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This old shipping palette makes one side of a compost bin, and it gets some colors from the various paint projects I have done the last few years (this is where I clean my brushes). Green is the bathroom cabinet; Navajo White i the kitchen wall, and blue are the kitchen cabinets.
The fresh paving on the main thoroughfare in Strawberry called for a Belly on the Road photo. You can only do these by getting down to the ground.
Right across from my mailbox.
After tonight's #netnarr twitter chat on Alchemy, it was fitting to make some home mad crust and pizza with pesto made from basil I picked in my living took, plus chicken leftovers..
Eugene greeted me with a salute and by yelling "U.S. Army!" and snapping off a few more salutes. He told me he was back from Iraq where he'd blown off most of his legs. He'd been a Sargent. Pointing to the house behind us, festooned with American flags and red, white and blue banners, he said that was his house. Pointing farther down the road he told me that was the family store and that he'd grown up here.
He pulled out his wallet and held out his ID card. I peered at it but he continued to hold it out until I took it. A few more salutes were exchanged. Eugene told me he liked to draw and indicated his tattoos which he sketched and his brother inked in. He then took off his shirt to show more the tattoos which led to this photograph.
I left not entirely sure what I really knew but he did brighten my day and hopefully I did the same for him.
This picture is #48 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page
These books have changed my thinking in profound ways, or, riffing off an old Van Morrison tune, and they changed me to my soul ...
@netnarr #dda351 Digitized in my alchemy lab for today's #netnarr Daily Digital Alchemy. Mirror Portrait.
Denali attracts hundreds of thousands of visitors each year thanks to its spectacular wildlife. One of the best ideas ever enacted was to require visitors to ride a bus into the park, rather than allowing everybody to drive their own vehicle. A traffic jam in Denali means there’s something to see, not something to stress about. Denali’s wildlife is free to roam where they will and because of the reduced vehicle traffic, they often come right up to the road where visitors can get a good, close look. It is possible to see all of Denali’s Big Five—grizzly bears, wolves, moose, Dall sheep and caribou—from the bus.
This was the second part of my contribution for the #SelfieUnselfie project; the selfie photo was from a few days ago.
I take and share many photos but almost none are selfies. I might say my expression is what I see through the camera. But maybe I carry and create assumptions when seeing the selfies of others. There is no single way to categorize them all in terms of intent.
And I do enjoy taking candid photos of people's faces, capturing them as they are when they do not see my camera. From this exercise, my thinking of selfies may be shifting, as it's really digs into the innate curiosity and affinity we have for the human face, especially the eyes. I always look closely at the eyes. Maybe it's less about trying to show what I want other people to see, and maybe to capture my own image, unaware of the camera.
For the unselfie, initially did not want to go literal with objects, but it did make sense as objects are storied. I ended up with an idea of placing them on the edges, to create a large negative space. It came together around a theme of things in my life I have doubted myself on or told myself I was not good enough.
From the top, I fell in love with the field of geology as an undergraduate students frustrated with computer science as a potential career (note the irony). I loved that it took my outdoors, on adventure, and I was on a path of academic success with the things I can do (write, create media). But I knew internally that I lacked that true natural instinct I saw in others, and that some how I was faking it. I still love rocks.
As a teen I shared the dreams of being a rock and roll star. Maybe that would make people like me. My parents agreed to pay for lessons, and after three months of staying with it, they replaced the cheap rental guitar with a "real one", that is the one I still own, that I still am trying to become proficient. After all this time, I am not any kind of virtuoso, but am comfortable now with what I can do, rather than focusing on what I can't. I am preparing to do my first public performance at an open mic night.
I love food, eating it. In the last few years, I have taken on the challenge of learning how to prepare it, and I have to say my home made pizzas, soups are quite good. I've taken on making from scratch basics like salad dressing and pizza sauce.
I always hated running, and I still do. I'd rather do almost anything, But in 2008 I made a secret challenge to myself to run a half marathon. I finished, did about 5 more, and 2 more full marathons. I never got a runners high, but did relish the sense of accomplishing something I said I could not.
And all of these things carry a theme of finding the love in what you do, our own way of doing it, of going about it as a practice, and getting over what you say you cannot do. I've put love itself in the middle of the things I might wrongly say I "can't do." I was both married and divorced, both of which I vowed to never do. I've had passionate romances that ended in epic failure I take as my own. I was ready to accept there would be no more.
Then of all things, I saw a glint of light on a photo of a fence line. And have found what I thought not possible in a most unexpected place.
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These are the things I thought I could not do, and somehow managed to do anyhow.
My favorite pair of boots, Lariats, maybe 8 years old. I bought them with money from the sale of an internet satellite dish.
Hitting the road at 5:30am for an airplane flight has advantages when the night sky gives a quarter moon just above Venus. Here the scene is framed by 2 large Saguaro cacti along the Beeline Highway between Scottsdale and Payson.
An example of depth of field, focus on the near objects gently blurs the distant (compare next photo). Because of the lens, you rarely get this on an iPhone, but the very close focus forces the depth of field effect I use often in photos with my DSLR.
That's a found pair of frames with no lens, kind of handy,
This book on film and storytelling techniques ("The Lean Forward Moment") was sitting on the table where I sat today to do some work at the Tec de Monterrey campus.
And right there is mentioned "alchemy" -- a sign for #netnarr to come
I have a story.
The house I grew up in Baltimore was a split-level, the lower part was divided in half; the finished half was a family room, the other was "the back room" where the washer-dryer sat, but also piles of stuff, mysterious boxes, trunks, old tools, un-ridden bicycles, metal cabinets with musty coats, the old crib, boxes of Life magazines, some stacks piled high and filling a space you could not even see over.
At times I was curious enough to pull boxes down, off the metal shelves, to see what was in side. One time, I pulled a small box down and found a metal mess kit and this set of metal camping utensils. The snapped together neatly in a stack, moving items from right to left, the knife on the holder, fork on the knife, spoon snapping closed over the fork...
I had never been camping; in fact I did not even sleep a night out in the woods til senior year of high school. So I had no idea why this found object fascinated me, but I did not put them back- I "liberated" them to my own room and piles of stuff.
(I later found out my sisters had gotten these items as part of a girl scout thing they had done years earlier).
I've had this since, and once I did start camping, I found them the most indispensable items because they were solid, not only useful for eating, but doubling as cooking utensils, and i am sure my little 8 year old mind had no idea what the bottle opener was for.
Now I do.
So here I am some 40 years later, still using what I lifted from the "back room."
I hope I don't get in trouble for taking them!
Today's Daily Create assignment is:
Drawing a Household Object Two Different Ways
February 20, 2014
Draw a household object using the hand you don’t normally draw with. Then draw it again with your writing hand, but without taking the pen off the paper.
I'm on Emergency Family Leave putting in my week with my post-op open heart surgery Mom. She has a three-legged old-fashioned 1970's end table that I was looking at.
This is done left and right hand using a new app for me called Pen & Ink. It's a beautifully designed set of tools with ink washes, watercolor, erase and smudge tools, and a panoply of brushes, pencils, and pens--none of which I know how to use in their non-digital forms.
The once replaced harder drive on the 2009 machine (left) is giving out. I could not even repair or reformat it via target disk mode.
The Janion building looks spooky, even without the HDR (I've been wondering what the "end of the road" filter in HDR Efex Pro does). Nope, it's condos in process
Make that "micro-lofts"
During May and June, the Kahiltna Glacier base camp at 7,200 feet becomes an international meeting ground for people setting out to climb not only Mount McKinley, but Mount Foraker and Mount Hunter as well. Nearly 40 miles long, the Kahiltna Glacier is the longest glacier in the Alaska Range, beginning on the southwest slope of Mount McKinley and running south between Mount Foraker to the west and Mount Hunter to the east. The glacier and base camp are also popular with tourists on a sightseeing tour who fly over the mountains taking in the view, or for those on a glacier landing tour who want to touch down and see what it’s all about.
After doing some work to re-jig the battery of this Land Camera 210 I was ready to try some photos today. The Fuji FP100c film is new since I last tried the camera, I got a pack on Amazon to see if the old camera still works.
This camera belonged to my grandmother; the 210s came out in 1967, but I am not sure when she bought it.