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Brooks Jensen, editor of LensWork magazine, discussed my Opus Corvus images in his LensWork Daily post today. You can see it here.]]>

Protecting Your Young Steamboat Springs, Colorado 2012

Unlike the last two, this photo doesn’t remind me of anything from popular culture, but it does have it’s own metaphorical interpretation–the inward curving petals (or whatever they are) covering the seed bed below suggests a mother protecting her young.]]>

Feed Me Seymour, Feed Me Steamboat Springs, Colorado 2012

Another botanical shot that reminds me of something from popular culture, in this case the play/movie The Little Shop of Horrors.]]>

Triggers Steamboat Springs, Colorado 2012

Although I’d rather it not happen as it takes away from really enjoying them, when I see lily pads like these it always brings to mind Pac-Man. In fact I think I’ve posted such a comment sometime in the past, which is a further indication on how much my mind is stuck on that thought.]]>

Mistakes of Scale Steamboat Springs, Colorado 2012

This photo of seed heads on some decorative type of thistle plant at the botanical gardens in Steamboat looks more like an electron microscope photograph of pollen spores. It’s a good thing people aren’t allergic to these bad boys.]]>

The Bather Steamboat Springs, Colorado 2012

I was sitting at a picnic table in the shade along the Yampa River in downtown Steamboat Springs chatting with my friend Steve when this young woman and some friends came along to cool off in the pool below us. When she wandered between the two trees I was facing, I was pretty much obligated to take this photo even though it’s not my usual schtick. I may be getting old, but I still know cheesecake when I see it.]]>

Reverse Conundrums Steamboat Springs, Colorado 2012

What’s the opposite of being between a rock and a hard place?

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Art in Passing #8 Whitefish, Montana 2012

One last image from this series.

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Art in Passing #7 Whitefish, Montana 2012

In general I really like dogs, but at art shows not so much. After enough dogs run through a booth leaving their scent, the males tend to turn into the harshest of all art critics. In fairness to them, they are outside and how are they supposed to know the difference between a fireplug or a tree and my browse bins or display panels.]]>