Well, the time is finally near—a week from tomorrow (Friday), we are putting our current house on the market! Despite my natural Felix Unger-like tendencies, that has meant a lot of throwing stuff out, a lot of packing, a little decluttering (mostly de-personalizing, really, as I’m violently allergic to clutter), and some extra-deep cleaning (happily, due to my previously noted proclivities, this is not actually difficult in any way; being mildly obsessive-compulsive has its benefits!).
I’ve been too busy actually working to blog, but Memorial Day is one thing I cannot in good conscience neglect.
Normally, I try to go out and get something extra-special for Memorial Day, in an effort to remind us of those men and women who have fallen in defense of our nation, in what Lincoln so aptly described as “the last full measure of devotion” to America and all she stands for.
Unfortunately, weather and other things have not cooperated this year (and I did not bring my camera to our church’s Memorial Day commemoration this morning)—a privilege I can claim as a photographer, something the men and women who have served and even died under this flag can never claim. Forget the post office; it’s America’s men and women in uniform who serve no matter how they feel, no matter what else is happening in their lives, under any condition, including conditions so horrendous you and I could not manage to think well, much less perform well. Yet they serve, they perform, and often in fashion beyond exemplary—some dying while doing so, many dying while protecting their brothers and even sisters in arms in the process.
It is these brilliantly brave men and women we in America honour today, those who have given their lives in service of our nation. Continue reading
I’m still around, just busy with various things, mostly my car photography work. Due to their reflective nature, classic cars take a lot longer to work on than photos of other things; even if I’m able to position myself to get the shot without my own reflection, distracting (and sometimes distressing…) reflections of other people and things are often absolutely unavoidable.
Also often necessary is the removal of specks and splotches of dirt, random smudges, and dead bugs from what should be a smooth surface. The Surface Blur feature can sometimes help here, but usually only the smallest specks are whisked away; manual correction of larger blemishes is, though time-consuming and a little tedious, the best way to rid a car of it. Spending an hour or more simply removing such things from the side or back end of a classic car is not at all uncommon!
Happy 2015! I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and New Year’s. It must be admitted that ours were, from beginning to end, rather more exciting than we’d bargained for, but all’s well that ends well, yes? (Though a devoted creature of habit, even I know the occasional shake-up is probably good for me.)
This photograph of one of Ohio’s countless cornfields is obviously several months old now, but to share a glimpse of the glory of creation seemed to be a fine way to kick off the new year. Besides, as everyone around me seems to be panicking over the forecast Snowmageddon—expected total by tomorrow morning, four inches—I just can’t help poking a little fun at them by reminding them of their earlier longing for winter’s cold and snow.
Have a beautiful remainder of your Monday!
And in the same region there were shepherds out in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And an angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were filled with great fear. And the angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be a sign for you: you will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.” And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying,
“Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace among those with whom he is pleased!”
When the angels went away from them into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let us go over to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has made known to us.” And they went with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby lying in a manger. And when they saw it, they made known the saying that had been told them concerning this child. And all who heard it wondered at what the shepherds told them. But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart. And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them.
First of all, I have created a little gift-ette for you—a playlist of some of my favourite Christmas songs.
I hope you enjoy them!
And of course, everyone seems to love seeing Ben for Christmas…
Well, we need to get by his “secretary” first! Buckley doesn’t seem to keen on letting us disturb his buddy, but…
Poor Ben. The festivities have not even begun, yet he’s already tired! Continue reading
As mentioned recently, the weather here in Ohio has been quite grim despite the rapid approach of Christmas. Until yesterday, when the sunlight burst through in all of its long-desired glory, we’d had only two really sunny days since a couple of days after Thanksgiving! If you don’t believe me, here’s a satellite look from the NWS:
You remember the warm, colourful cheer of my summer garden?
Ahhh. Well, here it is late Friday morning, being inspected by Ben.
Dark. Isn’t it *dark*? In the middle of the day! Continue reading
All week long I’ve been hearing about the high numbers of Americans expected to travel for Christmas (despite the winter storm being predicted—so far as that goes, most of us will believe it when we see it!). Where, oh where, are the transporters we were promised so long ago? Surely someone is working on them, but in the meantime, it seems the majority of America’s Christmas travellers will be hopping into the car and, most likely, hitting the interstate.
As you probably expect, my suggestion to those of you about to travel for Christmas is to avoid the interstate, which everyone will admit is duller than dirt—particularly for passengers (at least the driver will be occupied with the driving). Driving along old state highways and US routes usually doesn’t take much longer than the interstate, and they’re certainly more engaging than the interstate. Continue reading