MONOCHROME OR COLOR

BLACK & WHITE SUNDAY: AFTER AND BEFORE Y1-05


From Paula: Once a month on a Sunday (usually the last one in a month) I post a combined photo challenge theme for Black & White Sunday. It is called AFTER and BEFORE and it invites you to post the same  image in black & white, and colour.

My choice for black and white are typically high-contrast and/or high texture. Architecture, urban landscape and anything with a lot of texture works well for me. Also head and shoulders portraits which I think are beautiful in monochrome. In this case, I used swans against dark water. To be fair, the swans are almost black and white even in color, so it isn’t a stretch converting them. I used a sepia toner to soften the monochrome.


After


Before


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GOLDEN HOURS – A PHOTO A WEEK

A Photo a Week Challenge: Golden Hour

Aldrich Street as the sun sets

Really, there are two golden hours — early and late. Our land makes sunrise easier to see with fewer trees on that side of the property. The front of the house looks into a solid wall of oaks. Sometimes though, I get lucky. We are in the right place at the right time. I’ve got a good camera and the sky is glowing.

Route 146 heading south

DAD STORIES – ELLIN CURLEY

I have two wonderful stories about my father that I’d like to share with you. One happened before I was born and the other is a fond memory from my adolescence.

DAD AND THE FBI

My dad, Abram Kardiner, was a well-known anthropologist and psychoanalyst from the 1930’s to his death in 1981. He was friends and colleagues with another prominent anthropologist of the 1940’s, Ruth Benedict. Benedict was being considered for a government job so she needed to get FBI security clearance. In the ‘40’s, it was de rigueur to be morally upright (and uptight) as well as anti-communist. The FBI asked to interview my Dad as a character witness for Ruth Benedict.

As it happens, Benedict had borrowed my father’s summer house on occasion and used it to have loud, wild parties. She was a lesbian, so no men were involved. But homosexuality was an automatic deal breaker in those days. My Dad was worried about how to handle the ‘morals’ question that was sure to come up in his FBI interview. He didn’t want to ‘out’ Benedict but he wasn’t happy about lying to the FBI either.

Luckily, the FBI agent framed his question very narrowly. He established that Benedict was not married. Then he asked my father, “Does she go out with a lot of different men? Does she party with single men a lot?”

Honestly and with great relief, my Father answered, “Oh, no! She’s not that kind of girl!” The FBI agent diligently wrote down that answer. He went away happy and Benedict got the job. Dad’s cleverness helped both him and Benedict dodge a bullet that day!

DAD AND HIS TEMPER

As I said, my Dad was a well-known psychoanalyst. But he was also a very anxious man with very little self-control. If he was upset, he yelled. He wasn’t mean or demeaning or hostile. He just ranted at top volume a lot. He had no filter and no off button. This drove me crazy.

One day, when I was about 15, Dad went off into one of his hysterical fits. I think he couldn’t find something and he thought that someone had moved it off of his desk (no one was allowed to touch anything in his office). I just snapped. I started yelling back at him, saying things like, “ How can you be a therapist if you can’t control yourself?! How can you tell other people how to live their lives if you can’t get a grip on your own?!”

He stopped dead in his tracks and thought for a few seconds. Then he uttered this classic line: “My dear. I SELL it. I don’t USE it!”

We both burst out laughing and the incident was totally diffused. I always felt that his comment showed some humility about his personal failings. It was one of the few times in his life that he admitted any of his faults to me. After that day, I was a little more tolerant of his outbursts. I’d like to say that they were less frequents but I’d be lying. I just saw them in a different light.

COLUMBINE BY THE BUNCH

With all the rain we’ve had this spring, our garden is growing with a fury. Many of the flowers are coming up late, probably because it has also been rather cold. When the flowers finally show up, they will be giant flowers.

At this time, the garden is rich in columbine which typically, by this late in May, would be fading away while the lilies and roses take over.

No lilies in bloom and no rosebuds, either. But the lily greenery is huge. They are taller than I am and the rose bushes are thick with leaves and the beginning of buds.

FLOWERS OF THE DAY: COLUMBINE

MISTY EVANESCENCE

PHOTO CHALLENGE: Evanescent

Early mist in the woods in January

If you want to get philosophical about this, everything is evanescent. Life, the world, and the universe and all things in it. Nothing is forever.

Maine mist

The flowers will fade and bubbles will pop. The rainbow will be gone even while you look at it. The galaxy and universe will decline, vanish, and be no more.

Mist on the ocean

Misty mountains

I refuse to get gloomy about the ultimate passing of everything. Not today. I’m happy to live in this evanescent piece of life. I won’t be here forever, nor will you, or anyone. We may not last until tomorrow, for all I know. But I’m here, now, and it’s spring.


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TWO LADIES – THURSDAYS’ SPECIAL

THURSDAY’S SPECIAL: FEMALE

This house is nicely divided between two guys, and two ladies. Well, even better because two of our creatures are Scottish Terriers and the rest of us are … people. Last I looked, anyhow.

I tried to take a proper selfie today and remembered why I don’t. My arms are much too short. I looked horrible. I don’t mean “not too great” but more like “Bury that, please.” Bad. I wanted to post a picture since I got new glasses a couple of weeks ago. So far, no one has noticed the new glasses. I think they are quite different from the old ones, but apparently no one, including my son, can tell the difference.

I also look older, but that’s because I am older. Also, it seems I have an uneven ears. With wire rims, I could twist them a bit so they looked straight, but these don’t twist so they sit slantwise on my face.

I’m glad that full size glasses are back. I was tired of the itty bitty ones.

Now there’s the other lady in the house: Bonnie. Some might say she is a bit fat, but Garry says she is perfect!

Bonnie has perfect vision and does not need glasses. She is, my husband assures me, the perfect little girl.

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