|Baby Noah displaying his outrageous independence at almost nine months. No cuddling, please! |
Just feed me and give me toys and space. And can I pull your hair?
|This is Death Valley as seen from the gravel parking lot-type camp at Stovepipe Wells. It is my last vacation photo before my camera disappeared. This was also before I determined to take only photos that might mean something to me in 10 years .... or more. Or to someone else. This shot, while pleasing, would not make the cut.|
What happened to my camera? I thought it was stolen, or even worse, that I had left it by the sink in the campground restroom. Paul discovered it soon after we returned home beneath the bench cushion in our cozy camper. I was disappointed, as I had already selected a replacement. My pocket Nikon Coolpix has been obsoleted over the past three (four?)years with much-upgraded compact cameras. Why I need sharper, brighter images, and even more foolproof technology, I do not know. But I want them. I would have shot hundreds of photos. I'm not kidding. I would have snapped my way through Death Valley, then captured myriad scenes along the incredibly beautiful highway 395 skirting the eastern edge of the magnificent Sierra Mountains through Lone Pine and the Alabama Hills and Bishop and Mammoth Lakes and then onto South Lake Tahoe and our fabulous day of bluebird skiing with vast, crisp, magnificent views of the lake. Post trip I would have been overwhelmed with images, editing like crazy to decide which shots were worth salvaging. And who cares? Key question.
Of course after Paul found my camera, I gradually resumed photography, but with more retrospection. I was once a "professional", shooting to illustrate articles for small newspapers and a statewide business magazine. That was when 35mm film came in rolls of 20 or 36 frames, and you had to think and frame and anticipate to use those few shots judiciously. It was a discipline that I, for one, have almost forgotten with digital photography. Temporarily losing my camera brought me back to something I'd all but forgotten: pre-editing. Think before you shoot. So here follow some recent random photos that mean something to me, and why.
|Chris, the professional photographer, and I, took turns at the magnificent cactus in our solarium.|
|What Chris saw. This could be enlarged 100 X and still look great.|
|My mom, LaVone, 95, talking to my sister on my cell phone. Technology at work.|
This photo has staying power for the family.
Keeper onions about to be planted. The white substance on the right is mycorrhizae, the magic ingredient for magnificent flowers and veggies. Wet clumpy soil be damned. Personal garden history is always valued. This has been a cold wet spring and we're about a month late planting onions and potatoes. Expect updates as the garden develops.
|This out-of-focus photo was taken at the gem and mineral show in Grants Pass, OR on Easter Sunday.|
The items on the stone plate are rocks that look like food. This intrigues me. Especially the "zucchini." Give me credit I did not photograph all six plates. Or was it eight? Ten-year test? I will still marvel.