RAW

light upon light

Sunset yesterday i was in the front yard by the pond with the 180mm 2.8 manual lens, lamenting just having missed a lady bug flying from the top of the pickerel weed. The 180mm with the manual focus and manual setting of exposure is a difficult lens to try and capture quick moving scenes. A dragonfly sat upon the end of the pickerel weed stem and I shot away, perhaps two dozen various poses, trying to get the background right in relation to the dragonfly. This was the third of the only three I shot in RAW, versus JPEG. I mostly shoot JPEG for the smaller files and usually I am satisfied with the compression. RAW is when one opens the shot in a program like Adobe or Lightroom and all the exposure data and such are preserved in a larger file, allowing for greater manipulation of the image. Here, I simply converted it to JPEG so what is the use of shooting RAW for me at this point, seeing that I do not use fancy post processing techniques?
Just an evening form of exercise, Lord knows I need some form of exercise, seeing that I have all but ceased the running, the biking, the hiking. Like the D7100, the 10-24, the 70-200, the 80-400 I am going to purchase. Some day. Another day.
For now it is simply the D3100 consumer end camera, the 35mm 1.8 prime, or the old manual Nikon lenses, left from the F3 and film era.

Censored

Strexting

White man's burden

surrender

What do these photographs have in common? All were taken from a moving vehicle with the camera sticking out the window, not stopping or composing. What other thing do they have in common, beside the last photo? There is no interest in them. Again, in the defining of me, of who I am, people are hesitant to like or comment on the drive by shootings. I find them interesting. No one else, save Brent did. Actually, I only posted the first, of the man standing in the middle of Baya with his phone behind him, titled Strexting, a combination of street and texting. White man burden was a good comment on our present political correct atmosphere. Surrender was Tom Grubb riding his bike along Baya, me only capturing his flag, but in a way that seems the surrender flag is being waved over the wall. The cattle were on SR 121 out from Williston. It was about an hour after sunrise and I was speeding back to Williston for gasoline. I had been along the Wacahoota road taking photographing. I stuck the camera blindly out the passenger window going about sixty and shot. It proves that even a blind man can be a photographer.

As I told Tricia, a friend on Facebook, there are things I would rather post and do, but the friend base that I have would ignore it or not understand it or condemn it, a certain imposed censorship via ignoring it. I slowly try to add friends I feel will have sympathy, but so far, they too have ignored my efforts. I continue to like the work they do. Do unto others is not one of  Facebook motto's I am finding out.
And I am loathe to post such thoughts. I do not want to air my dirty laundry. If what I do is worthy of a look, a like or a comment, then it will happen. I cannot force it to happen.  David Carol, one of those recent new friends, in his post today, said all that he has ever done, he has had to make happen, no one has ever come to him and offered him a break. And that is true. David Carol is doing the street type photography I admire. A certain humor, black and white, captured moments, brilliant and thought provoking.
My audience responds for the most part to the safety of beautiful, pretty and nice.I appreciate that. Let is be known though, it is not all that I am about.

Induced Vertigo

i do not think there is a reading. it comes too quickly. liking just to be liking. i am spinning. in control. a controlled spin. is there such a thing? at what time do i pull out? i have not flown this way before.
what is going on here? waiting for that volunteer hour to arrive to drive down to the gallery and hope today will be the day i decide whether i am staying or not. working on the blocks of wood i ordered, placing photographs on them, painting the sides, making the time go productively, sister hounding me, bring the play pen, check in, got the kids, mamma all alone, you going to come, on and on, messaging me.....
a photo set with the Basso bike and me, thinking of Basso bike gathering dust and missing air and pavement beneath his gatorskins, wondering what came of the miles we rode, so much circling in, missing,
and the print for Diane came, and i still say, it just is not impressive in the 9x12, it needed 30x60, but even money does not leave millionaires easily, and so we dream...and spin.
Since posting, this post has gotten two views. Two. I am in vertigo as to the quietness of it all. 

Lack of....

Due to a general lack of interest, possibly due to a desire to quit embarrassing myself, too much time on my hands, wasting time, i am not continuing the John O'Seen daily series. Much of it has to do with being basically bought to reality by a certain companion who seems to find little humor in my diversions, when she is working and just surviving to make it out at the prison....
and she is correct...
what am i doing with this time given?
laying on the floor thinking i am an infant and Joel O'Osteen? Like me to the grass eating old testament king Nebbucco....
Today maybe i will draw the words out and tell Rex that i am not continuing on at the Gallery. I went down yesterday, but Mary was there too, so in order to avoid double coverage and the ire of Jeannie, I left and had lunch with mom....
Actually....i am scheduled for the 22nd come to think of it...so maybe til then....
Learned from Jeanne my cousin in Mississippi that her husbands dental practice burned up last night. He saved the computers, but that was all. So today, I am not near as bad off as most.

Tuesday Selection

 Lesson Four from the John O'Seen Series....

 The Partisan Rangers

The Partisan Rangers Strike

How do I go about determining what to post daily? There is an almost unlimited, or at least, many selections to choose from. First I will go the latest shoot, yesterday or the day before. Sometimes I will choose one or move further back. On any given outing, even though I may only publish one from that trip, I have taken well over a hundred, so one or two worthy always remain.
If that fails, I then go way back, to the archives, again, many I have never published, or if it was published, few saw it back then as now. I think I could honestly post the same photograph daily, kind of like the lamp post or the sunset from the same oak tree and folks would not notice.
This is more an exercise in my own futility than it is an exercise to enlighten or inspire someone. Though that would be nice. I do not do it for the comments, I get few. I do not do it for the likes, I get few. I do not do it for the money, I rarely get orders or requests. I do it simply for the joy of being able to post the joy of being able to get out and capture something in a rough, unpolished way. If I connects fine. If not, fine.

The Professionals

It came to my attention that the professional photographers have a similar style, as seen in the two photographs. Same place in the stream, same slow exposure, same rock types, same lighting, same wide angle. The sameness is striking. This is repeated over and over in other type photographs. The 21mm to 24mm wide angle, the low angle, the slow exposure, etc. The first was no doubt taken with a full frame Nikon D800 with probably a 24mm 2.8 zoom, the second probably a Canon Mark 3 with the same lens from Canon.
Thus there is often the temptation to say, if I just go out and purchase the same equipment, my photographs will start looking the same. Perhaps. But more than likely not, as these guys are pro's, not only in the capture, but in the post process as well. I admire both shots, with a lean toward the bottom shot for the longer exposure and higher placement of the top of the stream. But the first is a close like as much with the quality of light and higher contrast on the rocks.

mOOdy mONday

I woke up to a don't give a durn day. Why is that? Made the coffee, fed the cats and dogs and chickens. Still it persists. Is it the lack of a good sunrise? Is it the hangover of all that baby shower activity from Sunday?
Either way, it manifests itself in not wanting to post anything to Facebook, knowing other folks will have the Monday mood and it will only make mine worse, when they ignore me, which usually is greater on Monday.
It is a terrible thing to be Facebook driven, kind of like those driven by crack or alcohol or cigarettes. We get our fix in whatever way we can.

Showers of blessing

Finally...after what seemed would never come or end, Jessica and Eric's baby shower and announcing of the gender. We missed out on church today to go over to my sisters to get my mom ready, load her in the car and make our way out to Allison's. They had scheduled family shots at 1:30 and we were there by noon. Melanie helped with the preparation, I milled about, taking some shots.
All family that were family arrived and the photographer, Holly with her Nikon D700 took the group shot along with breaking the family down. We then went in and did shower stuff, then opened presents and such. They let the pink or blue balloons loose determining whether a boy or girl which they kept. And so the blue flew.
We loaded meme up in the car and took her back to Paula's. Melanie got her ready for bed. We are tuckered out. Too much work these showers.
That was my contribution, the sign along with one welcome yall...creative huh?

canopy of tranquility

tonight, about five i would say, i became antsy. it had been a day of rain, lasting well into the two hour. earlier i had piddled about, starting on the two poster signs for Jessica's baby shower tomorrow. computer piddling, posting, talking. i even found the time to set up the photo umbrella and backstop, taking twelve selfies. this is going to be the start of the May project, mimicking Joel O'Steen as John O'Seen, with off shoot quotes adapted to photography. inane and silly, but fun. there is so much seriousness about. people needing a sense of humor, or at least, another perspective than the literal, sober,seriousness assaulting daily.
to cure some of the cabin fever, as i said, about five i went to the familiar Alligator Lake Park. i walked toward the woods, looking for a particular tree that would complement the tree from the big shoals. i found it. i also, in the waiting for the sun, found some decent shots of three folks in a bass boat along one of the canals. i took the Register boys email and sent him a copy. all in all, not a bad outing, if the goal was to cure the cabin fever. i found myself having to hurry to make it back to the car by seven and park closing.
i am finding the need, not a dire need, but a desire for a wider angle lens. i keep waiting for Nikon to produce a prime DX wide angle, in the 20 to 24mm range. i do not think they will ever do it.
but i wait. may have to go the Rokinar route.
got back from the lake and finished quickly the poster, painting in the lettering, the rabbit and the carrots.
i was going out to Allisons for a visit, but the time got away. tomorrow we will skip church and go out with meme and get things going for the party. i was unable to download onto a CD the slide presentation so it is hoped Eric will know a solution. peace out to whoever reads this dairy.

Mismosa beneath rolling thunder

Another proof one does not need travel to the heights of paradise to take decent photographs. Taken in the front yard over the privacy fence. If I go back and look up the EXIF data, I would not even be surprised if it was taken with the point and shoot Canon S95 or similar. I take most of my shots with a lesser camera.
Lately I have even limited myself on the Nikon to the 35mm 1.8 prime lens. It makes me compose. I cannot zoom it in or out. I have to either move or make do. Takes me back to the beginnings when I started out with a fixed focus 135mm lens on the Yashica JP, later a 55mm on the Pentax Spotmatic.
It was raining out this morning and I got out the two umbrella set up with backdrop. Took some photographs of myself. I am going to do a tongue in cheek of Joel O'Steen this month, relating it to photography. The idea came when there was an ad on facebook to take a course in twelve or so easy lessons, settings on the DSLR where you will always be assured to take good photographs. It basically said, it was the camera's fault that you are not taking good photographs. Laughable and ridiculous. Worthy of satire.
I already have twelve in cue awaiting the daily post. I am sure it will go right over the heads of most, be ignored by even more. Such is the nature of Facebook. Unless it totally knocks the socks off, it is given passing attention, and then from the few consistent followers.
If a living depended upon folks liking and commenting, I would be poorer than I already am.
I am awaiting the paint to dry on some signs I am painting for Jessica's shower tomorrow. I hope possibly to take some photographs of Claire in a black surrounding, experimenting.
I have put together a ten minute slide show for Jessica tomorrow with the Vivaldi Four Seasons as a background music. It is on Utube under Jessica Johnson if anyone wants to look. Go to John33Stokes to find my video's. May have to scroll through as I have many.
Oh well, its my best life now, for now.

it was good

and from the ground
the zinnias came
and then the beans
later the grapes
and it was good
and they stood
and gave thanks
for the plants

and the man said
let there be blueberries
and pears
and persimmons ripe
and it was so
and it was good
and they stood
and gave thanks
as they should.

and the child said
let there be strawberries
and black berries
peaches sweet
and fig upon fig
and it was so
and it was good
and they stood
and gave thanks
to the giver of plants.

May One Day