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Tag: Flowing

  • Wonderment

    These are the days of innocence and wonder, so said Paul Simon. These days, I say, “yeah, don’t you wish?” But, nothing stops us from living life as we wish. I’m not talking about the very practical matters of earning a living and keeping your home moving. Only a few people have that luxury, but…

  • Watching The River Flow

    No experiments today. No messing around. No disco. No party. Just a pure photograph. A new photograph that I made by accident. That happens sometimes. I was walking to one place when my phone rang and a voice came through the line that said, “Take a picture, you fool.” Not really, but I stopped walking…

  • Over And Over

    H ave a coffee. Sit down and reflect. The past week has been terrible for people of a certain age. We lost Nichelle Nichols, Bill Russell, Vin Scully and Mo Ostin. All people who helped to form me in my youth. You probably know the first three especially if you like science fiction and sports.…

  • The Other One

    The other one. Yesterday, I wrote about seeing a delicate white and yellow flower. The one that I used as a layer behind a pink flower. Welp. This is the original flower with a little post production work done to it. I made it more colorful. I made the file a little more meaty. And,…

  • Three Or Four Feet From Home

    We were talking. A friend and I. About music. Musicians. How fast time seems to be passing. How old they are getting. Compared to us. Seriously, they are around ten years older than I am. That’s not much older. This morning, I learned that Gary Duncan passed. He was 72. He was one of the…

  • No, I Didn’t

    No. I didn’t. I didn’t forget about it. I bet you thought that I did. The water project. I work in bits and pieces. I keep ideas filed away in my brain. When I see something that I think might work I photograph it. That takes time. I find if I look for these elements…

  • Been in the Storm

    We are a wet place. Even with all of our rainfall, summer dries us out a bit. I’d call this a kind of levee. Normally, the water level is about equal on both sides. Look at this picture. It’s not even close. Even the side wall is starting to dry out. With our daily rain,…

  • A Day

    I’m a little late. This is why. “The wind in the willow’s playin’ “Tea for Two”; The sky was yellow and the sun was blue, Strangers stoppin’ strangers just to shake their hand, Everybody’s playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band. ” — Robert Hunter/Jerry Garcia — The Grateful Dead. It…

  • Into the Mystic

    I was just thinking. And, you know how that goes. This isn’t what you think. Yes. The temperatures have dropped some down here in the swamp, but I doubt that we’ll see any ice from it. This is just foam from fast flowing water. I was lucky enough to make this picture as it was…