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?
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.
When is a cathedral not a church?
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.
What to do, what to do?
On a typical Monday afternoon I do a volunteer shift at a local animal shelter, showing cats for adoption or doing a bit of socialization with them if things are slow. But this past Monday I had a quandary.
The first snowflakes descended around 5:30 PM. I thought little of it; there wasn’t that much snow in the forecast, and by the time it amounted to anything everyone should home and snug. Little did we know.
* It was so cold, the politicians had their hands in their own pockets.
It was so cold in Beverly Hills even folks without Botox couldn’t move their faces.
Spring is Sprung
Fall is Fell
What the Hell
The gloom of the nearly denuded trees and the cement gray skies outside puts me in mind of this old bit of doggerel, but begs the question: is Fall Fell because the leaves all fell from the trees, or is it Fell in the more ominous context – i.e. one fell swoop?
Thumpa, thumpa, thumpa, thumpa.
The caller beat out a rhythm. “Dig, dig, dig, dig!”, he yelled out as he beat his cadence, exhorting us to get the dragon boat moving. The race was on.
When is a parade not a parade?