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23
May
13
Photography: First Light
22
May
13
Photography: Here & There
My Dad’s Old Saw, 15 years after his death.
Off the beaten path, near a rail yard.
Paris Flat, Christmas Island; one foot of water almost forever.
Uplifting
Room with a view.
22
May
13
False Spring…False Promises
Oh a few days of high 70′s and low 80′s and people were half naked in Portland. The False Spring was, once again, upon us. The definition of False Spring does not do justice to the phrase.
“False spring is a term used in botany (and related fields) rather than in meteorology. It refers to a period of weather in late winter or early spring sufficiently mild and sufficiently long to “trick” dormant vegetation into waking up early. Young, succulent tissues begin growing at a time when the plant should remain dormant,” and it can then be damaged by later frosts and freezes. False spring temperatures rarely affect native plants, but ornamentals are quite vulnerable.”
No, it is now late Spring, not early Spring!
Today, May 22, 2012….False Spring Indeed!
“False Spring”? This is more like “Ha! Screw You Suckers!!!”
Of course, having lived in Portland my whole life, I know not to worry about dependable sunshine until after Rose Festival in Mid June. Then we are good to go until mid October!
Ah, hope Springs Eternal…even amid the battered blossoms and blooms. Thank goodness one stops to see the roses…so to speak.
I parked my rig at work and noticed these beautiful blooms on an otherwise ignored hedge.
The last signs of an old homestead torn down a few years ago. The corner post and barbed wire don’t support anything now…
0730 hrs, the clock ticks loud now…the room is silent, the sheets rolled up. The scene of the last gasps at life, the scene of months of hospice care…the vigil…the journey…the realities of it all…the final stillness. Now she is gone and the room is quiet except for that ticking of the clock.
Beautiful colors combine to incite, to provoke, to intrude, to piss off….hopefully.
14
May
13
Photography: What Was…What Is
A short blurb to highlight another side of our lives (my wife and I…well actually a good part of our extended family and friends) over at Hoarding Woes and photographs my wife captured yesterday amidst the layers of reclamation……..
Tim Barker over at PlanetTrout has spent the Winter tying up a storm. He offers up a great selection of Midge Pupa patterns with nice photographs and the pattern/recipe too.
Planet Trout’s Tim Barker and his daughter Ally.
There is a ton of helpful inspiration at Planet Trout. If you fly fish or tie flies, you find a great deal of information here. It should be in your fly fishing blog roll. There is also some fascinating Hollywood history you might be interested in as well.
12
May
13
Happy Mother’s Day!!!
A few photographs of flowers in the back yard this morning. Symbolic of the mothers closest to me, who all have a love of flowers and the pleasure they derived from tending, caring for and preserving during their lives.
Much like their children, they endure to care for their children with so much love and devotion, through thick and thin. I am blessed to know and have known such remarkable women…mothers to the core. Thank you for the love, patience and support! You are loved!
10
May
13
Photography: The Tunnel
Every once in awhile, I drive by this industrial area of Portland and off in the distance is this tunnel. That voice calls, you should check that out and take some pictures. Usually, I do not have my camera or I’m in a hurry. Yesterday, I had my little Pentax Optio W60, so I stopped to snap a few shots after hiking in a ways.
The tunnel had the usual graffiti and off in the distance was that legendary light. The date at the of the tunnel noted ’1910′.
There’s Always One!
04
May
13
Photography: Low Light Glow
The low light glow from the setting sun looks soothing on this backyard tree. Perhaps you recall this was the poor tree being drilled by the Sapsucker this past Winter.
The bark of the entire tree exhibits hundred upon hundreds of holes from that determined sapsucker….here a few dozen holes are attempting to mend.
