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Posted: July 9, 2016 in 60mm lens, My Backyard, Photography

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At some point during my rain shower photo shoot on Thursday, I decided to get down under the hostas, rather than shooting them from the top, resulting in a completely new perspective. And lots of wet clothing.

I’m more than a little disappointed in the neighbors and the people who drove by whilst I was shooting. One would think that the sight of a woman stretched out full length on a sidewalk would excite some curiosity or concern, but apparently here in the Town of Scott, the Rugged Individual is allowed to do his/her own thing without folks getting all judgy on them.




Posted: July 7, 2016 in 60mm lens, My Backyard, Photography, Rain

It rained this afternoon, insistently for a while, but then it settled in to a soft and gentle sprinkle.

Gentle enough, as a matter of fact, that I went out and shot some lovely hostas in the rain.

And one Solomon’s Seal.


There’s a really interesting project you can do with your family that I call a “Square Foot Safari” and the premise is that there is a whole universe at our feet, but you need to get down there to see what is going on. Kids can sketch what they find in their one square foot patch, makes lists, write up observations or just be amazed by the whole experience.


Yesterday, I did my own version of a Square Foot Safari which involved laying down on a blanket in the far corner of my backyard and shooting what I found using my 60mm lens. I made up my own rules and those rules were essentially that if I could reach something by rolling over or propping myself up on my elbows, it was all good. But I was not going to get up from that blanket.


In part, that is because I like parameters and rules and plans, even if they are just things to ignore, but mostly because it was a simply glorious day and I was very comfortable right where I was.

I was even okay with the wildlife that roamed into my space:


My safari journal:

When I felt that I had successfully catalogued my little corner of the world, I put my camera aside, rested my cheek on the blanket, and promptly fell asleep.

Anyone will tell you that a safari can be exhausting.









Total disclaimer here: Wabi Sabi doesn’t even remotely claim to know about cars. I drive a silver Camry and  I frequently wander around parking lots, attempting to get into random silver vehicles, wondering who left a bag from Target on my front seat or just when did I acquire a small dog?  For that matter, who is that old man and why is he frantically locking all the doors?

I’ll bet I wouldn’t have that problem if my car sported a fine work of art on the hood.

These hood ornaments are all from the late 1940’s-early 1950’s and are made from Lucite. From what I’ve read, they were designed to light up …well, maybe glow softly would be more accurate. First set: two shots of a Desoto ornament.

 Moving on: Two different Pontiac pieces. (I’ve seen them identified as from the Pontiac Silver Chief.) I seriously love the first one.

The next, taken from two different angles, is from a Chevrolet. Reality check: I’m in a junk yard in the Deep South.  It would be lovely to wash these pieces up and make them look all spiffy, but rust and weeds and trees growing up right through the middle of the cars…not to mention spider webs and bugs that I don’t even want to think about… are the order of the day.

And all that broken down crusty and rusty is exactly why I find shooting in this place to be a completely awesome experience.

Still…I do wish I could have shot a buffed up version of this red piece.

Finally, a broken-but-still-cool  Ford hood ornament:



More art and history still to come.

More of the shade garden in a gallery of impressions–light, movement, color, grace.

I talked with the daughter of a well-known painter a few years ago and she told me that once, when her father left for trip to South America, he did not pack any green paint because he wanted to be forced to paint the richness and variety of what he saw, rather than someone else’s narrow definition of green. Working with my shots of the past few days, that story kept popping up in my thoughts. Green? The possibilities are wonderfully infinite.

Taking a two week break (really? Didn’t you just take a couple of months off?) to visit my family in the south and, on the way there, a return visit to…drum roll, please…the Junkyard of My Dreams! 


Lily of the Valley, after her morning shower. No flowers yet, but some tightly-held promises that she will grace us with delicate white blooms within the next few days.

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“For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.”

From The Song of Solomon, Book Two, Lines 11-13

Solomon’s Seal is up and ready to flower. Portraits taken Thursday morning. The blue flowers are borage.