There was no crimson sunrise today so Twinkie is going to get here picture posted today.
I worked long and hard with Twinkie as a puppy to try to get her to do tricks like sit, lie down, roll over and play dead. Twinkie will pretty much do anything for a treat. So if she can tell that you have one, she will sit down, lie down play dead, briefly, and then roll over. If you are lucky she will calm down enough by the fifth or sixth try to pause after lying down until you make a shooting noise for her to play dead. She may even stay that way until you tell her to roll over. But hey, anything for a treat.
Red skies at morning… I’m sure glad that I live somewhere landlocked.
I planned a Twinkie follow up to yesterday’s Waffles but when I woke up to this nice red sky I felt like I needed to use it instead. So, that means that Twinkie will have to wait another day for her 15 minutes of fame. Actually, since only about 3 people read this it might be closer to 15 seconds, but she’s a dog, so she’ll have to take what she can get.
I’m not sure what a red dawn really means for sailors, but it is an omen of some kind. The thing is that omens mean different things to different people. I guess a superstitious sailor might have found something menacing about this morning, but I found it pretty striking and beautiful.
That difference in understanding is something I have been thinking about today as I have been working on some other projects. When I put together a picture I often have something that I want to get across, or a certain audience that I want to communicate with. I think that is kind of the point to displaying art, you want to connect with people. That can be incredibly intimidating, you never know how things are going to be taken. I guess you just have to hope that eventually someone will get what you are trying to say, or they will find something meaningful for themselves in what you do. Perhaps, someone will just find it nice to look at, and I guess that is enough.
He looks like a lot less of a punk than he really is, but I still like him.
Yesterday, my friend asked me to photograph her dogs for her. This is Waffles. He’s kind of a punk sometimes but here he looks way more innocent than he really is. He also looks happy, but I guess that is because he is planning something.
I’m not sure what to say about this today. I’ve been trying some things out just as experiments and this is the picture I decided to post for the day. Santa is watching, big brother is watching, Sauron is watching, and now it looks like I am watching. Wha ha ha ha… or something.
A little paper, some food coloring, a Phd in Psychology and viola — all your psychoses are belong to us.
For a while there, my floor looked a bit like Jackson Pollock threw up all over it. In the end I came up with this. What is it? Well, that is a question for you and your answer will tell me all about you. Maybe things you didn’t even know about yourself. Maybe not. It is possible that there would be some interesting interpretations though.
I guess that we can all look at the same picture and see different things. We all have our cancer stories some good, some bad. In some ways it probably depends how we look at them what we see. Unfortunately, I think most of them have a great deal of suck involved. Hopefully, some day, the cancer stories will be more like “I had a cold” stories instead. That would be a great day, when a disease that is so destructive has a cure that makes it benign except for the rare case.
I seem to gravitate back to the cemetery from time to time. As I wandered around I observed the tracks in the snow. Often when I go to the cemetery, I’m the only one around. Since it snowed yesterday I was able to see where the visitors had been. It is kind of like a history in the snow. It always makes me happy to see that people are being remembered even after they are no longer here with us.
That doesn’t have much to do with the mountain. I just found that it was a pretty sight looking down on the cemetery or a pretty view if you are in the ground… and have x-ray vision.
The standoff ended at high noon when the opposition just melted away.
Today it snowed. Which got me thinking, what if snowmen had snowball fights? It seemed like that would be like feeding a hamburger to a cow. I will admit that this got a little dark, but it has such potential for captioning.
You can tell by the name that Frosty was a cold hearted killer.
“Hey guys! Heads up.”
Well, at least he isn’t going to bring the heat.
We would arrest him, but there are no bodies.
If you put your mind to it, I’m sure you can come up with your own. Enjoy.
You are getting sleepy, very sleepy. Now you want to donate to cancer research.
If you do a picture like this with a flashlight or some other focussed light you get very distinct edges like a spirograph. With glowsticks, there isn’t a point of light, it is a stick, so the picture looks blurry, but it isn’t. It is more like a light painting with a paint roller instead of a fine brush.
I liked the way this picture looked, even though it doesn’t have the fine points that these pictures usually display. The brighter lights are where there are bubbles in the glowstick so there are blank areas next to bright ones that make it look like a point of light moving instead of a band.
I can’t say that today I have much to say. I decided to post a picture of a puppy today, because puppies are cute and sometimes you just need a nice uplifting picture.
Atlas, the guy with the world on his shoulders. Or, maybe it’s Hercules taking over for a short spell. This was the third picture that I took that I was thinking of making into a triptych.
I guess that it seemed like the squished man, Sisyphus endlessly pushing the rock up a hill and Atlas carrying the world on his shoulders just seemed to go together. I guess that it is three ways to deal with challenges. You can let them crush you, you can endlessly push at them and feel like you aren’t making progress or maybe you can pick them up and carry a weight that you never thought you could hold.
