Let's hope I can keep on this, this time … I've started this entry two or three times, and one thing or another has interfered and I've had to cancel … there seems to be no way to save a "draft" or an unfinished entry; one must simply dump it and start over.
And that's about how my life has been, here, of late … one damned thing after another seems to be pulling at my sleeve, demanding attention. Even the act of finishing photos, which is a pleasure (It's one of the few pleasures that causes me to swear a lot, though … Photoshop can be very difficult at times.), takes up a lot of time. I do not begrudge it the time, but on the other hand, it does limit my time for other things. Including this.
We've got a few more to post … these are all from 2007, still … I'm just sort of working my way 'round the ever-circling years, trying to put up things I like and things that I think will appeal to others, bearing always in mind the loosely-defined "theme" of "edges" … edges of night, edges of day, edges of seasons … you name it. "Points of inflection" as a mathematician might say. Or might not; I am not a mathematician.
Edge of night, you see … this was in back of a restaurant where I used to meet my daughter in happier times. And this next is a wacky shot of one of the indirect-lighting fixtures on the outside of the restaurant … Photoshopped half to death:
… and if you think that getting that squared up was easy, it wasn't. Sigh! What we'll do in the name of Art.
A nice, late afternoon … surprisingly comfortable … remember folks, this was October. Maybe I didn't say that, but now I have.
But, a harbinger of what is to come …
Winter is on its way; we have only to wait.
This is a far more Autumn-like sky … the sort of "bleached" look; the pale blues, the "pale whites", if there can be such a term, of the clouds … Juxtaposed with the brilliance of the foliage. Some of the foliage shots I'm not even going to post … they are too brilliant, too intense to be believable … I hardly believed them myself, and I was there.
And the misty, moisty mornings, as the lake gives up its Summer heat.
But, even with the chilling of (seemingly) the whole planet, there are those who brave the elements to forage for a bit of breakfast …
That algal bloom washing ashore like that was pretty disgusting-looking to us, but it was (if you'll pardon the wordplay) duck soup for others.
And here we have what amounts to human foragers … the daughter learning, the father teaching:
And as Autumn deepens, the house, hitherto concealed in its leafy garments, seems slightly embarrassed by the searching eye of the morning sun …
Oh, well … let's call this one to a halt; I've been conscious that my posts are rather long; we'll save some for later.
Cheers, all …