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A pair of Bald Eagles look over the big pond at Willband Creek Park to see almost no waterfowl in evidence. What few were around were mostly hidden in the bulrushes..
In olden times, you designed your buildings to stand where they found space. These days, beautiful old buildings in Brussels are simply demolished to make way for the shoebox-shaped monstrosities Eurocrats and Belgian companies appear to like so much.
A thin red line on the horizon marks the finality of the setting sun. If you look carefully, there's also a red halo encircling the space where the sun has just been. Photo taken last year at Lake Erie in Northeast Ohio. No Photoshop was used on this image.
I used to have a very analytical approach to writing. In my old way of thinking, you started at the beginning and concluded at the end. That kind of thinking tends to really stymie creative expression. Much the same as getting so mired in the technical aspects of photography that you lose sight of the goal. I vividly recall sitting down to write something, and totally bogging down attempting to write the perfect lead sentence in my head. Sometimes 45 minutes would tick off the clock and all I had to show for it was a blinking cursor where the first letter was yet to be typed. A total exercise in frustration that in itself was guaranteed to inhibit further progress. Somewhere along the way I decided to just hurl myself at storytelling. Literally just jump in somewhere and allow it to go where it would. It's not unlike my approach to photography and I think sometimes it's why I'm able to mesh the visual with the written narrative. The act of writing has become less about thinking of words and more about trying to limit the torrent of thoughts that seem to appear on the screen. Of course some days are better suited to creativity than others. Sometimes I just want to go mow the lawn or do something physical rather than mental, or find a task that requires little thought. I see this as a way to recharge the creative batteries. Invariably once I engage in a non-creative task, my mind begins to go into overdrive, as thoughts and ideas swirl about. Sometimes things gel; other times it's a simple phrase or meme that gets stuck in my mind. Sooner or later it will find an outlet. I'm often amazed at how these little flicker narrative spin up, seemingly out of thin air. Once a photo posts, I just sit down and bang out some random thoughts with little or no forethought. It just goes where it goes in the five to ten minutes allotted to the task. I find any more than that and it sounds over worked and not spontaneous. If there's a tie in to the photo, great. If not, still great. In this case, I was walking around in my backyard yesterday now that the snow is melting. The area is littered with debris and fallen branches and limbs. Edging may way into the woodland, I came across some frighteningly large bits, ones that surely would have caused injury or worse had they landed on someone. Each year I think all the deadwood has fallen, but each year more is produced. It's a cycle without end. Anyway the deadwood meme is what stuck in my head and it reminded me of this scene at a local abandonment. I recall gravitating to the fallen branches protruding from the snow. It was a visual subtlety that greatly enhanced the mood and atmosphere.
thin cracks in dryed clay
Cracks on the base of the master model for the Sisyphos casting tool after demoulding from the new build mould.
I shot this scene from a small board. Seen at the Chinsegut Conservation Center, north of Brooksville, Fla.
Since July 7th, at least 10 American law enforcement officers have been killed by gunfire in the line of duty, with many other being wounded.
My father is a police Sergeant, so I can attest to the extreme difficulties police face everyday. While not all police are honorable (as it is in all professions), the majority are just as much heroes as out military veterans. They are often treated like dirt by people they deal with everyday, encounter very traumatic situations on a regular basis, and face the reality that the next traffic stop could end their life. A significant percentage of officers struggle with PTSD, but usually don't ever receive any form of treatment. Their job is tough enough without having to worry about being gunned down simply for wearing the badge. I ask you to support American police officers in this time, and pray that peace would come to our country.
The top black line represents the public, the blue line represents law enforcement, and the bottom black line represents criminals. The Blue Line is all that stands between the two.
A beach near Lizard point during some nice light. I liked the simplicity of this although it isn't particularly inventive or anything. The light just seemed enough. Thanks for all the comments on the last shot, much appreciated.