Blossoms

“To be what I am… To voice the things that only I can voice. To bear the blossoms that are commanded of my heart. This is what I want…”~RM Rilke

Shadow flower (1 of 1)

Your voice is your expression and everyone has a unique voice which should be heard. It’s one’s own responsibility to cultivate that voice, through head and heart and then share it with others because a voice unexpressed does not provide a benefit to anyone.  And yet on the other side of the coin,  it is best not to waste it on a head that does not hear or a heart that does not care. In that case, silence is golden.

On a photographic note, this is a very severe crop (maybe 1/15th of the full file). I really love Fujifilm lenses and this kit lens is incredible.  I have yet to upgrade to a newer body and am still using the quite antiquated (for some) XE-1. One day, I will bite the bullet and get a newer model but I think I will wait a couple of years and see what new technology comes with time. I have learned that I do not need the latest and greatest new release of every piece of photographic equipment that comes out. Granted, if money were no object, I’d have purchased the newest out there but money is an object and right now, I can think of better ways to balance my wants and needs.

Sand

“I always say, if you keep your head in the sand, you don’t know where the kick’s coming from.” ~H Mann

Silence in The Sands
Silence in The Sands

I’m not sure you know where the kick is coming from, ever. I hardly ever bury my head in the sand yet have had my share. Life gives you lots of kicks and if you have not had kicks, you haven’t really lived. So, you get bruised and the bruises heal; you might be left with a scar but even that can fade with time.  I don’t know how to avoid life’s kicks nor would I really want to; a kick can be a lesson or a wake up call. But what I do know about a kick is that you can only be responsible for your own actions and that means getting up again from a kick and not letting it define you.

I’m dusting the sand off as I speak……

Bare

My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

~ Robert Frost
Birch painting (1 of 1)

There is a certain beauty in gray, rainy days. We had one here in Prescott, AZ the other day. At first, the sky opened up and huge raindrops fell, hitting my skylight and sounding more like hail than drops of rain but drops of rain here, when they do come, can be more like dollops than drops. To me when it rains, it is kind of like Mother Nature saying to us: slow down, have a cup of tea, snuggle in bed a bit! At least that is how I see it; maybe I am just lazy. 🙂 But I feel poetry in the rain.

The above image is a technique that I try to perfect every so often when I see the opportunity in a composition. When motion blur is done well, it creates more of a painting than a photograph; identifiable subject matter but infused with mystery. The motion here is all in-camera, not a Photoshop blur. While I definitely believe in using post-processing to enhance an image, somehow doing this type of thing IN-CAMERA is like creating magic because it is done with your mind, body and instrument (camera) as opposed to just your computer program.  In some ways for me, it is like creating poetry within my camera.

Transform

“Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible – it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could. ~B de Angelis

Black Butterfly (1 of 1)
I am not sure if anything can transform you in a moment but if anything could, it would be love.

It is nice to see that a number of my blogging friends from the past are still here! I am sure that most of you have been much more consistent than I and I do admire that.  I am figuring on easing back into this blogging “commitment” and hoping to transform my inconsistency here. Yes, I always have to make the silly tie in between image, quote and my little blogging blurb. Who knows, maybe that will change in the future as I have yet to decide exactly how I want to structure the writings here but it will be somewhere between a personal diary and my mediocre musings. Some people are open enough to write truly personal things; I am not. Yet I believe that you have to let some of your personality shine through or it becomes too dry, unless you are doing something of a more educational nature, which has never been a goal of mine as my  mind is more like a jack of all trades, master of none! LOL My goal here has mostly been about sharing the image itself and if someone can enjoy that small thing, a glimpse of beauty, a moment of visual pleasure, that may well be enough for me to feel the blog is worth it. And truth be told, I have managed to free myself from the burden of wanting popularity and garnering hundreds of likes or followers. I find that more exhausting than fulfilling and it is too hard for me to keep up with and I actually think it is a hinderance to the artistic process of my photography. In the end, one’s artistic vision is a very personal thing and there is only one person you must please: yourself.

 

 

Pollination

“Where wise actions are the fruits of life, wise discourse is the pollination.” ~ B McGill

Pollination in Action
Pollination in Action

I still have a bunch of photos to go through from my trip to the Southern California area but I like to keep things varied so I try not to post too many images in a row of the same subject. The good thing about that is that it pretty much leaves me shooting at least every other day, even if just for a passing shot or two. This afternoon I found some pretty poppies and where there are flowers, there are usually bees. I have no issues with bees, except when I step on one of them (or one of their cousins). They really are pretty amazing creatures; without bees, pollination would not occur and without that, the world we now know would change for the worse as far as our food supply is concerned. Bees are the bee’s knees! (In full disclosure, I acknowledge that that is a lame end to this post but I have to end it somehow, hive got to run). 🐝

 

Watchful

“But the watchful care of the parent is endless. The youth is never free from the danger of grating interference.” ~ W Goodwin

Watchful Mom And Pup
Watchful Seal Mom And Pup

A trip down to the La Jolla Children’s Pool brought me (and a bunch of other people) in contact to the seal post-breeding season effects of a nursery of sorts. There were at least 20 different moms and pups and they were not only in the closed off section where they normally congregate but also on the “people” beaches, where I had never seen them before. I suppose they are so used to humans that it doesn’t phase them enough to stay in their protected cove. People being what they are today were trying to actually get selfies with the seals, practically walking on them for their 15 seconds of fame. One HS tourist attempted to pet one…..Hello, it is not a dog. I tried to keep a respectable distance, although in seal body language I have no idea what that distance actually might be. But we eventually found a more private cove that the vast majority of humans hadn’t found and I just observed them from the side.

At one point, the baby here floundered its way into the ocean and Mom watched and then quickly followed. She stayed right by the pup’s side and seemed to be using her body to help guide the baby back on to the shore, helping to ease some of the breaking waves. Then they mosied on back to the exact same spot on the sand that they had previously claimed.

The seal cove was initially conceived to be a protected swimming area for children but the harbor seals and sea lions had another idea and it is now their domain. Some residents of La Jolla resent both the crowds that the animals draw and the stench they supposedly produce (the seals, not the humans. LOL I have never smelled anything in the 5 or so times I have been there). But as of late, there is another more concerning problem. Sea lion pups are coming to shore to various beaches in California, sick and starving. It is the 3rd such year in a row and scientists believe that their rapidly changing environment, speculated to be due to global warming, is leading to a scarcity of a food source. In my most pessimistic days, I wonder if we have caused irreparable damage to this planet in which we live. What a sad concept that might be.  I prefer to stay optimistic, though, but sometimes that requires burying my head in the sand.