Postcard from Yesterday

1902 hours, 14 August 2018

Setting sun on the West Coast, between British Columbia and California — Wildfire Season

Street Fair, 2013

Canadian Landscape, 2006

Paris Marché Aux Puces, 19 Mai 2001

7 March 2015

Is it time to stop? to wind down?

I look through the thousands of pictures I have made [note "made", not "taken" or "captured"] and wonder.

Our 38th Anniversary, 2014

Paardenvlees met Groene Peper, Brussels, 2005

Rue Mouffetard, Paris, 2006

Firenze, Italia, 2011

Smith Island—from five and a half miles away

Young Eagle Ascending

Wein, Austria, 2011

Remember When It Was So Much Simpler Then?

August, 2009

At the time I made this exposure, I just assumed that it was a rip on line in the christian bible's book of genesis: "And God said, 'Let there be light…'" Now I wonder if it was an early tremor of the deep shit that trump and his racist republican brethren have dropped us into.


And here is something different from that year:

Awaiting to disembark the ferryboat at Mukilteo yesterday, I noticed the pattern of reflected lights and shapes on the bulkhead in front of me. Assuming there would not be time to get out with my camera to explore, I did the best with what I had. Luckily, it was a proper camera and not a telephone or pocket fluff. [grin]

The results, cropped.

I imagined a group of aliens hitching a ride on the ferry. No one else noticed.

Well-nigh six p.m. standing in the backyard

Yesterday

Fourth of July, 2018

2,631 Miles via Interstate Highway

From the Nebraska Experience

18 November 2001

Note: No straws were used in the drinking of this wine; a crowd ecologically way ahead of the curve. Glasses may have been used, and either tossed off the deck or to the kitchen to be washed by the servants. Don't rightly remember.

Auto-portrait in motel bathroom, 2011

According to a story in the New York Times yesterday, Mohamed Banba, a seven-foot center from Texas, was drafted by the Orlando Magic this month. "He broke the N.B.A. combine record for wingspan measurement, reaching an absurd 7 feet 10 inches. (His standing reach is a full three inches taller than any player measured at the combine.)"

"Arm span or reach (sometimes referred to as wingspan) is the physical measurement of the length from one end of an individual's arms (measured at the fingertips) to the other when raised parallel to the ground at shoulder height at a 90° angle. The average reach correlates to the person's height.”  [Wikipedia ]

What happened?

And now I am wondering what happens to this proportion as I grow older; I used to be 6 feet four inches and I am at least two inches shorter now. Will I have to ask the waiter to set the glass of beer closer to me?

From my post on another blog, on 18 February 2013:


          What I do is all about me
          What you see is all about you.

          Sounds about right
          To me.

It's not about the camera brand or model, but the mind of the person using it, and those looking at the picture. That's all.

Dandelion at Sunset—2014

Market Sign

A Side Story

The picture above began as two direct exposures, turning a bit to include a wider view:

Then I combined them using Adobe Photoshop's Automate/Photomerge/Collage algorithms. Nothing too unusual. But later, after I finished other minor refinements, I saved the file. Then I saw the results:

Oops!  So I went back to Photoshop and did it all over again, avoiding the Collage setting. 

Funny, though.