Ok, I had to do it. Pictures of grandchildren are at some point mandatory. In this case he, my grandson Madden, is standing “Up”. This is not the first time but certainly one of the first. He looks like such a little man.
Also where I thought I might have some difficulty finding something else “Up”ish, in fact I found a number of shots that could be tied to the “Up” concept (albeit loosely in some cases). Enjoy.
The Snowdrops came “Up”
Poppa, pick me “Up”
In this case I’m “Up” the creek, and no paddle
Here’s my Easter basket, what’s “Up” inside it?
Look “Up”, waaaayy up.
This weeks photo challenge is “Up”. As always to see additional posts please go here, to the Weekly Photo Challenge page.
My first thought when hearing of this weeks challenge was how to portray ‘Change’ in my life, that kind of personal ‘change’ was top of mind. For any that have followed this blog you may have noticed some ‘change’, both in the format etc. of the blog but also in my perspective(s).
But that display of change was not to be. In my yen to find that all elusive portrayal of change I elicited the opinion of my wife, and asked her:
“What does change mean to you?”
Of course being a women (kidding!!) she described the monetary kind of change, the visual of coins and paper money, the change that is not only being removed from our monetary system and society but also the changing of it’s forms as well.
Here in Canada we’ve removed 1’s and 2 dollar bills from circulation and ‘changed’ them to Loonies and Toonies, coins of some uninteresting alloys. These are not official names mind you, just nicknames come about due to their design. We are currently in the process of eliminating the penny. How you stand on that I don’t know.
So below is my (our) interpretation of what ‘Change’ can mean, showing a broader perspective of all change and narrowing it down to just the paper dollar and Loonies. This also gave me an opportunity to play with some of my camera toys, a remote trigger and my extension tubes. I can already see lighting is so important.
My most recent experience with colour is on a trip last weekend to Portland, Oregon, for the Portland Swap meet. We traveled down the Columbia River valley through and area known as “The Columbia River Gorge”, or by some just “the gorge”. It was a beautiful trip and while the the weather was spotty with rain and cloud on those occasions where the sun peaked out it was breathtaking.
The greens of the many types of moss, and the baby green on the trees or the early green of the hillside grasses caused me to gawk out the window the whole trip. I will apologize in advance, some of the photos were taken out the window of the moving car. We were under time constraints to get to the swap meet in a timely fashion.
You can have moss for lunch
I felt like I was in a cathedral
I couldn’t get over the variation in all the greens.
It seemed to me if any day in my life might be interesting it would be a day with lots of activity. Easter fit that bill.
Starting on the Good Friday our company began arriving, with first on the scene being my daughter and her family. Soon after our niece, nephew, sisters and brothers in law, and various attached children came into attendance.
The Easter festivities began in earnest on Saturday with a family dinner but the photos here are from Sunday, when we had an Easter egg hunt with a wiener roast to follow.
Here’s my Easter basket, what’s “Up” inside it?
The other kids are up now and the Easter baskets have been found
A diverse crew if I ever saw one, the rules are being explained.
Madden found his first chocolate egg
Sawyer found another
Oh so many pretty flowers
1 thousand one, 1 thousand two
Let’s examine the booty
Let’s get this party goin’
Gotta love a good fire
Well, needless to say I think everyone had fun. At least I did, or what I can remember anyway.
Looks like I totally missed the last Weekly Photo Challenge “Lunchtime”, in fact somehow I’ve missed the whole week. When I look back I can’t believe it’s been as long as it has since I last posted. I had such high hopes that I would put out at least a couple posts. Anyway, there I go again, sounding suspiciously like a confession.
You can read about the challenge here, and again we are asked to do a Phoneography submission where the snap was taken with one of our devices, in my case an iPhone 5.
At any rate here’s one of my submissions toward this week’s topic “Future Tense”. My photo was taken of some Snowdrops standing perkily in my garden. They have just recently poked their heads above the snow (there was snow, honest) and brought the future prospect of Spring.
I had to sneak into the backyard to get this and while the iPhone takes a decent shot it is lacking in some of the finer adjustments you might find on a better standalone camera. For that reason I’ve taken the liberty of adding another, similar, shot taken while there was snow showing.
Enjoy, and as always….please don’t hesitate to comment.
Technically this Weekly Photo Challenge is a ‘Phoneography Challenge’, to be taken with a phone or other device with a camera installed. In my case it would be my iPhone 5. You can check out the link to the Challenge criteria here.
The question over how ‘neighborhood’ should be spelled arose quickly. In deference to my ‘neighbours‘ to the south I will spell it their way.
When I first learned of this weeks challenge I was a bit intimidated, however once I opened up Lightroom (my newest favourite photo software) I quickly relaxed and said to myself, “self, do not be stressed”. It appeared upon further examination I had a few shots I thought worthy of entry.
Part of the question, in my mind, is what constitutes ‘Neighborhood’, or ‘Neighbourhood’, and if not taken too literally it could mean anything in your field of living. I am assuming some latitude here.
The shot below was taken a couple weeks ago of the Kootenay Lake, from a vantage point on the shore of the lake. It was a beautiful ‘spring-like’ day, a cool breeze wafted off the lake and the optimism of life carried me forward. This location is about 30 miles (50 kilometers) from my home, still within a broad description of neighborhood.
The next shot is a view from my deck taken about 3 weeks ago. You can see the disparity of the weather, and such is common here in the Kootenays. Did I tell you I yearn for Spring?
The next shot however is pushing the boundaries, even in my mind, of what the neighborhood is. If, some may say, it’s anything in your immediate vicinity then this picture will comply, however even though I was in the vicinity of the Sonora desert I don’t really think it fits the bill. I guess I just thought it was neat, and although it’s not technically a good photo it has a certain something (at least to me).
When the Weekly Photo challenge was first put out my first thought was macro, however seeing as I don’t have a macro lens (yet) I would have to come with something else. The quandary dogged me for a while until we were at my grandson’s 1st birthday and one of the children’s parents showed up on a new motorcycle, a chopper with less than 10 km on it.
The bike was a beauty and while I know next to nothing about choppers I can appreciate beauty and the art of the detail when I see something that exhibits those traits. The art involved, and the craftsmanship and vision one must have to both conceptualize and bring to fruition something on this level. The devil is definitely in these details.
The Weekly Photo Challenge, or topic, “Forward”, presented me with a bit of a photographic quandary this week, a true challenge. That’s not really unusual I guess, the ‘challenge’ part. I find myself often challenged, in many ways. My concern was how best to capture the thought.
The keyword ‘Forward’ did seem timely though. Moving forward is something I’ve been thinking about quite a bit lately. The question is ‘How’. The answer: perhaps another post (don’t want to bore you fine people here).
In this case, for the Weekly photo challenge, the forward I had in mind was forward (ahead), to the future.
So many times I think we go forward in the same manner this river rushes, to and fro, so much turbulence and violent activity. No apparent plan, only rushing to our destination.
Another perspective or possible method of moving forward would be like the photo below suggests, still to the future but with strict guidelines and parameters. Rigid, unable to divert from the intended path, just moving forward and perhaps not even knowing to what destination. Perhaps even into the fog.
Or finally, maybe we are much as the roadway here portrays, meandering through life in a ‘laissez-faire’ style of living. Comfortable, old fashioned and relaxed.
Hmmm, what kind of ‘Forward’ movement do you subscribe?
Now I honestly have no idea who Pliny the Elder is but I’m sure a quick search on Google or Wikipedia would answer that question.
Home, is where you are most comfortable, perhaps the happiest. It can be in your own home or somewhere else with a loved one. It’s where you feel content, no false front required or desired. Hopefully home is with those you love most, your family, a wife, your children or your grandchildren.
Home, where the cares of the world ease, where you can be at peace and problems outside your world evaporate. It’s a place to care, and be cared for, to love and be loved.
Home ….. is Home.
I also feel at home outside, in my yard. I can be in my garden or just sitting under the maple tree with a book, perhaps a beer at my side and thoughts of relaxation and calmness washing over me. Not a care, nor a concern, a oneness with life and nature ….. hold on, maybe that’s the beer talking. Better take it easy……
I call that place under the maple tree and surrounded by cedars my ‘Holy Place’, and I look forward to visiting it again soon, when the spring sun comes and the warmth takes the snow away. It will be one of my outside homes.
Another area I like to call home is sitting on the deck. It’s a place to catch the morning rays of sun and perhaps the cool breezes as they wash over the space. I’ll likely hear the wind chimes playing their rich tones, like so many church bells tolling their virtues. I’ll be reading there too, or perhaps posting to the blog, or journaling my morning pages. I’ll feel the peace, the warmth of the sun and the calmness.
I will be ok there, in any of those places I call home. I can recognize my fortune and acknowledge my gratitude. It’s good to be home.