What is your favorite month of the year?
October. It has amber sunlight, scarlet maple leaves. Crisp air.
October: Along the Canal
New England puts on her party clothing and sings hosanna. I take out all my cameras and run around like a crazy person trying to capture it all before it goes away.
Do you drink coffee at all?
In the morning. Two large cups. After that, no more until the next morning. BUT. Those two cups in the morning make the difference between waking up and spending the whole day in a semi coma.
What was one of your first moneymaking jobs (other than babysitting or newspaper delivery)?
I washed poodles. I developed a deep loathing for the smell of poodle shampoo. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was in the early weeks of pregnancy. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tolerate that smell without feeling a little queasy.
List: If you play video/computer games list 5 games you like?
I play little bubble popping games on Facebook — which is pretty much all I do on Facebook. I used to play Caesar, Civilization, and a variety of “Sim” games. All of them were “improved” until I didn’t like them anymore, or they became unavailable.
I play computer versions of Monopoly, Scrabble, Life, and a couple of others, but I don’t think they count as video/computer games. They are merely computerized versions of board games.
Sometimes, when I go looking for a picture, I find more than I bargained for. In this case, an entire file of pictures Garry took in Hyannisport. I downloaded them, but apparently that’s all I did. Only two of them ever made it into publication.
Last night, while the Boston Pops played a bunch of drivel instead of the patriotic, inspirational music I expected, I went through the file and realized these are great pictures. And here they are! Summertime on Cape Cod.
At the dock in Hyannisport, by Garry Armstrong.
This is the time of month when I go through all the memory cards in my cameras. I look at each one to see if there are any pictures I have forgotten to download. I don’t miss much, but this month I found quite a few pictures I’d forgotten.
The pictures of the fuchsia were the first pictures I took using my macro lens. I was still figuring out how to find my focus. I’m still figuring it out.
I took most (but not all) of these from further away then later pictures. Minimal processing. For reasons I’m sure someone who has a better understanding of optics could explain to me, macro pictures intensify grain and distortion.
Therefore, aside from a bit of cropping and sharpening, these are as they came out of the lens. I didn’t mess with the lighting, contrast, or color because less is more with my macro lens. All shot with the Olympus PEN PL-5 and the Olympus f2.8 60mm macro lens.
The chrysanthemum is my bouquet of the week from my dashing husband. I did not use my macro lens because I was shooting the house. The light is pretty dim, so I used my f1.8 45mm portrait lens. Sometimes, that extra stop makes all the difference.
Again, very little processing, mostly because the pictures didn’t need it. With one exception, they were reasonably sharp. The color was true. I cropped more than I do using the macro, probably because there was more to crop.
Everything shot with the aforementioned Olympus f1.8 45mm lens on the Olympus PEN PL-6.
Odd Ball Photos are those pictures we take which don’t to fit into a tidy category. This week, I went out to my deck to see what I could find. A few oddities emerged.
A grill thermometer
Stone frog sun-dial
The longer lens – Olympus PEN PL-5
Photographing small, antique bronze sculpture turned out to be a lot more difficult than I expected. I’m sure setting up some lights would have helped, but I put away my lights a few years ago and the idea of climbing into the attic to dig them out did not appeal to me. Nonetheless, I thought this was a good opportunity to finally make a few good pictures of some of my most prize possession, my Asian sacred art bronzes.
Vishnu Rides Garuda. Tibet.
Fresh fruit. I’ve become phobic and afraid of it. So much of it has been genetically modified. It doesn’t look like it used to look.
The big fruit is the orange
Oranges bigger than grapefruit, but the orange skin is half an inch thick and there’s no juice in it. Strawberries the size of plums, mushy and oddly tasteless. Peaches that weigh a pound each, as sweet as cardboard with the same texture.
Those weird fruits also rot pretty much immediately, before a single day passes. So far, they’ve left a few things alone. As far as I can tell, grapefruit and tangerines are still safe. But I won’t buy most fruit except at local farm stands. It’s like consuming an alien invader. Who knows what that stuff will do to you?