Dance with a Queen

 The year was 1960. She was voted Most Popular by her classmates. I was in reality five years of age. But in the world of purple haze I was able to dance with the Queen.

John Deere Deck

 It’s been a slow process since taking in the John Deere riding mower I got from Gerald when he passed away two years ago for repair. The Hairs mechanic said the spindles were bent and the deck needed welding, charging me $25 to put it back together. 

I was almost ready to order a deck but it came to a grand.I put out a call for a deck or mower and a lady in High Springs said she had one I could have. So Roscoe and I rode down and with the help of a neighbor, loaded it.

Home I took the deck off hoping it would fit. I took it and Gerald’s LA115 to Hairs but they had just closed through Labor Day. So I came home and found the number to Art off Troy Road who I had called about a deck he had.

He didn’t think the deck would fit so I hauled it home and pushed it to the back. I then took off Gerald’s deck and ordered two spindles and reinforce rings. 

Today after Labor Day I took the deck to Ethan at work who removed the seized spindle. I then took the deck to MCGuires Welding off Birley who said he would weld it.

So in a day or two hopefully I can get it fixed and take it to Art or Hairs to put back on the mower.

Long ordeal. 

Where is Lisa?

 We assume friends will always be friends. Especially friends that go back to the late sixties. But in our day and age of the twenties, not so.

I do not recall what would divide us back then. It would have to be terrible. Maybe something like stealing from you. But today, it’s usually political or spiritual.

Mostly political. Used to be I never knew one’s political bend. All went to church mostly and lived morally.

But somewhere recently there has been a huge separation.

Maybe that’s good. Maybe Lisa and I are just too far apart to be friends. But it sure would be nice if we were again.

Journey with John Stokes: In a By Gone Era

Journey with John Stokes: In a By Gone Era: This evening we made a return journey to the Columbia County town of Lulu. Lulu is located approximately seven miles from Lake City on SR1...

D850 Era

Jordon, my son in the Army, was home for most of March, on leave between assignments, going from South Korea to Italy. During his time here, he kept asking about cameras, and what would be my dream camera. I told him the Nikon D850, since I have used Nikon since the 80's, but never had the full frames. He surprised me during his time home by ordering a Nikon D850 body. After several delays due to the price, over 3K, the body arrived late on March 13 at 7:02PM. It came the day before but UPS needed a signature and I had went into town.
I had hoped to take the camera with me to Newnan's Lake where Ray Carpenter, a photographer friend paid my $150 to spend a half day with Dick Vautrinot, a well-known nature photographer, photographing eagles and osprey from his pontoon boat. Fortunately he allowed me to use his Nikon D850 on my 200-500 lens. Following the session, I was able to save his settings on a SD card, which I downloaded onto mine, saving set up time.
My first test was the local Pro Rodeo in a very dark arena on a Friday evening. Even with pushing the ISO practically to the maximum, the images still maintained detail and sharpness. I was stoked.
Though heavy, I have found the body with heavy lens not too much a burden, except when trying to hand hold for any length of time on a subject.
I did notice two dust spots already, though I trust the sensor cleaning and some blowing will eliminate them. The bane of digital. Never a problem in film days.
I was also pleased to be able to use all the old lenses, programming them in. I still plan to purchase one or two wide primes and such down the road.
I also purchased a Western Digital 8TB hard drive so I can hopefully begin backing up some photos. Jordon unfortunately left for Italy before we could find the free Photoshop Express editing app for the MAC. The only one I can find is 99.99, or monthly.
So I am still stuck with editing on the iPhone.
But all in all, Stoked.

Long time away

Seems it’s been several years since posting, what was once a daily experience. I grew weary. Like a diary, the reflection became tedious, frustrating. No audience. Just myself.
Going through old post, I remark upon some, that person seems a stranger to me. Did I really write or photograph that.?

This weekend is Olustee. Many good times from the days in the 80’s of the Blue-Grey run, the time in the camps at the battlefield. I am going out Sunday for the newspaper.
I have the new 200-500 beast lens I’m taking, or lugging.

Today Carolyn White out of the blue sent me a letter. It was around 85 with Bob Jones I found their note in the bottle at St Marks. I will write her. Then they celebrated 20 years marriage. They are on 49 now.

Life moves quickly.

2017 July

Since the long lapse without laptop I've all but ended what was once a common thing. 2017 July finds me at my mamma's side, sitting the day with her. All are either at the beach or on vacation. So Melanie and I sit in. One I haven't seen here in two or more weeks. Vacation is more important. For Gods sake, mamma's on Hospice care. What would it put you out? But, what is the use?
I am still working as a driver at Baya Medical. Nearly two years. It's a job that had Melanie wasn't able to be the bread winner, I'd be on the street below poverty level. Pitiful to come to age 62 and be a failure with no decent retirement. Matter of time it all comes crashing in. We go in two weeks to see Jordon graduate Army boot camp in Ft Sill, OK. A bright spot. His maturity and overcoming holed up playing video games. No word from Landon going on 4 years. We aren't over it by any means. Each day painful as the first. By now Nathaniel our grandson nearing seven no memory of us.
Melanie is the director of Nurses for Haven Hospice and is overly busy. Again, if only I'd never ran into Calise at JCPenney having it in for me and firing me, I'd have been able to let Melanie do the supplement job. Life sucks. Sucks. Sucks.

Last 2016 Post

2016 was by no means a breakthrough year, but it was quite a good year photography wise. The biggest was being selected as the primary photographer to decorate the new Odom Moses offices in town. Many of my works were enlarged 20x30 and such, matted and framed very professionally. There was a reception and tour. It was a hit. I would never afford to do so many so well. 2016 I was able to reconnect with the Reporter and do two covers for the Currents magazine and several front page photos. Too bad I couldn't work full time. The Gallery, I think I sold enough to not go in the red on rent and framing. It's still a struggle to select what will sell and not be too cheap. The Happenings page was started and grew to 3500 followers. Instagram was started and grows daily, nearing a 1000 followefollowers. The Facebook pages don't grow and few people respond unless it's something with people in it. I find it frustrating as what I like, poetry and the creative or far out photo, people don't.
I was able to do two covers for Johnny Bullard's books. I did free work for Baya. I shot one wedding.
Tomorrow I start a church directory for Fellowship Baptist. So on to 2017.

Lens binge

It could be the result of the same old result, of reading too many reviews, that I bit for the Adorama sirens and ordered a Tokina 11-24 2.8 lens. In addition a polarizer, tripod and lens hood. Do not know if things will improve, being that the 18-300 has improved things marginally. 0ne thing is certain, the Cabela's VISA is near max.

Lantern Park

Today I attended the 50th anniversary of the Lantern Park Baptist Church founded by the late LE Peterson. I attended by myself, Melanie keeping Mama. I went down to the 2nd row on the left,the place we sat in the late 80's and 90's when Melanie taught Awana and our sons were little. I was baptized by Rev Peterson. They were great people. We parted ways sadly when I came to oppose the dispensational teaching. It was a strong no no, to which I was called the poison man by attempting to send contrary tracts to the deacons. The Sunday Rev Peterson said he would reveal the poison man if he didn't stop, we quietly bowed out. This was the first time back since. I have to assume nothing has changed and being independent fundamentalist it still adheres to Scofield and his system. It wasn't a hill to die upon but I did.

Driving Me Crazy

We took a long ride yesterday to Cross City for the buffet dinner at the Carriage Inn. From there across the highway to Dairy Queen for sundaes and such. It was raining with lightening. Our day of photography seemed a wash. We proceeded up 19 toward Jena, turning into the scrub to make our way to Steinhatchee falls. I took the perfunctory few photos despite the lack of proper light. We loaded and drove in to town, Steinhatchee that is, pausing at Roy's to survey the recent storm damage. from Hermene. We went back into the scrub to a pond, perfunctory photos. Over to a landing. PP.
To Shared Island. Dixie Mainline. Suwannee. And on. Perfunctory. Photos.
Point being. You cannot drive a photographer. I gave up trying to say stop, slow, wait.
I just thought of returning alone.

Honesty

Honesty hasn't always been my strong suit lately. In the realm of photography, the raw image as from the camera or iPhone has been manipulated, often without the knowledge of the viewer. I've added full moons to scenes, I've manipulated color, sharpness, etc. Some images to the point you would not recognize it from the original. It emanates from an unhealthy desire toward a wow factor, to garner likes. What is the solution? Don't do it unless there is full confession of the image being manipulated or created. It is a great and fun way to save images but the viewer should be made aware for my own integrity sake.