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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Monday, July 25, 2016

Milky Way at the Sailing Club


Golden hour over the sail boats. In the distance, a building thunderhead promises rain.


After sunset, I lit up these yachts with my spotlight, one by one, then merged the three images.


The stars began to show, Jupiter and Venus at right.


     A slightly blurry image, yet representative of what I saw as the sky darkened. The red lights at lower left show a wind turbine farm, and to their left, Saturn, Antares, and Mars emerged early in the evening. The Milky Way begins to peek along the left side of the image (if you squint hard enough you might see it).


    Ah, the Milky Way . . . and a meteor (to the left of the top mast), which was the third meteor I spotted. Indeed, the Perseids might have already begun, while the Scutids and Capricornids are under way.

     Jim Livingston said, "The magic is in the post-processing," while discussing how to best make images of the night sky. It is a difficult genre, and magical, too, and these two things compel me to return to view and photograph the night sky.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Golden Hour on an Escarpment



Update: Of all panoramas I found on my delightful excursion through the countryside, I prefer the ones below, both consisting of three images stitched in Photoshop. Focal length, 70mm.



Moonrise Over Cliff


Moonset Over the Wind Turbines


     At left, a full moon sets; at right, on the other side of the power line, small red lights in the distance show the wind turbines

Hawk Supervisor: Watering Corn


A hawk takes off when I stop my truck to watch it and the knee-high corn. 


Sunday, July 17, 2016

Lesser Prairie Chicken


Photo taken earlier this year. 

Amid the sunflower plants, the male rests a bit before beginning his dance.

Earlier posts about the Lesser Prairie Chicken, April 2016 and April 2014.

Bobwhite Introducing Herself


She walked up toward me, calmly, and with her foot daintily placed forward, watched me.

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

sUAS Video: First Solo on a SeaDoo


   After a lengthy period of drought, the rains returned. The lakes filled up after highly concerning drop in their levels. If the rains had not arrived, the lakes would have dropped under twenty percent.  
 
   We began to see again boats on trailers, on the roads, or parked on driveways. People felt eager to return to the water. MyMrMallory was one of those who took to the water, and I, eagerly filmed him with a Phantom 3, later processed thanks to iMovie.

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Mount Ararat

View the interesting Wikipedia article on Mount Ararat.


From our van, we viewed and admired the mountain. 


A village in Turkey, still far from the mountain.

On the Way to Mount Ararat


An extraordinary view.

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Sunday, July 3, 2016

Five O'clock at a Little Cabin for Two

    Soft, warm lights, both from within the little cabin for two, and from an emerging sunrise, are prelude to another wonderful day.

Milky Way Before Sunrise Over a Little Cabin for Two


Friday, July 1, 2016

Let Lovely Turn of Phrase Begin

JMHawley Gave Me a Kiss to Build a Dream On

Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.