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  • Lens-Artists Challenge #302 – Artificial Intelligence and Photography

    June 3rd, 2024

    In this week’s Lens-Artists Challenge, John of Journeys with JohnBo asks us to consider the role of Artificial Intelligence (AI) in photography, if it has any role. Specifically:

    The question for today is to what extent AI makes the work something other than photography and at what point should it be identified as such.

    Initially I thought I’d pass on this challenge. I already have a disdain for AI in how grifters have been using it to flood markets such as Amazon with AI-generated “garbage ebooks.” (See the Constance Grady’s article on this subject here.)

    But after reading a few responses to John’s challenges, I saw that AI could be fun, simply fun, to use. And if people are honest about their use of AI, particularly in photography and writing, then at least we can see how it might function as a tool.

    John’s challenge also stimulated discussion about what kind of post-editing photographers might use. I have not read every response to the challenge, but it seems that most of the photographers are like me: for example, I might crop a photo for a better close-up of my subject, or I might brighten the colors if the image seems murky. What I want to do in post-editing is try to help the viewer see what I saw with my naked eye, as close to Nature as possible. I don’t discuss post-editing, but if I was to do more, like, for example, take two photos and superimpose them, then of course, I would acknowledge that.

    A photo of Raji superimposed on a photo taken at the St. Marks National Wildlife Refuge.

    Did you know that WordPress has an AI Assistant? If you use Block Editor (which generally I don’t), about halfway down the right-hand sidebar under “Post,” you’ll see AI Assistant and an option to create an AI Featured Image. (Many thanks to Donna of Wind Kisses for alerting me to this feature.) I created the below image using the words “orange cat on beach” and saved it to my photos for upload.

    AI-generated image of orange cat on beach.

    Looking at some AI-generated images shared by the Lens-Artists team, I started to think about book cover designs. When I needed a cover for my short story “Love Me Tender,” I went to Canva which I had used to create cards. The hardest part about self-publishing my story was finding a book cover I liked. Many of the images offered by Canva are free and require no attribution, but Canva requires a subscription if you want to edit an image.

    So what about AI? Thinking about my novel Clemency, I decided to see what AI could provide me. The central character in Clemency is a young woman who has been convicted of killing her live-in boyfriend. The setting for much of the novel is a small coastal town that has seen better days. The opening scenes include the young woman appearing bloodied and carrying a knife.

    With that info, what kind of cover could AI generate? I provided the text: “young woman in shorts and a bloody t-shirt standing on a beach at night.” (Note: all the following images are AI-generated unless otherwise noted.)

    Ah … no. This woman doesn’t look like she’s in any kind of danger or distress. Maybe I need fewer words. How about “young woman, bloody t-shirt standing on a beach at night.”

    Oh, come on! Either the shirt is drenched in blood or AI thinks I mean blood-red. Determined to make AI work for me, I continued with various prompts until I got to these two.

    I’d be tempted to go with the first one because that’s obviously blood on the woman’s shirt, but I don’t want her facing the camera. In my mind, that is not what the main character looks like. Besides, there’s something incongruous about an bloody shirt on an otherwise unharmed woman. While the second image doesn’t show the kind of bloody shirt I want, I can see blood on the woman’s arm. She also looks vulnerable.

    For novels, I usually prefer book cover designs that are drawings or paintings, not photographs. Let’s see if AI can help me with that. So I asked for an “illustration of a young woman on a beach at night.” Just keeping it simple.

    Eye roll. I’m about ready to give up. Never mind the two or three moons, but the woman has three arms. I could lose readers with this one.

    One last try: “illustration of the back of a young woman wearing a bloody shirt holding a steak knife on a beach at night.”

    I give up.

    I have other alternatives, one of which would be to take photographs of a beach near me and then run the best photograph through filters until I get the image I want. If I’m lucky, maybe there’ll be a young woman at the beach wearing a bloody shirt and holding a steak knife.


    Many thanks to John for this fascinating challenge. I encourage you all to give the WordPress AI Assistant a try if you haven’t already. Just be honest and have fun.

    If you decide to play, please be sure to link back to John’s original post and include Lens-Artists in your tags so you can be found. If you’d like to participate in the challenge responses each week but aren’t sure how to get started, please check here. A big thank-you to Sofia for the lovely challenge to go Floral last week. Y’all know I love any opportunity to show off my flowers.


    I leave you with a real photo, no AI used.

    A boy and his brush.

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  • Lens-Artists Challenge #301 – Floral

    May 28th, 2024

    This week, Sofia at Photographias invites us to “go Floral”:  Let’s see Nature in all its glory and enjoy this beautiful time of the year. Let’s find different angles, play with post editing, get closer or further afield, find strange and unknown flowers and if you want to get some flower friends on the shot, that is allowed too. But mainly, have fun and look for the awesomeness that is all around us.

    I am all about having fun when it comes to flowers and photography. For this challenge, I’m focusing on the flowers in my gardens.

    First up, roses. Small, pink roses that were gifted to me in 1997 by a friend who was moving to Australia. I’ve come to call them “Kay’s roses” since no one can figure out exactly what they are, and because I always think of my friend Kay when I see the roses blooming.

    The next two photos are of Blue Mistflower (Conoclinium coelestinum) taken roughly three weeks apart. I thought this plant had died from the freezes we had over the winter. But, thankfully, it’s a hardy plant.

    The next three photos are of Bolivian Salvia (Salvia oxyphora). A couple of years ago, I had stopped to admire and photograph a large bush of these flowers at a neighbor’s house. The neighbor came out and offered me a “stalk” (it was at least two feet tall) that I then had to carry three blocks home because I was on foot. I planted the stalk in a pot and the blooms soon fell off. My instincts told me it would be happier in the ground than in a pot, so the following spring, I planted it in my little garden around our mailbox. It did not bloom at all last year, although it start to self-propagate. This year, to my delight, it’s blooming in earnest.

    This next fun little flower is known to some as Batchelor Button or Globe Amaranth (Gomphrena globosa). Another plant that I thought I had lost to winter freezes, but, obviously, it’s doing quite well right now. It seems to enjoy the light on our patio. Dragonflies seem to enjoy using this flower as a perch.

    Who would not recognize a Gerbera Daisy aka Barberton Daisy (Gerbera jamesonii)? It’s another flowering plant that is flourishing on our patio.

    I love the pink and orange of this Purple Coneflower (Echinacea purpurea). I bought this plant a few years ago and while in a pot, it rarely produced more than one bloom. Planted in our garden, it’s now sporting a couple of blooms and a few buds.

    Last but not least, this morning (this very morning of May 28, 2024), our Scarlet Rosemallow (Hibiscus coccineus) greeted me with two blooms. These flowers open and close often within a day or two so I wasted no time in capturing the moment. As you can see, though, we expect a few more blooms soon.

    I do love challenges like this as I’m often taking photos of flowering plants (even at garden centers).


    Last week, Ann-Christine challenged us to think in terms of Delicate, setting the challenge with her wonderful photos from Japan. It was great fun to see all the different interpretations of that deceptively simple word.

    If you’re interested in participating in this week’s Lens-Artist, please remember to link back to Sofia’s original post and to include Lens-Artists as a tag so others can find you. If you want to learn more about the Lens-Artists challenges, please see Johnbo’s post.


    Thank you for reading! Here’s a photo of Raji in action, playing with a shoelace.

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  • How I Self-Published a Short Story

    May 24th, 2024

    Recently a friend asked me to write about my experience with BookFunnel. This post will go beyond that since my experience is tethered to the publication of my short story, Love Me Tender. (For background on the story itself, read my post, Mother’s Day: Remembering My Mom and A Story to Give Away.)


    Please note that the links provided in this post are not affiliate links; that is, I won’t get a commission or other compensation if you click on them.


    I decided to self-publish Love Me Tender for two reasons: (1) the story is so personal that I simply didn’t want to deal with rejections any more; and (2) I wanted to test the waters of self-publication. I’ll be 67 next month and, although I’ve had a few publications over the years, I no longer expect or hope to become a traditionally published author. Time is running out. If I want to be read, I’ll need to do the publishing myself.

    But how?

    Vellum

    I did not want to work with Amazon, not for a short story anyway, and I wasn’t interested in learning how to do book design. Whatever I did, it had to be easy-peasy. I did a little online research (this article by Parrydox was particularly informative) and settled on Vellum software for creating ebooks and paperbacks. Two things sold me on Vellum: (1) the ability to set up and view my short story in ebook form before buying the software; and (2) the possible ease in uploading my story to stores such as Amazon. I say “possible” because I haven’t yet used that feature of the software. Early days.

    So I formatted, revised, and reformatted my story using Vellum and generated several different formats. Vellum essentially held my hand the whole way.

    Now what? How am I going to get my story into the hands of readers, or at least their electronic devices?

    BookFunnel

    I recalled getting emails from authors who needed ARC reviewers, and that most of them used BookFunnel to provide the ARC. So I went to BookFunnel. For a $20 annual subscription, I was able to upload the required ebook and print formats to make my story available–for free–to readers. I tested it and, frankly, it’s kind of cool to see my short story on my Kindle.

    BookFunnel does offer more than just a place to pick up a free ebook. You can require readers to provide their email addresses and develop a subscriber list. And BookFunnel has its own “bookstore.” But, again, early days. If I decide to self-publish my novels, it might well be worth using more of BookFunnel’s services.

    Now, what about readers who don’t use electronic devices to read? For me, there’s still nothing like holding a printed book in my hand. I tried formatting in Word, thinking I could print a few copies myself.

    HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

    Lulu

    Then I remembered Lulu. No, not the singer.

    I mean, Lulu, the online self-publishing book and ebook company. I had heard of Lulu through NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) years ago. Lulu held my hand as I uploaded my print file and reformatted the cover design to fit its specifications. I’ve since ordered several copies of my story to mail to family. It was not cheap but it was worth it. Lulu also has a bookstore and, holding my hand again, I was able to add my story to their bookstore in case anyone wanted to purchased a copy.

    I could price my story as I wanted as long as the price was above Lulu’s printing costs. I have no interest in making money off Love Me Tender so I set the retail price at a few cents over the printing costs.

    So, in a nutshell:

    1. Vellum.pub to create the ebook and paperback formats
    2. BookFunnel.com to provide the formats to readers for free
    3. Lulu.com to provide printed copies at cost.

    Since the publication of my short story on Mother’s Day, 15 copies have been downloaded from BookFunnel. More than I expected since the only “marketing” I’ve done is through this blog and a couple of social media sites.

    The responses from friends and family have been both gratifying and validating. If Love Me Tender is all I ever publish, I can be happy with that.

    Early days.


    So, dear Reader, have you self-published? What was your experience like, as far as getting your work into the world?

    Do you think I was trying to make it too easy on myself? Be honest.

    Any thoughts about making one’s ebooks available for free? On some platforms, there is endless (i.e., ad nauseam) discussions about why we writers should be paid for every single word we write. I understand that if writing is your livelihood, but if it isn’t … .


    Thank you for reading. I leave you with an oldie-but-goodie of Junior (RIP).

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  • Lens-Artist Challenge #300 – Delicate

    May 20th, 2024

    This week’s Lens-Artist Challenge is all about Delicate, hosted by Ann-Christine at Leya. Reading a few of the responses to her challenge has been inspiring. The challenge is simple:

    What is delicate to you? Feel free to use it in any meaning: exquisite, fragile, subtle, elegant…etc. 

    Sometimes I feel I see delicacy everywhere. Clouds appear delicate with their soft, fluffy forms. 

    Several weeks ago, these tussock moth caterpillars decided to hang out on the siding of our house. They seem so delicate that I’d be hesitant to touch them, which is a good thing because their “fur” can be irritating to human skin. 

    I believe I featured this little guy on my blog sometime ago. I think he’s a perfect candidate for this challenge, as he tries to maintain his grip on the lip of a large planter.

    Butterflies are a natural example of nature’s delicacy, or fragility.

    Finally, a photo that I had been wanting to share for a long time. While some might not see the alligator as a “delicate” creature, I do. Despite the facts that they can live to a ripe old age, and that they have been around seemingly for eternity, their habitat (and thus their existence) is always prey to that delicate balance between the needs of Nature and the wants of humans. 

    Although I was using the zoom on my iPhone camera, I was closer to this mama than I would normally allow myself. She was in the water and I was on a bridge, leaning over the railing, so I figure I had time to get away if needed. If she had been on land with her babies, we wouldn’t have even stopped. She had five babies with her, and I want to believe that she knew I meant no harm. The photo doesn’t do justice to actually being there. It felt like a gift, being to view this mother with her little ones.

    I was so glad they were in the water.

    Can a cat be delicate? Maybe not these two.


    If you choose to participate in this challenge, you might be careful of using flowers as next week Sofia will go Floral. 

    Please remember to use the Lens-Artist tag if you are participating, and to link to Ann-Christine’s original post. 

    Thank you and be well!

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  • Mother’s Day: Remembering My Mom and A Story to Give Away

    May 12th, 2024

    This is my first Mother’s Day without my mom. I don’t grieve my loss of her as much as I first did, but I miss her. She was 99, just over a month shy of turning 100, and she was done with life. She wanted to go, and it would be cruel of me to wish that she hadn’t. Instead, I’m grateful that she lived long enough for us to finally get along with each other.

    I am my mom’s youngest, and I was unexpected. I often felt unwanted as well, being that my birth and childhood seemed to coincide with my father’s decline into mental illness. When I was quite young, I was intimdated by my mother. She had a strong personality, and she didn’t seem to care how deeply her words might cut.

    When I became a teenager and then a young adult, we were like oil and water. She’d argue that she just wanted to be friends with me, protect me from the dangers of the world. I’d argue that I needed to make mistakes. I needed to be on my own.

    But there were other times. I confided in her when my boyfriend stood me up again, or when I found out that a different boyfriend had been cheating on me. When she couldn’t talk me out of moving to California, she took me with her to AAA and got me all the maps I’d need to find my way.

    There were times in my life when I thought I wouldn’t miss her once she was gone. It was easy to feel that way while she was alive, and we spent most of our time arguing.

    After her second husband died, and she was living on her own for the first time in her life, she changed. She mellowed. Live and let live. Other than the occasional admonishment to remember my brother’s birthday, we got along. She’d talk about birds mostly, or playing the slot machines at the casino, or getting her hair done, or going berry picking, or going to lunch with my sister and a few nieces. She’d talk about my sisters or the grandkids or her remaining siblings. Mostly she’d talk about herself.

    As the years went by, we had more frequent but brief conversations. She tired easily. And after her daughters had died, she cried a lot.


    In the spring of 1992, I wrote the first draft of a short story for a writing workshop led by Jerome Stern. I have spent the better part of my writing life trying to sort out my parents’ relationship and to see my parents as individuals, separate from me.

    Old photograph of young couple standing close in a yard.
    My mom and dad when they were so young.

    I wasn’t privy to their intimate moments, their lives before I showed up, and even after I was born, I was shielded from knowing too many details. So I had to turn to fiction to help myself understand what their lives might have been like.

    The result is “Love Me Tender.” My story is available through BookFunnel. You can download your preferred reading format through this link: Love Me Tender.

    Here’s a brief description:

    Sometimes we love someone we can’t help, beyond loving them. Irene Newkirk loves her husband but his mental illness continues to worsen despite hospital stays and treatments and Irene’s desperate efforts to keep her family whole. Love Me Tender tells the story of a few hours in Irene’s life as she comes to grips with the fact that her husband won’t be coming home again.

    Again, this story is free to read, unless you want a print copy which is available at Lulu.

    My story is not available through Amazon or any other outlet but BookFunnel and Lulu.

    Thank you!

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  • Five Things in Passing

    April 24th, 2024

    Writing

    I am still writing, just privately and inconsistently. I didn’t write at all while we were on our Eclipse trip and then not for a few days after we returned. And I was fine with that. And then I started again, reminding myself of all the things I do outside of writing so I wouldn’t be surprised when sometimes I forget to write.

    In the midst of all this, I finalized a short story that I plan to make available for free. I started the story in 1992 in a writing workshop with Jerome Stern. Although it is fiction, I had my parents in mind while I wrote it. Now that they are both deceased, I feel I can share the story now. I want to release it on Mother’s Day. Wish me well.

    Creativity

    I’ve been making potholders again, a few to gift to friends for upcoming special occasions. The rest will pile up until I can figure out what to do with them. I’ve also been knitting a pair of socks but I put those aside in order to knit a scarf. I bought this kit in Spruce –Bennet Bandana–from a shop in Thomasville, GA. It was a perfect knitting project for our trip: simple to knit, simple to stow in my bag. I could have brought the socks, but … well, I wanted a break from them.

    Garden

    When we got back from San Antonio, I was thrilled to find that our Bugleweed plant was straight-up blooming.

    Cluster of blue-flowered spikes and dark green leaves.
    Bugleweed in our side yard.

    Even more exciting, a small plant I had recently bought, and promptly forgot the name of, also started to bloom. Thankfully, I remembered to include the tag the plant came with: Fringed Campion.

    Small green plant with light colored bud.
    The first bud of my Fringled Campion
    Five-petaled pinkish flower with fringed edges.
    Bloom in Portrait mode.
    Four blooms of five-petaled pinkish flower with fringed edges.
    It’s blooming!

    Grief

    As Mother’s Day approaches, my mood is shifting downward. I know I’m adding to my stress by my plan to release a short story, but what else should I do? It will be my first Mother’s Day without my mom. How else can I honor her and my memory of her? And my sister Shirley. Almost two years she’s been gone and yet my heart still twists in pain when I see the Mother’s Day cards that I would have bought for her. There’s no getting over this kind of loss.

    Cats

    But for our cats, I’d be in a sorrier state. This guy here … we are now calling him Snugglebunny. He snuggled up to me all on his own. I’m so glad I was able to snap a picture and record the event.

    Orange tabby cat curled up on a bed.

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  • Playing Peek-A-Boo With the Sun

    April 10th, 2024

    Many if not most of you in the U.S. might have had the pleasure of viewing a partial solar eclipse. If you were really lucky, you saw the total solar eclipse. We were not lucky.

    After successfully viewing a total solar eclipse in Casper, Wyoming, in 2017, we wanted to do it again but this time, we wanted to leave the planning to someone else. A few years ago, my husband signed us up with a tour group that planned to view the total solar eclipse near San Antonio, Texas. Let me say at the outset that Twilight Tours was great. They took care of the hotel arrangements, food, and transportation to and from the viewing site in Uvalde. There were upwards of 400 people on the tour, but it went smoothly. Except for the eclipse itself.

    As late as the evening before, we all remained hopeful that the clouds that were predicted to bump up against the Texas coastline would break up, giving us at least some opportunities to view this amazing event.

    Blue sky with clouds over low beige buildings and sandy ground.

    The viewing site was at the Uvalde County Arena, a fairplex that includes a rodeo arena, pavilion, and RV parking stations. It’s also across from the county jailhouse, pictured above.

    Panoramic of sandy ground, cloudy skies, and a man looking up at the sky with binoculars.

    As the day progressed, our hopes sank. In the above 180-degree panoramic view, you can see only a patch or two of blue sky.

    Sky full of heavy dark clouds.

    For the rest of the afternoon, the sky stayed pretty much as it looked in the above photo. The clouds were moving quickly, though, and occasionally–especially right before totality, during totality, and just after–we got glimpses of the eclipse. I didn’t have a solar filter for my iPhone camera, but, in a way, I did get a photo of the total solar eclipse.

    Dark landscape with shadowy male figure.

    When the moon covered the sun, night fell. Outdoor lights came on, and the landscape became otherworldly. Above is another 180-degree panoramic of the site. Both the above and below photos were taken at 1:30 pm, give or take a few seconds.

    Dark gray sky, silhouette of trees, and a few scattered people on sandy soil.

    Some might say our trip was a bust. In fact, a few days before we were set to leave, we seriously considered not going because of the dismal weather forecasted for San Antonio.

    Our experience in seeing the total solar eclipse in 2017 will never be topped; at least, I can’t imagine a more exceptional experience. It was my first time, it was our wedding anniversary, and my husband got some amazing photos that day. (If you missed it, you can read about that experience in this post.)

    While this experience wasn’t exceptional, it was nonetheless interesting, fun, and fascinating. The only thing(s) I really missed were our kitties.

    Raji (ginger cat) and Wendy (Tortieco) in front of our windows.


    Now, your turn: Did you see any of the eclipse? Would you rate our viewing as a bust or success? Have you ever invested in a trip only to not go, no matter the cost?

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  • Spring Has Sprung!

    March 17th, 2024

    Hello, everyone! Spring has arrived here in north Florida, a real feast for the eyes this year. We credit a few long, soaking rains for the abundance of color.

    Magenta blooms from an azalea bush.
    Close-up of a variegated pink azalea bloom.
    Fat carpenter bee sucking nectar from a dark pink azalea flower.
    White azalea flowers.
    All together: magenta, pink, red, and white azalea flowers along our front yard.

    Elsewhere in our gardens …

    Bulbine with small yellow flowers and a bunch of buds.
    Woodland pholx: a bushy plant with purple violet-like flowers.
    Blue-eyed grass (grass with delicate blue flowers).
    Pink sorrel, a type of groundcover with pink, violet-like flowers. Grows wild.
    Columbine, a delicate plant with red flowers that hang like upside down tulips with yellow fronds.
    Close-up of a native pink azalea, petals not yet fully open.
    A bromeliad plant with several red and yellow buds poking upward.
    A red buckeye bush (or tree, I hope) with small red flowers on top.

    While color is bursting out all over in my little corner of the world, I’ve been busying myself with writing (more or less) and various handcrafts. I’ve knitted two pair of socks. One pair (not shown) is mostly purple. The pair below was not intended to be “mismatched.” I apparently drew from the wrong end of the yarn for one, but I really like how these turned out. I might do this kind of mistake on purpose next time.

    A pair of feet clad in striped socks, colors ranging from yellow to green to red to purple.
    A pair of feet clad in striped socks, colors ranging from yellow to green to red to purple.

    I also sewed the bag in this photo, finally finding something to do with the fabric remnant I bought years ago. It’s called a 4-corner bag (designed by Cocoknits) and was super easy to make. I have a fetish for bags and am enjoying this one so much I might make more.

    A bag made of light denim fabric with a muted flower pattern and leather straps.
    A bag made of light denim fabric with a muted flower pattern and leather straps.

    Finally, we’ve done a grownup thing and bought new living room furniture. The cushions and springs of our old furniture were fairly shot after 15 years of wear and the upholstery fairly destroyed after 15 years of tear by our cats. Note: Do not buy tapestry-like upholstered furniture if you have cats.

    A brown leather loveseat and a brown leather sofa in a living room with bare wood floor.
    View of a brown leather loveseat and a brown leather sofa in our living room.

    Raji and Wendy were quite put out by the loss of their beloved oversized scratching posts. We eased their adjustment by installing window perches behind the loveseat. We also covered the loveseat with a little-used comforter to protect it from the sun and make it more comfortable for our cats should they desire to stretch out.

    Raji (ginger cat) and Wendy (Tortieco) on their windowsill perches.
    Raji (ginger cat) and Wendy (Tortieco) on their windowsill perches.

    No one can say that we don’t try to do right by our kitties.


    I hope all is well out there among my far-flung online community. My writing is going well enough for me. My writing course is taking a break (as scheduled) until April 1 when we’ll start Session Two with new prompts among other goodies. Life is going well for us.

    We did the other grown-up thing with updating our Wills, Living Wills, and Durable Powers of Attorney for Health Care. If I learned anything in the last couple of years, it’s that you don’t want to leave your loved ones guessing.

     

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  • Bluebirds and Writing

    February 7th, 2024

    Bluebirds

    Monday evening I received this lovely bluebird in the mail. The bluebird from a gift from Zazzy, a blogging friend I’ve never met and only recently became acquainted with.

    Ceramic fat bluebird with patina of gold mostly on wings and tail. Beak is slightly ajar and pointed upward as if in greeting.
    Ceramic fat bluebird with patina of gold mostly on wings and tail. Beak is slightly ajar and pointed upward as if in greeting.
    Ceramic fat bluebird with patina of gold mostly on wings and tail. Beak is slightly ajar and pointed upward as if in greeting.

     

    I was quite moved to receive a gift and moved to tears that it was a bluebird. As many of you know, bluebirds are special to me as they remind me of people I’ve love and lost, like my stepdad,  his son, and my sister.

    This little guy is staying indoors, but I thought he would photograph nicely in natural light.

    Thank you, Zazzy, for warming my heart.

    Writing

    Just over a week ago I took a major leap and signed up for A Year of Writing Dangerously, hosted by Summer Brennan on Substack. I’ve been reading Summer’s work for a couple of years now and have taken her Essay Camps a couple of times. Before I signed up, I hadn’t been writing for a couple of months, at least not writing much of substance and it was starting to grate on me. But I was also depressed. Yup, that dark demon just won’t leave me alone. He likes to show up just when I’m starting to feel good about life.

    So it might seem contraindicated for me to join an intensive writing practice for a whole year. But I’ve been paying attention to Summer and the community building up around her, because of her. I know I’ll be in a safe place for writing. For one thing, I don’t have to share anything I write, ever. The focus is on developing a practice, finding those gems buried deep in the mounds of seemingly nonessential words, and then making them shine and sparkle. On our own. Summer will guide us through example and recommended readings. On Substack, we have something like a chat room where we can account for ourselves in whatever way we want. But we don’t have to share our writing, and I like that.

    For now, I want my writing to be for my eyes only. The writing I struggle with, that is. Book reviews, photo essays, things like that, can go out into the public sphere. That’s the whole reason for writing those. But right now, I need to just be writing and not worrying about whether my writing is boring or interesting.

    Today is Day 7, and I have written for seven days, writing about what I see and hear and remember. Ranting, which I still do a lot of, is not part of my daily writing assignment. It doesn’t count except to clear my head so I can write intentionally.

    So here I am. Zazzy’s bluebird couldn’t have arrived at a better time.

    Ceramic fat bluebird with patina of gold mostly on wings and tail. Beak is slightly ajar and pointed upward as if in greeting.
    Look closely and you’ll see my reflection on the bluebird’s breast.

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  • Lens- Artists Challenge #282 – Dramatic

    January 17th, 2024

    This week’s Lens-Artists challenge is hosted by Patti at https://pilotfishblog.com. She asks us to consider: ”what makes a photo dramatic? Maybe it is processed in black and white, or it has vivid colors. Maybe a person, place, or object is captured from a unique perspective or it is a macro shot. This week, we’ll explore some characteristics of dramatic images and some ways to add drama to photos.”

    Whenever I want to see something dramatic, all I have to do is look up.

    A crescent moon high in a night sky has a sense of the dramatic.

    Then there are sunsets as viewed from our patio.

    Clouds don’t need color to be dramatic. Do you see an angel in one of these photos?

    The open sky of St. Marks National Wildlife Refuge is often dramatic.

    The evening sky at Elinor Klapp-Phipps Park, a once-favorite place to hike, could be dramatic at times.
    (These photos were taken about 10 years ago. That’s the back of my head in the first one.)

    Finally, no drama here. Just a warm memory of Raji getting cozy with “uncle” Junior (RIP).


    Next week’s challenge will be led by Ann-Christine/Leya, so be sure to visit her site next Saturday for some inspiration.

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