I hope to use this on my Christmas CArd this year, but am having some issues with the black and white printing. We love this woodsy, quiet place!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
In Edwin Markham's house, in San Jose's History Parkthe docents have collected volumes of books he might have had and the types of chairs he might have sat in while his Mom served up Sunday dinner. It wasn't that long ago, and nearly forever.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Vegetables and leaves RULE in infrared. This is your invitation to visit a farm market as soon as you can. It was very windy and I was with someone else, so I didn't get the pictures I wanted, but I did get this transcendent squash!
Friday, October 24, 2008
Tiny clouds over our tiny house; my husband in his tiny Bronco, originally uploaded by jhhymas.
It's all in the title, but you have to look for it. I had him let me out to take pictures as I walked home down the two-track. I only caught this one of him driving away from me.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
In just a few days the leaves will all be gone. Welcome to winter. Although the weather is still quite warm. Sometimes, you might bring a sweater. . . I love the lacy remnant leaves at the right of the photo, and wish I had captured more of them.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
A problem with this digital camera is that it has no viewfinder and the light often makes it difficult to keep the horizon even. I would have like this to have a little less foreground, a straight horizon and a little less plain sand in the foreground. That said, I like the infrared effect on the grasses. I will be looking for more clumps of grass to work on.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
You can't see it at this size, but the overnight moisture has beaded up on the decking that we put Thompson's Waterseal on the day before. We felt very virtuous. Thompson's is one of the fine old products that I remember from my childhood. Unlike my favorite brand of shampoo (Silkience) you can still get it.
Infrared gives this domestic shot a little glamour, I think. It is more interesting to me than in straight black and white.
Friday, October 10, 2008
I took this with my first infrared camera; I broke the switch when I took it to Greece, I suppose I should try to get it repaired. I liked using it. And it had a viewfinder, which my current one does not. This house is what Edwin Markham's mother didn't have to have as an empty nest, since he lived with her. The foliage at the top is part of the huge oak tree that stands in front of the house at its current location in San Jose History Park.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
When we bought the land the bracken grew back by the wood. Each year it grows closer and threatens to engulf the house. I love the ferny greeness of it. But by autumn it grows tall enough to completely hide browsing whitetail deer. They leap when they run and show their white flags, and disappear again. It's tough to walk through, too. My grandson mowed this pretty curve at the edge of the meadow.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Thursday, October 2, 2008
I am sending you this peaceful image of the natural world during the vice presidential candidate debate. Palin is looking at the camera and Biden is looking at Gwen Ifill. Strike one for Joe. It really makes quite a difference. I wonder if I would remember to look at the camera instead of the moderator under that kind of pressure.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
More through-the-windshield infrared. I wanted to scream: stop the car! It was raining and there was no roadside big enough to get off the road. This cloud could almost make me believe in heaven.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Standing corn next to the Waldron Fen Nature Preserve. More infrared. All the time we were walking past, a flock of Yellow-rump warblers seasoned with a few palm warblers were flitting into the few rows nearest the edge. Of course, they might just have been avoiding the birders, but maybe they found insects in the corn, too. Someone said he thought there were bugs in the tassels, but the birds I saw were flying about a foot lower than that. Another mystery.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
I am just learning how to do this, but I love the results. You can make any weedpatch or clump of trees look world-class, I think. I took these pictures with my infrared camera, a Fujifilm Finepix F30. I got it on eBay; there are quite a few companies that convert them to be able to see infrared light, which is outside the visible spectrum. With any converted camera that enables you to set a custom white balance, you can avoid most of the the color cast. Otherwise they are sort of pink, or blue if you choose a tungsten white balance. After conversion, the camera is only good for these pictures. They are still RGB files, but look monotone.
There are two problems with the unprocessed files besides the possible color cast. One is a slight softness of the image, which hasn't bothered me with landscapes (or you can sharpen); the other is that the range of values nearly ALWAYS needs to be increased. It is very easy to do in Picasa, if you feel lazy. That's the way I did this, which I took on this morning's birdwalk. There are probably better ways to do it in Photoshop. I will work on a few things later and more intensely--when I find which images I like best. I am so excited about these ghostly white trees. And the Lake Michigan pictures I took at Sturgeon Bay earlier this month.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Wallace Stevens Talks to Clouds
"Addressing Clouds is an actual address to the clouds. The gloomy grammarians and funest philosophers are the clouds themselves. What could be simpler? Of course, it all depends on the point of view. People scent symbolism as if something of their own realism and reason must, like the blood of an Englishman, be somewhere concealed. You can imagine people accustomed to potatoes studying apples with the idea that unless the apples somehow contain potatoes they are unreasonable. Such people have poignant difficulties with zinnias and pies."
from a letter to Alice Corbin Henderson, March 27, 1922.
Wallace Stevens; Collected Poetry and Prose, p. 938.
I want to go back to Sturgeon Bay! And talk to clouds . . .