Saturday, September 30, 2023

Chapter 12 - Color My Life - 6/1/20

What a beautiful world we live in.

BOOM!!

Hahaha, I can't believe how much enjoyment I get from photography. I get a kick taking pictures and, then, when I download them I get another kick!!

Keen fun!!

And there is this, too. I enjoy a simple and small life. I enjoy working on puzzles. I especially enjoy this one which was selected and given to me by my Granddaughter, Alexis.

And I am deliberately taking my time to stretch out my enjoyment. 


In this world, I have come to appreciate the beauty of the simple tree. I can't explain it but for a few years now, I have come to appreciate not only the utility of trees, but also their innate beauty as well.

Like this grand behemoth. Now that's something else, isn't it!?!


Frustration, thy name is Jackie. 

I would love to be able to catch birds in flight but I have not even come close to figuring how to capture them in the air. Too fast, too erratic, too . . . much for me.

So, I am reduced, as I did with these uncooperative swallows, to pointing my camera in one area and then trying to guess when the subject might be flying through the picture area. 

Like this one. This is, probably, the very best picture I've ever taken of a swallow in flight. And it reeks but it is illustrative of my feeble attempts.

Yet, I persist.


I've enjoyed shooting flowers . . . all kinds and all shape. They're there and they are patient posers. No griping, either. 

And so, I seek them out. Oh, also because seeing them is satisfying. They're colorful, beautiful and gracious. 

And they come in many different forms. Like these on the wall of the Shepard's Old Farm Market. It's an eclectic gathering of New Wave/Age Artsy-Fartsy artists and vendors. Kinda fun to walk through.

Anyway, they've got these flowers, along with some real ones, decorating their Market.


Me likey.


Annnnnnnd, one more.


One of the big reasons for my little jaunt downtown, (and, yes, I do need reasons for most everything. Except naps. I need no reason for a nap) was to check out the Ospreys and see what's up.

The incubation period for an osprey egg is between 37-38 days. They usually lay their eggs, 1-4 but usually 3, in April or May. So, by my figuring, there should be several nestlings rustling about up there.


Or they could still be incubating.

I don't know.

Sixty days after hatching, young ospreys make their first flight! After fledging, the young will remain with their parents for up to two months, and then remain at their wintering grounds for two to three years until they return north to make their first attempt at breeding.


Having fun, I've been exploring my composition skills. I'm trying to find, actively think about, different ways to see a scene. To compose rather than simply see, point and shoot like I usually do.

And I get this. Which I realize won't win any prizes but which pleases me. That's the only criteria it needs to appear on my blog.

I'm thinking and that's good.


I went back to revisit this scene. Unfortunately no woman in bright clothing wandered by.

Still, this picture, like the one above, resonates with me and, Baby, that's good enough!!


Hahaha, I can remember shooting telephone lines, poles and cables back in Panama when I was shooting with my Yashica TL-3. 

And I still am. Hahaha, lines, patterns and shapes . . . the usual suspects. 


I do like that old building. I think of it as an American landmark . . . that one easily recognized building in every small town in America. In my America, it's as ubiquitous as the Coca-Cola signs.


I had taken up temporary residence on one of the Adirondack chairs in the square when these folks came over and set up. 

Obviously a professional (I think) what with the tripods (2) and sunscreen/reflector and the handy-dandy assistant.

The young lady with the flower-print dress took her position and the photographer (a guy hidden behind flower dress lady) got things lined up and she started reading from a scrip. 

I have no idea what this was for but it was mildly entertaining for me.


An unusal, for me, view of the square. I simply moved from one end to the other. Why not? There's Adirondack chairs at either end.


And while I was there, ruminating in my comfortable chair, I looked small. And got my B&W on. 

I don't know if I've mentioned it before but, by golly, I sure do love me camera. I am sooooooo looking forward to getting my new camera. Sooooooo!!


And this one. The hues really sing to me. The promise, every Spring, of new life.


BOOM!!


And another flag. I may not love this present-day America as much as I once did but, still, I do enjoy seeing the Stars and Stripes flying. Especially in Small Town America.


KA-POW!!

Nailed it!!


Just sitting and enjoying the small world. It is like seeing the loving Hand of God. And it's there all the doggone time.

HOOAH!!


Hahahaha, I was rockin' it from those Adirondack chairs.

This old building used to be the Bank of Maryland and now, well, I have no idea. 

I think it's part of the L-Town City Offices but I don't know. Regardless, I've seen it often and always intended to shoot one of the murals on its walls. Built in 1921, this building represents the priorities of that day. Markedly different from this Me First world we live in now.


I love this house. Ain't it something!?! I don't know its age but I like to imagine its been here since the early 18th C.


From the sublime of the colonial house to this modern-day kitsch. These birds are in the most unusual places around this area. Someone was a helluva salesman.


If only I could get rid of those doggone cars. Our city square.


Walking back, I got another view of the osprey. She doesn't look to maternal . . . unless maternal in her world means, "I'll rip your face off!!"


The ospreys add to their nests when they return each year. Some nests can be almost 10 feet deep.


I just liked this scene. Like a Norman Rockwell picture. I can see waiting by the tree for Andy Hardy to walk by. Really, the trees make the difference here.


Ob-la di, ob-la-da, life goes on, bra
La-la, how the life goes on.

Life is good.


























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