Fragility In Yellow

Nature’s flair. Colorful, bright, fleeting. Something so delicate resting atop something so seemingly permanent. The imperfections give it character, the texture its gleam, and shadows reveal depth.

Hailey

She makes me laugh, has a swagger like John Wayne, and loves to play ball (especially if it’s with one that jingles). She is a very smart kitty and in the morning when I reach for my glasses on the nightstand, she will very carefully stretch out a paw and slide them to my hand -- understanding that if I can’t see, then I can’t feed her breakfast. Favorite spot: perched at the window that overlooks the back yard to watch all the wildlife that comes in for seed and water. Doves are her favorite, and a distinct chattering lets me know when they arrive. From time to time neighborhood cats stop on their way through the yard to visit with her for a bit or sun themselves in the mulch bed.

Elissa and Blue

My friend invited me to see her and Craving Blue compete Labor Day weekend. This was my first horse show. Fun, interesting, and educational. Elissa explained various aspects of what to look for in both the horse and rider’s body position and movement as they make their way around the arena, responding to instructions via the loudspeaker. There is still a great deal for me to grasp, but I look forward to making some more progress at the next show.

Splash of Orange

A bit of color to spruce up that damp New England rock that overcast morning. As a child I spent many an hour beachcombing, searching for and collecting shells with my parents, my sister, and my Grandmother. The Florida shores of sand were quite different than the rocky ones I found in Acadia National Park. Still, thinking back on those outings, the experiences each have their own charm and hold fond memories.

Oars in Autumn

The yellow wood siding with its small shadow lines makes a good backdrop for the worn oars’ multi-colored remains. Beat, broken, patched up, jerry-rigged, and algae covered. New England comes to mind: thoughts of boats leisurely rowing across small lakes or fishing trawlers returning to port. Jacket weather.

Another Cog

Some would consider it antiquated machinery. Yet another piece of the “if it isn’t modern, it’s flawed” logic. Thinking that everything has to be new and on the cutting edge to have worth -- one reason we have an abundance of empty retail space in abandoned strip malls while new free standing super structures go up one after another or why entire forests are being clear cut to make way for new developments and McMansions. “Bigger is better” -- another great mantra. There are perfectly good homes with character and charm available, but some can’t settle for less than a 40 room domicile for…2? Ask yourself, “What do I really need? What do I value?”

On the Road Again

Note the strong light. I spent the day out photographing and it felt good. Granted I’ve got a headache the size of O-klahoma from having my eye to the viewfinder for hours on end, but it was all worth it. I haven’t finished reviewing all of my images from the day, but a cursory review has more than a few standouts which I am very pleased with.