Posts Tagged ‘Brilliant Color’

“For the love of God, Montressor!”

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The Cask of Amontillado, alternative ending.

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts.

My very best wishes to you.  May you be wildly successful in every part you play this year.

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Door #12, final offering in a 12-part series.

I hope you’ve enjoyed the door series.  In the process of choosing twelve, I found many others that I really like. I’ll continue to post more doors–just not daily. (You deserve a break.)

Because people have been kind enough to ask: it’s been two weeks since my grandson’s accident. He can shuffle down the hall with assistance, message friends on FB and might even get some broth (!) in another day or two. All in all, progressing well.

Oh Lord, stuck (outside of) Lodi again.

Somewhere on Wisconsin Highway 60 in the more or less general vicinity of Lodi.

Which is my way of saying that I know the highway I was on and the general stretch of that highway and at least one nearby town and after that…not so much.

(I’ve only recently taken to tucking a small red notebook in my gear bag just to note areas I am shooting in. From time to time, I even remember to use it.)

These buildings exercise a particularly powerful pull. There are so many of them huddled together, all in different shapes and sizes and all sporting that brilliant color.

As much as I love shooting pictures like this, I’m always left wondering about the backstory.  Who lived here? Why is the place abandoned?

I wish I had a lens that could move freely through time,  letting me catch the kids and barn cats and women hanging wash who continue going about their business just outside my field of vision.

I love the color red.

Although my wardrobe careens crazily across the entire spectrum of black, I will nonetheless confess that I am helpless when confronted with a pair of red shoes.

Do not look in my closet.

Red leather boots, four red cars and several years when I chose to have red hair: I believe I have established my red bona fides and we can move on to the topic at hand.

At the rear of the Feed Mill of the Gods there is what appears to be an addition to the original structure. I think it is mostly cement block with wood and then some metal siding in places . There’s also a little particle board and plaster happening, probably from later repairs.

Best part? It’s all painted a glorious red. This was a good deep-throated red in its time. As the building began its slow slide into ruin, wood and siding began to peel back, leaving a rich chorus of rough textures and a determined red paint that is just not going to go quietly.

To my eyes, the results looked like a series of glyphs or runes.

You know, legend says that Leif Ericson and his Viking crew pushed westward into Minnesota as they explored this new Vinland.

Maybe these are messages left by long-vanished Norsemen, messages which are only now emerging from beneath the modern covers. Maybe they are summaries of battles, prayers to the gods or perhaps even an ancient Viking “to-do” list:  “Running low on red paint…must find more…”

From the Department of Useless Information:  The Wabi Sabi red shoe gravatar is a detail from the statue of Dorothy in Chicago’s Oz Park.

Continuing that walk in the arboretum…

The last post focused on details. This time, I just want to share color.

Sidebar: I’m shooting with a Canon 7D, using a 50mm f1.4 lens. I shoot everything in RAW so that I can correct exposure and balance in the computer. (And, that’s mostly what I confine myself to for my blog pictures.) If you’re not familiar with the 50mm at a wide-open aperture, these pictures are pretty good examples of what you get: such a shallow depth-of-field that the leaves, twigs, and anything else directly behind the subject are transformed into lines and smudges.

Sumac really comes into its own in the fall. And, once the brilliant red stage is past, there’s this:

I  think of them as sumac prayer flags.

There’s white oak:

And once again, I’ve saved my favorite for last:

Next post: The 50mm walk was so much fun, I decide to take a 60mm walk as well.  

A walk in the arboretum with my 50mm lens.

When I bought this lens, I opted for the 1.4 version and I’m glad I did. I generally shoot with the aperture wide open because I really like that shallow depth of field.

 

The resulting blur and/or bokeh effects give a nice painterly quality to pictures.

I walk in the arboretum several times a week, but I rarely bring a camera, even my point and shoot. I know me: I  would just wander around following the next flashy leaf or alluring seed pod and a 3 or 4 mile walk could end up being timed with a calendar, not a watch. However, Friday made me realize that one more heavy rain will probably wipe away any remaining color.

I only brought my camera with the 50 already on…no gear bag.  This meant, of course, that I couldn’t properly catch the turkeys who hung around, coyly ducking behind trees when I aimed the camera at them.

New career path: Poultry Papparazzo.

Saved my favorite shot for last:

For the first day of Fall, an early morning visit to our local Farmers Market. Visual poetry in blazing color using vegetables as verbs.

Tomorrow: The pumpkins wrote poetry of their own.