Author: Dave Ply
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98, 99, 100. This is it!
100 posts. Somehow, despite the snail-like pace at which I write, this will be my 100th little essay, my 100th excuse to share a picture or 10, my 100th effort to pitch content against the wall of the blogosphere to see what sticks. What have I learned after all that rigmarole?
Abiqua Falls
THUMP! Thumpity thump, crash, thump thump. The rock (or rocks?) continued to bound down the cliff I was hanging onto as the seconds rolled on, reminding me how far I had to fall should I lose footing with the other foot as well. Once I found a new foothold to replace that sizable sounding rock I’d knocked free I looked around for my wife – she was somewhere below.
Crystal Rhodies, Take 2
A year ago I took you on a tour through the Crystal Springs Rhododendron Gardens in Portland. I had the best of intentions at the time, bringing along my digital SLR and extra lens, but upon arrival discovered I wasn’t fully loaded for bear – I’d left the SLR’s memory card at home and was obliged to shoot with the phone camera. This year we went again, and I remembered all the good gear. Did it make any difference?
Two Eyes, Tulips, One Camera
In my last post, I riffed on variations of a single picture of tulips using “Virtual Paint“. In this post, we’ll explore how many different varieties of tulips can be found in one special place.
And if that’s too boring, just enjoy all the bright colors.
Virtual Paint
Some folks can sit down and look at a subject, put pencil to paper, and draw an amazing likeness. Others can set paint to canvas and create a work of art that intrigues or inspires the onlooker.
I am not one of those people.
My Brew Kettle
I’m not in the habit of taking on challenges from other bloggers, be it photography or writing. But Greg over at Almost Iowa has put out a challenge to write about “My Stuff“, something he’s been doing with great success for years, and I couldn’t resist. Greg puts a new spin on homespun humor and wisdom, check him out.
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The rich aroma of brewing malt and hops filled my nose, the house, and possibly the neighborhood as I peered into the bubbling cauldron of my brew kettle. A dark, chocolaty concoction for a batch of Porter boiled away, both a visual and olfactory delight, suggesting the rich flavors that in due time would greet the tongue.
Park Places
When is a cathedral not a church?
New Toys
Some guys get their jollies from new power tools. Others, from a new set of golf clubs or a drone to fly around the neighborhood. We all, with any luck, have interests outside of putting food on the table and paying the bills, and often those interests have “toys” that support them.
Hurtling Down the Mountain
Beep, beep, beep, boop! The countdown at the starting gate sounded its tones and the two skiers pushed off, trying to get up to speed before swinging into the slalom gates. I was one of them.
