Please forgive my absence in reading/liking/commenting on all of your posts. I have traveled with the local branch of my family (older daughter, son-in-law and two grandkids) three times in six weeks, and I’m still completely and utterly exhausted. We were away a total of a week and a half, all those trips added together. They were absolutely grand, but that’s more travel than I’ve done in over 4 years, and I’m having trouble recovering. I’d do all of it again in a heartbeat (and almost certainly will), but during this recovery period I’m having difficulty doing much of anything beyond keeping up with posting and the necessary tasks of life. I will get back to regular reading of blogs eventually, but in the meantime, know that you all are most definitely not forgotten.
Here is my post for Macro Monday with the hope that you all will find beauty in it. It is from the weekend that I rented the macro lens, and is a photo of some budding flowers of one of the Coleus plants on my balcony. Enjoy. 🙂
I am finding myself somewhat nostalgic and sad lately. The daylight is beginning to fade sooner and sooner, and while fall is usually my favorite season, September 2 marked the first year anniversary of my husband’s death. So I have been looking through family pictures of late, and went searching for these, as they are among my favorites of the past year – the first year without my husband of 44 years. While the post itself is far longer than six words, the title is exactly six, so I hope I can still use the Six Word Saturday hashtag.
I have written before about the fact that my good friends, Martha and Arthur, and I share our two dogs. Theirs is Teddy the Labradoodle and mine is Zoë the Miniature Schnauzer. When my husband and I returned to Northern California three and a half years ago and moved into our retirement community (St. Paul’s Towers), the grandkids were just 1 and 3½. Teddy was bigger than the 1 year old, obviously, but he was also awfully big for the 3½ year old. About a year ago, when they were 3 and almost 6, the two of them decided that it was time for them to start walking the dogs instead of just accompanying me when I walked them. So they became the walkers, and I became the accompanying and supervising person. The 3 year old was still rather scared of Teddy, but was comfortable walking Zoë. The almost 6 year was adamant that he wanted to walk Teddy by himself, without me holding on to the leash. Here is the result: he walking confidently on ahead with Teddy last February, when he was fully 6+ a few months. My granddaughter, Zoë, and I are lagging behind, in a perfect position to capture a photo.
Walking the Dog at Twilight
Posted for Six Word Saturday. Well, at least there’s exactly six words in the title. 😉
A typical shot of Grand Avenue (Oakland, California) starting from the Purple Fountain Grass plant of yesterday’s post, and looking up the street from there. (Look to the left side of the plant and you will see the hood of yesterday’s blue car.) An unremarkable shot in general, which I was about to delete, until I saw the Ragtag Daily Prompt of Psychedelic today. Then I realized that I could have a little fun and turn the unremarkable into WOW. I hope you agree.
I took this photo of Purple Fountain Grass against the bright blue of the hood of a parked car this afternoon. To my surprise, when I looked at the photo this evening, I discovered that there was the reflection of clouds on the hood of the car. I’ve played around with the color a little bit, both to emphasize the contrasts, and to have a little fun. But this isn’t far off from the original. The striking blue of the hood of the car was what made me think of creating an angle for the shot that would show the fountain grass against the car.
*Look closely in the bottom right hand corner and you will see the curve of the hood of the car. Look in the lower left hand corner and you will see some white in the background. That is one of the headlights.
This was a flower that I wanted to convert to a photo portraying flames. I especially wanted to convey the sense of movement with the flames – both a sense of crackling/flickering, and a sense of outward movement, so that the viewer would have the impression that the flames were constantly renewed from the center, as in a fireplace or a campfire. Please weigh in on how you experience the shot, especially if you experience it differently! All interpretations welcomed!!