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365 Days of Photography with Day Number 48…

Day Number 48…

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Crunch. This one is a few hours late. I fell asleep early. Forgive me.

365 Days of Photography with Day Number 12…

Day Number 12…

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I rarely post selfies, but when I do…

365 Days of Photography with Day Number 11…

Day Number 11…

©365-11This is where I encountered more hunters than I’ve ever seen before. Just about all of them had their faces painted. So, just beyond that tree line, they were waiting patiently. Elk on the agenda.

365 Days of Photography with Day Number 10…

Day Number 10…

©365-10It’s literally morphed into the landscape. And it’s easy to miss, if you don’t keep your eyes peeled.

365 Days of Flash Photography, With Day Number 100 and 101…

Here is Day Number 100…

Adjusted100Going flash crazy. Selfie mug, in celebration of my 100th day of flash photography, even though it’s a day late. This photo reveals what happens when playing with too much flash, and while reflecting back on 100 days of reflective (flash) photography. I wanted to add something more, like a weird symbol or two from a weathered Blue Oyster Cult album. However, I was too lazy. Instead I was left with, “I’m beginning to see the light” by the Velvet Underground.

 

Here is Day Number 101… 

Adjusted101Colors are amazing right now. I love it.

365 Days of Flash Photography, With Day Number 98…

Here is Day Number 98…

Adjusted98Posing on the busy bustling streets of downtown Albany. Maybe Albany, NY. Maybe not. Vogue status.

 Adjusted98.2Word on the streets. Thug life chose her. Stole my beanie in the act.

Pumpkin Seeds for Pleasantries

Fall Tracks

It’s the usual when shopping at Fred Meyer’s. Nearly every time I’m in line, something odd or surreal happens. I sometimes wonder if I’m hallucinating, but I’m not. It’s just things barely hanging in the balance between reality and misguided sanity. I’d like to say insanity, but that would be too easy. It’d be nice to think that the cashiers could possibly be a bit friendlier, could possibly share a smile while scanning goods, items that I’m purchasing which gives them a job.

Great Option for a Winery

I’ve made calls, complaints, with minimal effort on the other end. She was not a smiler, no boy, not this one. She barked orders, “Put that on the ground over there.” So, I dropped my basket on the ground, over there. Then came the mini interrogation.

“Are you married?” No.

“You sure eat like you’re married.” That’s great.

“All this healthy stuff. How much do you need?” Try it sometime.

“Pumpkin seeds? Are these really pumpkin seeds?” Yep. “Huh. Who would’a thought. Go figure.”

No smile. No pleasantries. Do I need a special permit to buy healthy? Or is there a special permit for pumpkin seeds that I’m clueless about? Maybe pumpkin seeds for pleasantries next time around? Maybe I just need to be married, then it wouldn’t be such a hassle buying healthy goods. Or maybe I should just shop Roth’s.

Take A Seat

365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #351-353

Here is number 351… 

Intrusive spell. Multiple grays. Static skies, thick contrast, and a noisy downpour. Thunder claps, all off beat. Stan Getz over the speakers, sweet and melodic. Wipers waving. October turning into November, sharing a rare nostalgic April evening, like an old memory returning home. An emptying of hues, an evening draining away. And a rainbow, promising to never flood the earth again. 

 Here is number 352…

Herons hold a council meeting. Subjects are debatable. 

 Here is number 353…

You’ve all heard of the goose with the golden egg. Now, it’s geese flying to the plunder. 

365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #349-350 with Celebration of Life: Grandpa Larry Leek

It’s crazy thinking that my grandpa is in heaven. I’m guessing if there are vehicles in heaven, Larry’s gotta be one of the mechanics. 

 

Here is number 349…

Sister dreaming of a new ride. 

 

Here is number 350…

Perfect fall color combo! That’s a real truck. 

365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #347-348

Here is number 347… 

Favorite shrub in the fall? It’s gotta be the widow maker, otherwise known as the vine maple. It’s hard to miss. Fire engine red over here, school bus yellow over there. Just small bunches of them, scraggly, sprawling, eye-catching nonetheless. They hog most of the attention come October. Especially along stream banks, clearcut slopes, and raw lava beds. I think of them, in their golden to red colonies, as “Autumn Rooted Impressionists.” 

 

Here is number 348…

Antelope, Oregon. Once dominated by the Rajneesh. Good times.