting up in the sky.
To quote the Riveredge Instagram post I wrote…
Prescribed burning is a time tested practice for prairie and savanna rejuvenation that existed in the Americas centuries before European settlement. We embrace this practice across appropriate Riveredge habitats.
Prescribed burning spurs prairie seeds to sprout, consumes encroaching invasive species, and expends potential wildfire fuel in a safely controlled situation.
Thanks to our wonderful burn #volunteers for helping keep everyone (and everything) safe!
During an event at Riveredge I was taking pictures at one of our satellite locations to promote future installments. I walked back to the main building to pick up some sort of forgotten tool for the program and for all of about 10 minutes the light was still coming through the trees but had already darkened across the land. As the sun went retreated, the remaining light gradually crawled up the forest.
I picked up a Yashica twin lens reflex camera and this is the first roll. I’m getting the feeling it might be smart to use an external light meter.
I’m curious to hear other people’s experiences and suggestions. Do you use a phone app? A separate light meter?
Also, dangling 15-feet up while leaning over a deer hunting tree stand is probably not the ideal situation to acquaint taking pictures backwards. But, hey, lots of sitting around and waiting time…
I’d appreciate any guidance fellow photographers have to offer. Thanks.
I’m pleased to have a few new poems published in the latest edition of BlazeVOX. Hard to believe this hardworking press has been a “Publisher of weird little books” for 20 years now. Congrats to editor Geoffrey Gatza on the anniversary.
(photo taken by my son while experimenting with panoramic photography)
Who ever needs that? And more?
Came up in my f-book memories from a decade ago and continues to be head-shaking laughable.
This is one of the first times I recall trying to compose a photograph with intention. Shot it with a hybrid smart/flip phone that featured a full keypad.
Years removed, looking at this picture, for me it’s not about how crisp or precise the image is or isn’t. It’s about having stopped with the decision to attempt to take an intriguing or entertaining photograph. Taking the time to practice, regardless of however inefficient it might be for the rest of the world – our coworkers and friends and family members – to slow time to take a photograph.
At the time I was selling Christmas trees in Florida. My employer waited a minute or two for…
“Hold on – we’ll be there in a minute…Eddie’s taking one of his pictures. Of a bad cock. Yeah, a BAD COCK! Two bad cocks! And MORE!”
Always stop to take the picture/write the poem/phrase of what captures your attention/ire/amazement/laughter.
And granting the people in your company the luxury to do so is a grand form of patronage.