Do you have any idea how long I’ve tried to take this photo? Years — years and years!
Ghost crabs are so furtive and agile that you usually just see a quick glimpse of their legs as they scurry from sight, down into their little den beneath the sand. But not this one. This one didn’t spot us walking up to it, realized too late that we were already upon it, and froze in place — hoping that we wouldn’t notice.
But we did! And I quickly turned into the crab paparazzi that I’ve always wanted to be. Surprisingly, I was able to get the front of the camera lens so close that it was almost touching the little guy. Unbelievable!
From our house to yours, this image taken during Thanksgiving preparations last year.
From the very get-go, I’ve had an uneasy relationship with Facebook; if you want to connect with people — especially close friends and family — Facebook is truly the place to be. However, I feel that Zuckerberg and company run it like a bunch of spoiled oligarchs, which requires constant readjustment of the privacy settings that they keep changing… and I hate that. I’m also not keen on being harvested for data that is then sold globally… and I especially hate that (grrrrrr).
I know, I know… if I’m so uneasy with it, why did I return to Facebook (yet again) after being away for a year or so? Ummm. Our cat… Nala. Yeah, it was all HER fault. She’s currently not in the room with me, so I’m completely free to blame her for absolutely everything. Blue sky? Nala’s fault. Deer crashes into the car and totals it? That would be Nala again (we really need to keep her deer chasing in check).
Seriously though, the people whom I want to connect to the most? They rarely communicate to me via email anymore, much less via the phone — and letter writing (even Christmas cards) is pretty much long dead for the majority of them. I thought there would be more frequent — and more detailed — communication with them on my WordPress site, but that has proven to be a pipe dream. All the while, Cindy kept sharing her Facebook timeline with me, showing me all the news from friends and family that I was missing… coaxing me… nudging me… (as I finally sigh and slump my shoulders in defeat against Boss-level powers of persuasion).
So — after the fourth or fifth time of leaving Facebook — am I back permanently? I’m not saying yes, but I’m also not saying no. If I get fed up again (and it’s bound to happen), I think I’ll just grit my teeth and go quiet for a while — without deleting my account for the umpteenth time.
Hi, this is your host, Mitch. I have none of the usual photo tips or post-processing tricks today, for tomorrow is Thanksgiving in my country, a national holiday that is open to all… regardless of gender, race, ethnicity, level of wealth, political persuasion, or religious beliefs. And rather than setting aside the time to put together another in-depth post on photography, I’ve been doing all the necessary support work (errand running, food shopping, and bottle washing) for the occasion.
The photo above is of our early Thanksgiving meal, and was taken last week as we visited some of my family down in Florida. The Cornish game hen was the only thing purchased, though they smoked the birds with peach wood themselves; everything else that was served on the table was grown in their own garden. It was a simple meal, but quite delicious. Continue Reading →
We visited my mother down in Florida last week (for an early Thanksgiving and Christmas rolled into one) and shot a bunch of images while we toured the area.
We’ve noticed as the years go by that the average age of attendees seems to be going up, which is a shame because young families could really benefit from and enjoy their time together out on the water.
Well, I think it’s time for another quiz. Shall we? Here are your clues:
That’s right — there aren’t any! Cindy says I’ve been too easy on you guys and that you should work to savor this one. So have at it. As usual, the only rules are keep it civil and have fun.
UPDATE: Tillerman won this yet AGAIN! But I have to say, I think the time is coming when he won’t be the winner for the majority of the quizzes.
One of our favorite state parks anywhere, Point Lookout has both a rich history and wonderful visuals to enjoy.
From my old office door. These days I’m located right in the middle of one of the very darkest areas. In the basement. With Milton. And our red Swingline staplers.
Swirls in the winter crop, during a cold walk for a warm meal…
And that drone would be me. And no, the overhead lights did not work when this photo was taken — so this is lit with the only light we had at the time. No windows. And deep in the guts of the basement.
There were times when I felt like Milton, from the movie Office Space.
Hi! Mitch here, with the latest installment of the Imagecraft Bootcamp series.
What is “vision”?
We hear other photographers speak of it; it’s become something of a mantra on photo media web sites (develop your vision, develop your vision, develop your vision, ad nauseam.); and it’s so oft-repeated that we just become numb to the concept. But what is it really? Continue Reading →
From the official website of the lighthouse:
John O’Neill became widely known for his heroic acts on the morning of May 3, 1813 when British forces under Admiral George Cockburn attacked Havre de Grace. The story is told that as a member of the militia, O’Neill was manning the Potato Battery cannons at Concord Point when the British barges appeared. He commenced firing, but his fellow militiamen ran away. Firing the cannon alone, he was injured by the gun’s recoil and fled into town. British forces landed at Concord Point and eventually captured O’Neill who had continued to resist with musket fire. Word reached the town that he was to be hung as a traitor the next day. Popular legend tells that his 16 year old daughter, Matilda, rowed out to Cockburn’s vessel, the Maidstone. She brought evidence of his commission in the militia, and pled for his release. Cockburn gave her his gold-lined snuffbox in honor of her bravery and promised to release her father, which he did. O’Neill became known as the “hero of Havre de Grace” and received a ceremonial sword from the citizens of Philadelphia in honor of his heroism. The sword carries the following inscription:“PRESENTED TO THE GALLANT JOHN O’NEIL FOR HIS VALOR AT HAVRE DE GRACE, BY PHILADELPHIA-1813.” There are disputes about the exact events of the British attack, with some claiming that O’Neill’s heroism is overblown and Matilda’s actions are pure lore. However, both the snuffbox and the sword exist, handed down through the families, and are in the collections of the Maryland Historical Trust.
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Great Falls, after a lot of rain in the region and during some heavy fog.
One of my many photo opportunities during my commute into work. Spring and fall are my favorite times of the year, because that’s when we see a variety of different fog types appear.