It’s in the contrast. Just the other evening, Dennis and I were discussing polarity within images. When I shot this, contrast was indisputable. And, making it even better, no editing!
Vibrant blankets nod submissively while claps of chaos reverberate overhead.
Violet blankets of camas drape lower Bush Park.
Here is Day Number Three…
It’s competition, brute survival. Busy living in a buzzing vibrant environment. Get the goods before the others do. And watch out for those pesky hummers.
Here’s a few spring fling photos. I’m going to create a new gallery, the “Spring Fling Photos 2013” gallery. Feel free to use them. How’s that sound? Peachy and good. There are some colors coming along down at the old park, blooming and splashing with April just at the corner. I was just about ready to leave, have me another stroll at the park, second one of the day (look at me, eh?), when the clouds above turned on their creaky faucets. Kind of dampened the whole idea, so I’ll be burning off the extra energy at the gym instead. Nothing new there.
Listening to Iggy Pop and James Williamson, mixed with the Seeds.
My back is feeling better. My chiropractor said I’ve made a ton of progress. Such a relief.
Out with pops, and captured a few pics along the way.
No flowers or frogs were disturbed.
Mellow (Golden) Yellow.
Last days of summer.
Anybody know the name?
Or this one?
How about this guy?
Not quite ripe.
Grapes Of Wrath. Not really, just wanted to use that title.
I was really digging these. Imagine the bees, “Go to the light, go to the liiiight.”
“Thanks for visiting,” Vibrant, the leap frog.