Thursday, October 21, 2010
Catching up-Pike Street Ready-Mades, July 25, 2010
These images were found across from the Left Bank Bookstore, on Pike Street, in Seattle. They are, more than anything else, studies in composition and visual editing. The wall is a treasure trove of Dada, Pop and more than a hint of Aaron Siskind. In the effort to post these, I have done minimal exposure tweaks, most had little more than the "auto levels" in Photoshop. Some need work. Others are good to go as they are. Enjoy...
Catching up- Butte Falls, July 3, 2010
Butte Falls is one of my favorite places. It is close (less than an hour's drive over mostly unpaved loggers' roads) and it is always changing, always new, always enchanting.
Catching up-June, 2010
I am have been remiss in not posting recent images here. I am trying to make amends, beginning with this handful, taken in June.
Silverton Reservoir, 6.23.2010
Market Street, Salem, 6.23.2010
6.9.2010
Raindrops, 6.7.2010
Raindrops, 6.7.2010
Looking north/northeast, 6.7.2010
One of the saving graces of living in our little corner of the Northwest is this.
I never tire of the ever-changing mosaic.
6.9.2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Smith River, Redwood National Forest, California
Metal Leaf I—5.30.2010
Metal Leaf II—5.30.2010
Left Leaning Crayfish—5.30.2010
Quiet Smile—5.30.2010
The Heavens Recorded in the Rock—5.30.2010
Sheltered Conversation—5.30.2010
Languid Smile—5.30.2010
What the Rock Said—5.30.2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
A Passing
We had adopted a pair of white hens about a year ago. We named them, aptly enough, the White Chicks. They were virtually inseparable, seeming to watch one another's back. But chickens can only do so much. One was killed by the late and not so lamented Teddy, the dog we adopted from the people down the road. The remaining White Chick laid the biggest, whitest eggs. A couple weeks ago, she had been brutally assaulted by one of the roosters. It is their way. Tenderness is not part of the chicken mating ritual. Half her head was covered in blood and we thought she had had her eye pecked out. We brought her in the house and nursed her for about a week. She still had the eye, but it was of no use. She was half blind. When we returned her to the general population, she seemed like she was shying away from the others. She would turn her head like Linda Blair in the Exorcist, just to see around her. I had a special place in my heart for White Chick. I felt her vulnerability. Soon enough, she was laying those big white eggs again... right up until the day before yesterday. She seemed alright. I found her on the hay bale, close to death yesterday morning. She passed away fairly quickly. I don't know what happened. I mourn her loss and am a little uncomfortable with this image. I think it is beautiful, but sad. Very sad.
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