POTD: Black and Blue #1

POTD: Black and Blue #1Black and Blue #1
Badlands National Park, South Dakota
2016

I can do subtle in my treatment of photographs, but I have a real hard time not going high contrast given half a chance. The Badlands on a bright, sunny day provide that opportunity in spades. That’s especially true if, in the tradition of Ansel Adams and company, you take blue skies to black (via red filters for film photographers, black and white transform tools for us digital folks).

POTD: Just for Me

POTD: Just for MeJust for Me
Badlands National Park, South Dakota
2016

Back when I was in grade school in Wichita, Kansas my class went on a field trip. While we were on that trip we heard a meadowlard singing. One of the adults on the trip told us that the meadowlark was singing just for us because it was the Kansas state bird and we were of course Kansans.

Even at that young age I thought that was a pretty silly statement to make, yet to this day I think of that field trip whenever we’re out driving around and happen to hear one. The Fashion Queen is likely getting tired of hearing me saying “Listen, that meadowlark is singing just for me!” Whoever they are singing for, they have beautiful voices and the campground we were staying at in the Badlands was chock full of meadowlarks. It was quite a treat.

Time Management

Occasionally I will challenge myself and spend some time trying to understand quantum mechanics, relativity and the nature of time. I’ll pick up a survey book on the subject, one that is billed as written for the layman, and quickly find myself thoroughly confused. From that I generally conclude that I must not be a layman.¬† But I’m glad to see that Zippy has a handle on the whole thing, including it’s relevance to everyday life.

05/07/10 Zippy the Pinhead

POTD: Nice Looks, Bad Vibes

POTD: Nice Looks, Bad VibesNice Looks, Bad Vibes
Wichita, Kansas
2016

This building now houses the historical museum where I shot the photos from the last few days. But back in the 60’s and 70’s when I was growing up in Wichita¬† it was the police department. I’m not saying I spent a lot of time there but when I did go there to pay the few traffic tickets I earned, it always made me really nervous. Maybe my long hair made me feel too conspicuous, or perhaps I had a guilty conscience.