Goodbye Nubble Light, goodbye 2022!
Another year almost gone - and not exactly a good one! I lost my oldest living relative (at 94) and two cousins (one to COVID, one to suicide). I broke my arm (through and through!), could have easily died doing so, and was basically an invalid for the next three months, but somehow emerged as strong as ever (albeit with an arm that's a little bit crooked).
2022. I've lived through worse years. 2003, when my mom died. 2010, when my dad died. 2021, when my wife's uncle and both of her parents died within days of one another (of COVID). What can I say, except - I'm glad I'm still alive, glad I'm about to bag another year!
I took some photos this year (surprisingly, about twice the number I took last year, though not nearly as many as I did in the prior years). Seems I’m becoming a lot more selective as I get older. That’s a good thing!
There is a certain esthetic that I like, and this photo is a good example. Bright colors (extending just enough past what can be believed to be real). Sharp edges cutting into the mist, a hint of multi-dimensionality, a sense of motion, of passage of time.
What I like about this one in particular (above the above) is its musicality. Now I can’t play any instrument for $h!t, but I can hear the invisible fingers ping the rocks, as though they were piano keys, one by one, from bottom to top, toward the crescendo that is the lighthouse and the red-roofed/ red-sided structures to its left. Then the fast moving clouds… I imagine they take you, viewer/listener, out of the picture, only to bring you back, half circle, to the point you started from.
Goodbye Nubble Light, goodbye 2022!
Another year almost gone - and not exactly a good one! I lost my oldest living relative (at 94) and two cousins (one to COVID, one to suicide). I broke my arm (through and through!), could have easily died doing so, and was basically an invalid for the next three months, but somehow emerged as strong as ever (albeit with an arm that's a little bit crooked).
2022. I've lived through worse years. 2003, when my mom died. 2010, when my dad died. 2021, when my wife's uncle and both of her parents died within days of one another (of COVID). What can I say, except - I'm glad I'm still alive, glad I'm about to bag another year!
I took some photos this year (surprisingly, about twice the number I took last year, though not nearly as many as I did in the prior years). Seems I’m becoming a lot more selective as I get older. That’s a good thing!
There is a certain esthetic that I like, and this photo is a good example. Bright colors (extending just enough past what can be believed to be real). Sharp edges cutting into the mist, a hint of multi-dimensionality, a sense of motion, of passage of time.
What I like about this one in particular (above the above) is its musicality. Now I can’t play any instrument for $h!t, but I can hear the invisible fingers ping the rocks, as though they were piano keys, one by one, from bottom to top, toward the crescendo that is the lighthouse and the red-roofed/ red-sided structures to its left. Then the fast moving clouds… I imagine they take you, viewer/listener, out of the picture, only to bring you back, half circle, to the point you started from.