Author: pixellogia

As promised yesterday, here is what I was working on with the salt and needle.

I am not a big Christmas fan and I have been tired of it this year since before Halloween. As a result, I felt that a little encouragement was due to all those who like me are a bit grinch this time of year, and also to those who love this time of year but are getting tired of all the things that you have to do around the holidays. So, take a load off for a few minutes, take a few deep breaths and remember it’s ok.

Today I thought that I would put a picture of me working on the picture I’m going to post tomorrow. I think that with the ubiquity of Photoshop and camera-phones it can be easy to dismiss photography or at least under value it as an art form. Drawing and painting are seen as higher forms because they require special talent and since everyone has a camera these days people don’t often think what goes into a good photograph. 

It can take a lot of time and effort to set things up for a picture, and you can’t always decide where the clouds will be or where the light comes from in a photograph. You can do that in a painting. With a photograph you may have to wait a long time or move things around in the studio to make it right. I know that with photo editing tools you can do a lot of cheating like replacing backgrounds and doing composites, but I consider that photo-art and not photography. I’m sure lots of people would disagree with me and we could have a lively conversation on the matter, but I prefer to use what I get out of the camera with a few minor tweaks to color or contrast. Call me a purist, or crazy, or what you will.

Anyway, this is me moving salt crystals with a needle point. It can get tricky because if you get the point in the wrong spot, sometimes the crystal jumps. Tune in tomorrow and I will show you what I created.

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.

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.

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.

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.