Extra Sensor Perceptions
By slowing the shutter and ISO and Aperture as slow as possible in broad daylight without totally blowing the scene to a naked white girl in snow, I learned one thing: my sensor is woefully full of dust!
Thursday, February 13, 2025
Sandhill Softly
Sandhill softly
Excited we heard before we saw
that deep felt call from the sky
Passing beneath the chicken cage
did the hens not say,
There must be more than eggs?
Renoir cat
Bouquet Boy knew his love adored the cats
Something made him recall geraniums too
They said an artist Renoir had just that
In 1881 he shared with those passing through.
It was worth the long trip back
Anything for his love and her cats
Geraniums and cats
Pierre Auguste Renoir
1881
Stokes gets in your eyes
Stokes gets in your eyes
Whenever someone to this day blows smoke up my ego, I think of mamma. Once a member of the church trying to impress mamma, told her I saw your son playing basketball, he’s so good,what was his number again?
It was obvious she never saw me play. Mamma simply said 21, my away ”white” jersey number.
In this photo, in case you don’t recognize me, I wore my number 20 home jersey.
Kayak economy
Kayak economy
The kayak is a good craft
It makes one pair away ballast
And journey with only essential stow.
Calm storm
In two dwelling
In my mind I am always upon the calm waters
Quietly gliding over the sky below in reflected
hues while above the incongruous billowing
of the continual storm hinders the journey.
Mary Joyce
Mary Joyce
Where ever I roam in the evening glow
When ever one wanders into my vision
What ever at the time,this triton slow
Pauses and with Mary Joyce envisions.
Should I
Azalea Plea.
Should I bloom for you
or freeze and fall
life between gray and blue
Saint Peter and Paul.
wailing wall or
curtain call
Bloom not for me
Or Peter or Paul.
Bloom only
Despite us all.
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