CRASH!
Before most of the country went into deep freeze, before Texas dominated the headlines with broken pipes and a broken power grid, Oregon was already under a coat of ice. But before even that, in the wee hours of a windy January night, our tale begins.
Continue reading “A Winter’s Tale”
What do you do when you have a blog oriented around travel photography, and the dictates of a global pandemic says, “thou shalt not travel!”
Continue reading “Ain’t That Just Dandy”
A few weeks ago, I published a post that asked, “Who Needs Color, Anyway?“, showing beauty in black and white. The premise suggested that we find beauty in form, texture, and contrast; that color was just window dressing.
This post suggests that premise was a bunch of hogwash; that color is intrinsic to beauty, and the living colors of nature are exhibit A.
When we think of flowers, the first thing that comes to mind are the colors that give each of them their distinct character, beauty, and mood.
But are colors really necessary to make a flower beautiful?
Eeeeeeeek!!!!
The bloodcurdling shriek echoed through the office, grabbing everyone’s instant attention. What could possibly have triggered such a terrified cry?
It seemed almost to have sprung up overnight. Long, lean, and wiry with a spiky mop-top. What was it?
Every year, in late winter and early spring, Mother Nature sets a time bomb.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
What is there to photograph in the gloom of February?
I wondered, for a few seconds, if I was dreaming.
Looking out at the wall, a sea of arms looked back at me, waving. Each arm showing shades of grey, corpse-like, yet animated. Was this for real, or a nightmare? Continue reading “Acts of Deception”
Here’s a challenge for you. Name a shrub that flowers in the middle of the winter. I’ll even show you a few pictures.
Plying Through Life 