Today seems like a photo post kind of day, which is my way of saying that my brain feels completely devoid of content, so I’m going to force you all to look at pretty pictures, because that is how I roll. I hope it’s not too much of an imposition. And, if it is, well, that’s what archives are for.
I post everything straight out of camera, flaws and all. I really miss processing in a darkroom, and using photo editing software just doesn’t feel the same. Not that I think it’s cheating or any such nonsense, mind, I just want that tactile sensation of working directly with film and photo paper, you know? Either that or I’m looking for excuses to avoid having to learn how to use photo editing software, because my learning curve is steep and my patience is low. I’ll let you decide.
I’ve been taking a lot of pictures of the garden lately, because I’ve been sticking close to home when I’m not traveling and, well, there are lots of neat things to photograph. I have kind of a thing for following flowers from budding, through opening up, to crumpling back up again and losing their petals, one by one. This anemone was in the between-stage, beaten down by the March rains but still hanging on.
I found this at an abandoned house on the south side of town. Poor rake. It had so many good years of life left in it before someone left it out in the rain. For years.
I have such a fondness for things that grow on the beach. It is sandy and salty and sometimes wet, and yet they persevere. This is from Ward Avenue….
And this is at the Pudding Creek estuary.
I am not slacking in the headstone department!
Speaking of Pudding Creek, here’s the bridge!