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Tag: Grass

  • One Of These Days

    Tom Knudsen of The Doobie Brothers died yesterday. I listen to them now and then these days, but boy did the 1970s come flooding back. I lived in the Bay Area in those days. I went to college in San Jose. I lived in a neighborhood called The Rose Garden until I moved to the…

  • New Day

    S pring. The first day was yesterday. Winter is over. Sorta. But, there is a change in the quality of light. That’s what I’d like to discuss. Light. The thing that makes photography possible. Photography, after all, is either painting or drawing with light depending on what you read. It’s Greek. But, it’s not all…

  • She’s A Rainbow

    O nce again, color prevails. All kinds of color, not just fall color which is starting to fade away to winter colors. I like winter colors, not because of the color itself, but because of the view. Summer hides things. Winter shows them. But, this picture isn’t about showing or hiding things. This is just…

  • Never Ending

    W e listen to a lot of podcasts around here. This morning I was listening to The New York Times’ The Daily. The reporter was talking to a viral scientist. It was a pretty good interview until the reporter asked the scientist when the pandemic would end. She declined to predict that, but did say…

  • Children in Bloom

    T his picture has taken me awhile to edit and share. I’m sure that you have a pretty good idea of why. This is a dog’s eye view. There. That should make it clear. Anyway. I made the picture on a day like this. No light. No color. The overcast wasn’t even good enough to…

  • Coming Home

    T oday got rolling just about the time I got up. I told you that I was going to get busy. I didn’t think that I meant right this second. I thought I could cruise into the work a little bit at a time. Silly me. I made my first mistake when I started listening…

  • Mother of Muses

    So, people are saying spring is finally upon us. Down here in The Gulf Coast we’ve had spring for about a month. But, in the last day spring exploded. The greens are greener. The flowers are vibrant. Leaves have just exploded out of their slumber. Luckily, it’s still cool bordering on cold. In a month…

  • Miles Beyond

    There seems to be a little hope these days. There is a little light at the end of the tunnel. That’s if we don’t blow it. We are tired. We are lonely. I get that. But, they say that it’s not how you start. It’s how you finish. So, let’s finish strong. Let’s do what…

  • Going Home

    Remnants. Left overs of the summer just past. Leaves, grass, pine droppings. A lot of nature on a forest floor. Or, what passes for a forest in the city. Of course, this isn’t all one picture. More layering came into play. But, it speaks to the detritus that everything leaves behind. Nature’s leavings are fine.…