It’s been a whirlwind of socializing and blessing and eating and all. I’m pretty tuckered out.
But I did want to stop and note that this photograph was taken by a camera phone. A camera. In my phone. Have people already stopped being amazed by this?
C’mon, look at it! It’s a macro photo of a mushroom. It has startling sharpness in all the right places, and decent bokeh everywhere else. All from a lens smaller than a ladybug.
Technology is awesome.
I’ve just been crazy busy. Don’t know which way is up. And it’s going to be like this for awhile. I am grateful to all six of my faithful readers for hanging in there with me.
To marry is an act of great optimism, of enormous affirmation, of communal celebration.
I was honored to be present at the union of this lovely couple and privileged to be their photographer for the occasion.
Long life and love, Georgeanne and Charlie!
Most of the things that keep me awake to the beauty of the world are no big deal. They’re not showstoppers: the gaudy sunsets, the stunning confluence of shapes and colors, the extraordinarily lovely person. No, most of the time it’s quiet little things, like the late afternoon light raking across plants in a blue ceramic pot sitting on a stoop.
I’m lucky that these radiant small things glow so brightly in my mind’s eye.
People do actually “sit a spell” hereabouts.
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And here you have it: why I sit on my porch in the evening. Well, one of the reasons. But it’s a good one, don’t you think?
Oh, and have a look at what I was photographing at this time last year. Quite the coinkidink. (I swear I only noticed this as I was making this post. I had to change the title of this post because I already had used “Cloudscape,” but I didn’t know when ’til I went to the fetch the “year ago” link.)
Western North Carolina—bringing you spectacular cloudscapes, year after year.
I love alleyways. I love the behind-the-sceneness of them. Their furtive air, where secrets are enacted out in the open. They are the private life of the urban street.
Take sensible precautions, but walk an alley now and then.
Asheville’s got a lot of murals, sometimes in hidden, unexpected places. They change pretty often too.
This one somehow seems appropriate for the advent of Summer.
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