Back in the 'nest' amongst all the archives and memories. Joints aching from a week of weeding and maintenance on the 'country estate'. Treating myself to a new keyboard, which should be arriving this afternoon.

Yesterday at 2058 hours

Oops. This week I am 100 miles away from my 'nest' and discovered that I had failed to pack my external hard drive that contains all the image files I have been working on and posting here the past few months. 

But I do have a camera and my computer, so I'll just have to create new stuff. Also need to make a printed checklist of essentials to pack.

Free Entrance for Private Prayer

In Reflection

Picture made in 24 December 1998, with a Nikon CoolPix 950 camera (2 megapixel). Not too shabby.

This morning, my rummaging in the image archives finds me in Florence (Italy)…though I reserve the right to move back and forth at random, of course.

I'm pleasantly surprised that, with modern software (and hardware), I am able to pull so much out of an eight-year old camera (16Mpixel Pentax K-5) with a thirteen-year old lens (21m pancake).

Vienna Natural History Museum

Naschmarkt, Vienna, 2011

Architectural Detail, Vienna, 2011

Leopold Museum Window, Vienna, 2011

untitled, Vienna 2011

 Vienna Detail, 2011

Paris, 2011

Prague, 2011

Chinatown, Seattle, Yesterday

Prague Facade, 2011

In English, they are called convenience stores, but we prefer 

the Dutch term nachtwinkel (night store). Makes us smile.

Prague Snapshot, 2011

Starý židovský hřbitov

Looking out an upper window of the Museum of Decorative Arts in Prague, at the Old Jewish Cemetery, dating back to the 15th Century. According to the Web site, there are 10,000 tombstones.

Ascending Tourist

Residential Window in Prague

Yesterday—Sitting on Deck, Drinking Wine, and Watch Sun Set

Omaha, Nebraska, 2001

Unintentional Poetry … (the best kind) with a smattering of bricks and stucco

Turning the corner…

Vinyl Siding 

The Easter Goose

Rue Bichat, 2011

Sunday Morning in the 10th

à Paris, 2001

Some years ago—I don’t remember how many—I had the idea that, if I saved up all my raw photographic exposures, I might someday find the opportunity to go back through them, to find and refine selected images, as if seeing anew. Sure enough, I was right.

Now with age piling up and slowing me down [I've made it to 74]—but still holding hopes of adventures to come—I am having good fun in rummaging through the past.

2013 was when my body began to deteriorate in earnest. But I was right about the past.

 

Window Covering, Paris 2002