Abundant spring rain paired with seasonably cool conditions gave us things to gripe about and a quality spring bloom. I’ve been slacking with posting them, but I have made some photographs as the flowers about my yard come and go.
As far as favorites go, peonies are up there. Probably top five. Their pink blossom is about as ephemeral as they come; felling themselves by any combination of weight, weather, or a Planck length of time. Nevertheless it’s a stunner. Much like its partner in pink, the cherry blossom, its blooming met with such anticipation of its coming, yet throttled back by the anxiety of its going. A mental push pull with good lessons to unpack for sure.
As for the goods: I present you with a 100mm macro photograph of a fresh opened pink peony blossom. Enjoy.
Seldom seen stirrings have set about my abode. Flowers are blooming amidst a rejuvenated yard; and indoors, far strangers things are afoot. An inspired streak of home making has left behind a proper office. No more work from home days set upon a wooden kitchen chair, flanked by hoarded boxes and a litter box. No more.
Now I’ve a proper space, replete with curated wall art, solid lighting, a growing brood of house plants, a proper office chair, and a rug that really ties the room together. Driving it all is the record player and fretless bass sentries to the sonic element. This minor bit of self care transformed the entire vibe of the house. From worst to first it is now the best room in the house.
And this relates to this neglect web site how? I’m not at all sure, but I can say it has my creative urge shifting out of groggy, why the hell did you wake me up? To rested and ready to go. It is with this preface that I noted my best clematis bloom in a decade so I set about making some macros.
Fast forward to file transfer and scanning through my frames I landed on this, the last shot. And for the first time in years lost to clear memory I made a photograph that hit that heart swelling of unlocked inspiritation and pride. A chasing the unicorn type feeling my friends and I quip as the ‘h chord’. The resonant buzz of flow in pure spirit.
Wherever this goes I am happy to be here. I missed this place. Cheers to the weekend.
It is 31 December and I am out of days. It looks like this will be the last backlog photograph I get to post in 2023. So let’s roll back to 5 September and my backyard hibiscus. Not a ton of floralmacro work this year, so it feels good to close out the year with this low key, cross process shot.
2024 is mere hours away. Let’s get after it. Be excellent to each other.
Time Marches On — 14mm | f/8 | ISO 100 | EXP 1/4 sec
2024 coming in hot! At this point years flip about as fast as single pages on a tear away calendar. It’s a gift to grow old. An opportunity to experience the relativity of time mounting years speed ever swifter.
Continuing my quest to rip through my 2023 backlog. I made this photograph at Dock Road on 30 November 2023. Happy to have another motion blur shot. I’m developing quite a gallery in this style, and it is a trend I will continue.
All my years making photographs in southern Ocean County, and I never before tread at Cloverdale Farm County Park. All this time a wonderful bit of landscape has sat in wooded hiding mere miles from my home. I had no idea. The park itself is an old cranberry bog, and it features wooded trails, duck blinds, and numerous shallow pools full of bramble and sedge. I wish I had this in my spot rotation years ago.
Here we have another blurry pan shot photograph. Only this time the camera motion is top to bottom vertical, instead of left to right horizontal. While we have an out of focus image, we know where we are, what we are doing; walking along a golden sun lit wooded trail at golden hour.
We are but a few days away from 2024 and I still I try to work through my 2023 photography backlog. With luck I will get a few more pictures posted before year end. Right in time for the best of 2023 year in photos retrospective. For reference, I made this shot on 2 December 2023.