I am learning to stop whatever I am doing in order to take a photograph of an image that simply needs to be saved, right then and there. Sure, there would be other days where the sky was as blue, other days when the light was hitting this building at this particular angle and I could make a hundred excuses why I should come back later to take the photo, but am I ever glad I seized this moment. The photo has not been manipulated but the building looks more like a painted image, an impression of reality, than reality itself.
I couldn't pass up capturing this image of Paul and me on a late afternoon ride through the corn stubble.
Just a normal thing to see in the garden here. An upside-down snow covered chandelier. A study in the power of value and shape and mystery.
Another "screen shot" taken through the car's wind screen. Never mind the look of the thickly painted clouds themselves but at the end of the road is a nautilus shell spiral which, a few seconds prior to taking this photo, was even more of a round spiral! I have never seen anything like that although I have been a fan of cloud formations forever. An image of measurable order brought to the chaos in nature. A reminder that balance and order can exist. Perhaps I should follow suit by starting with my kitchen table.
It's definitely Fall when you see a sight like this one. This composition appeared on Fruitville Pike, which I call Fruit Bat Pike, an old Monty Python reference, as I made my way to the Writer's Workshop. While stopped at a light, I managed to at least get this quick shot before other motorists; it was rush hour, of course; became too irked! There was no way to pull over at the moment but I wanted to document all of these black birds silhouetted on the wires.
I looked into the C&D Canal and there they were. Seaweed and foam had created delicate and subtle drawings on the water's surface. A fancy designer couldn't have chosen a more beautiful and harmonious palette.
FLOTSAM: figurative people or things that have been rejected and are regarded as worthless : the room was cleared of boxes and other flotsam.
Because these images might be defined as such does that make it so?
This is the second year for the butterfly garden and the Monarch Butterflies arrived, right on schedule, in August, to lay their eggs on the undersides of the Asclepias leaves. I actually witnessed this! The eggs hatched into lots and lots of these striped and ravenous caterpillars. At one point there were at least 30 of them on one plant! That left me worrying about the food supply so I carefully moved many of them to other Milkweed plants. They didn't miss a beat and kept eating until they were ready to crawl off to form their chrysalises, leaving the plants, well... The Asclepias Stripped Bare By Her Caterpillars, Even. Thanks Duchamp! Amazing to think that these resulting butterflies, hatched in my yard, will fly to Mexico!