Monday, August 31, 2015

Pose For the Camera



The theory of nicotine-based herbicides causing problems with bees is clear to me.
I have photographed far too many dead bees, face deep in the flower's chemistry.
I noticed this one was still moving after taking a few shots.
Needless to say I tried to save its life.
It tried to fly.
Who knows if I made a difference.
I choose hope.


2014


A camera is a licence to inspect things I wouldn't have given a second thought. As I study flowers, I have found an odd phenomena: dead bees. It's an overdose. They're stone-cold, thorax deep in the good-stuff. Today, I noticed a bee flying around this plant. Then, I noticed the three dead ones, all assuming this same pose. But one didn't seem so dead. I blew on it. It moved, slowly. I blew harder and it seemed to roll over. I took a pic. Dead bees make great models and I have many pics. This is the first one I caught still alive.  It only looks like peek-a-boo, In reality, this bee is sprawled-out, dying. 

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Shadow Fence



The morning light casts dancing shadows across the wooden fence.

2014


This is my favorite time of year.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Cloud and Tree Touch


The shape of the cloud and tree create a touching moment of harmony.

2014



Living in the South, I always felt suffocated by the narrow perception of distance. I knew life existed beyond the trees and houses before me but I couldn't see it. Out west were the mountains rise above the horizon in all directions, I am always able to feel their distance, their reassuring reminder that everything around me is not all that is. There is a certain sanity provided by the perception of pure space. Nothing defines distance like a towering mountain range.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Slices of Reflection


The shinny surface of a plastic fence
captures slices of a reflected image.

2014


A close up view of a tree knot becomes a south-western canyon with a little blurring.

Monday, August 24, 2015

Rolling Storm




A passing summer storm
does not interfere with the sport,
played at the park.

2014


When we remember just how great it is to live in a country were we have the time and space to enjoy simple things like a beautiful sunrise, it makes handling all the horrible news from all the distant places in the world just a little easier.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Crazy Cloud Shape


Moisture, mountains, and the right conditions create some seriously interesting shapes.

2014



You cannot close your eyes in Heaven.

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Pastel Summer Color





The soft colors of summer invite
the eye and mind to dreamy imagination.


2014


Having an answer to the question of life is not the same as 

knowing how to live it.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Tree Shadow Field



Morning casts a large tree's shadow into frame.

2014



The Fear of the Human Animal

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Menacing Flower


This flower almost looks threatening,
as if it is a creature rising from the dark to strike.

2014


Soon, the weather will change and we will be frozen. Although winter may not have the stunning colors and life of summer, it has its own beauty and form. Enjoy the change of pace. Slow down and visit with friends and family. Before long, we'll be right back, sweltering in the heat of summer.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Fruit Water Droplets


The skin of a the fruit wicks the water into tight droplets, 
ready to run.

2014



There are moments when we catch nature showing-off the intensity of color. It reminds us of how the changing seasons creates an enchanting spectrum.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Sleeping Mountain Dinosaur




I have always looked at this mountain
and seen a dinosaur,
trapped in time
and stone.

2014


Everyone asks the same question when I say I hate summer, "Why?" Simple. Legally speaking, there is a limit to the clothing you can remove; however there is no limit to what you may put on to keep warm. Plus, sleep is the most valued resource in my life. One only sleeps well when one feels safe in a cool, dark place.

Monday, August 17, 2015

Rustic Flower



Racing pigment rushes along withering petals.

2014


I don't take a lot of moon pictures because my camera is not, well let us say, of professional quality. But every so often, a shot presents itself and my camera rises to the challenge. I like this one because the fence looks like an urban version of the mountains or maybe a childlike drawing of two simple pyramids on the desert plain in early morning. 

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Cloud Blows-Off Peak



The cloud flows from the mountain peak straight into the atmosphere in the shape of a fan
as if it is smoke, blowing from within the earth.

2014



Whenever I show this picture, people ask the same question:

"How do you know it was sleeping and not dead?"
"Because I woke it up and it flew away.

It was an early summer morning. I'd just got my camera. I found it on the road and decided to experiment with a few settings. When I was done, I was surprised the thing didn't fly off. It was in the middle of the road. If it was still alive, it could get run over. I blew on it. It moved. I blew again. It flew away and I continued my walk, happy with the closeup.

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Flower Streamers


It's as if the flower is celebrating with streaming casts of color

2014


It looks like the sun is burrowing through the top of this mountain when in reality it is rising between twin peaks. The partial sun-dog is a bonus to a shot I'd been spending years locating.

Friday, August 14, 2015

Cloud Ball




A cloud ball surrounded by color and form.

2014



I've always wondered about the ratio of happy accidents to discarded pics. One thing is for sure, if you wait for perfection, you're bound to miss a few. It sounds reasonable to me that one great shot for every ten marginal ones beats the odds.