Technically speaking, not much of a photo—zoomed too much, tons of noise—but as impressionistic Saturday afternoon bird shots go, I like it. This is what wet mountains feel like. And for all my bitching about what’s after all a normal life in these parts, I’d rather look out on something like this than any sort [...]
writing life
This photo taken June 24, 2013 (wasn’t carrying my camera today)
It was after Labor Day and all the Texans had gone home. When I arrived at the parking lot, I was all alone. There was no one on the trail. As hot as it was (90 °F), at least the air was dry, and I even had a breeze. Low humidity plus moving air means [...]
Flaps down and coming in
There were plenty of hummingbirds this evening, mostly rufous females and immature males. I was lucky enough to get some nifty action shots like this one. A couple of these are rather different, and I’ll post more directly. »Buy This Photo!«
Callie rocks the rule of thirds
It’s very simple, she said. Look around, do you see a riot? Is the government collapsing, are there racists wearing guns? Has Reactor 4 gone critical? Did Obama betray us all? Are there Wall Street bankers in the grass? Is that a drone I hear? Is a tar sands pipeline sneaking through the sage? Did [...]
Overlook Park in White Rock, NM, high above the Rio Grande
Don’t fence me in, I said. Don’t make me choose. What if I want something else another time? Who could give up that? And so I never really unpacked anywhere. (Still don’t, just ask my wife.) Rather than making it easier to jump, this means accumulating baggage. All the reasons, rationales, and run-arounds. History repeated, [...]
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