tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33685040860125296552024-03-18T15:06:37.585-06:00Keith's Odyssey to Planet FitnessIronman Canada - DONE! What next?Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.comBlogger3943125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-70652569767258729322024-03-17T11:09:00.000-06:002024-03-17T11:09:32.065-06:00COVID 2020 to 2024<div style="text-align: left;">Almost exactly 4 years ago I wrote about COVID <a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2020/07/perspective.html" target="_blank">here</a>. You might want to review. One of the salient points is this chart.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">American deaths, slightly rounded.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Vietnam 58,300 over 20 years, with peak death rates in the 70's so a low deaths per month rate overall. First real time graphic media coverage of a war, so that might be part of the impact.</div><div>Korea 36,500 36 months 1,000/month</div><div>WWI 116,000 19 months 6,100/month</div><div>WWII 417,000 45 months 9,200/month</div><div>Civil War 750,000 48 months 15,600/month</div><div>COVID 140,000 5 months 28,000/month (so far, and the number of cases is growing daily. The death rate cannot but rise along with it.) (this was as of March 2020.)</div><div>Spanish Flu 675,000 12 months 56,000/month</div><div>(As a note, the USA population in 2018 was about 103 million people, so about half of 1 percent of the American population died of Spanish Flu.)</div><div><br /></div><div>And now, COVID in 2024, as of last week per CID <a href="https://covid.cdc.gov/covid-data-tracker/#datatracker-home" target="_blank">here</a>, is 1.184 MILLION deaths out of a total population of 332 million. Those deaths are the entire population of cities like San Jose, San Diego, or Dallas. All of these are in the top 10 cities ranked by population. Imagine that, one of the biggest cities in America, with everybody dying. Over 4 years that is 24,600/month. </div><div><br /></div><div>Or another way to think about it, COVID killed a third of 1 percent of the population, and that's WITH our knowledge base about disease, and the treatments available. And on the flip side, that's WITH the anti-vaxx, anti-mask, anti-public heath measure idiots.</div><div><br /></div><div>Total hospitalizations is 6.88 MILLION, or 2 percent of the American population were sick enough to go to a hospital. They don't know how many were sick enough to go, but didn't because they couldn't afford it. Or waited too long and died before they got there. </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So far in Canada, according to <a href="https://health-infobase.canada.ca/covid-19/" target="_blank">this</a> government site, there have been 58,643 deaths from COVID. That's the population of St. Alberta, almost the population of Prince George. There were 55 in the last week alone. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I worked from home mid 2020 to middish 2021, then retired from oil and gas work. I've mostly lost touch with people still working, but the little I do hear is that most office workers are still working at least part time from home. The bosses are trying to nudge the workers back to full time in the office, and there's some push back. During the <a href="https://keithcartmellphotography.blogspot.com/2024/03/visions-in-reflections.html" target="_blank">walk</a> through the +15 a couple weeks ago we noted there weren't many people around, and that was lunchtime on a Tuesday. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There are still complaints that business can't hire enough people, which is why it takes so long to get stuff done, and why it's so expensive. As a quick digression, many people blame Trudeau for this. Him personally, with malice aforethought, did everything bad over the last couple generations. He personally signed all the CERB cheques that got sent to a bunch of freeloaders. I have heard those very words straight from the lips of cranky old men in the hot tub. I bite my tongue. When they start babbling about Trump I leave, fearing the verbal diarrhea might turn to the fecal version.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here we are 4 years later. In lots of ways we're back to 'normal'. Before COVID there were a few people wearing masks for whatever reason, and now it's about the same again. Traffic is as bad as ever. I don't go to the malls much, but the parking lots are full. The library is busy. The farmers market we like is busy. Our main supermarket is under active construction, so I don't know if the before/after comparison is fair, but there's still lots of people in it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And do you know what's really busy? Really, really busy? Hospitals. They are overwhelmed, and it shouldn't be a surprise to anyone. Wait times are through the roof. All the illnesses and conditions that could be managed with regular care, all those "optional" procedures, all the older people wanting some level of medical care to prevent or delay worse conditions, were deferred or delayed because the hallways were full of people dying of COVID. And now all that deferred treatment is coming home to roost, in a system where the medical professionals have been drained dry over the last 4 years. Many have retired, taken stress leave, or just burned out. And if that wasn't bad enough, Alberta's idiot UCP government chose to pick a fight with the doctors and nurses in an effort to send money to privatized clinics that would benefit Minister Shandro and other buddies of the regime.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That's part of the Conservative mind-set. Defund the public services, then claim they don't work, cherry pick the best parts to be outsourced to their buddies for private profit. Except it doesn't work. Service at the medical labs took an abrupt turn for the worse when privatized. It used to be one could make an appointment for a couple days out, no problem, and urgent tests could often be done the same day. Last time I needed blood work done it was 5 weeks till the first appointment at all, and 6 to get one that was mostly convenient. Even with the scheduling, the appointments were running 45 minutes to an hour late, for a reserved time. Now we're going to have to spend 31.5 million to rescue the lab services from Dynalife. We should get that money from the people that made the decision to hire Dynalife by suing them into bankruptcy. Plus the Dynalife execs.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And some people think it's a good idea to let the UCP strip off a pile of money from the CPP managers, and let their pet investment agency (Aimco) 'manage' it. Or more likely, lose it through politically motivated boondoggles, just like the Heritage Fund. Don't get me started.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Back to COVID. Disease is the scourge of humanity. In many wars disease killed more than the fighting. Disease doesn't care if your cause is noble. Disease doesn't care what god or gods you worship, or don't. A human lifetime ago, if you got infected from any of a nearly infinite number of causes, you had a small chance of fighting it off, but most likely you died. Half the people born didn't make it to 15. It was a pretty grim world. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We know so much more now. We know our hands are a great disease vector, and washing them with soap and water is a great way to break the chain of infection. It took a long time to convince doctors that going directly from doing an autopsy to a childbirth was a great way to kill mother and child. Some people still don't get it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It takes a special sort of stupid to believe that the vaccine is worse than the disease. Yes, there are a few people who for various reasons cannot or should not be vaccinated, and an actual medical doctor can provide the appropriate advice. Not a priest or any of their ilk, or a youtuber 'expert'. For most people the downside is a sore arm or drowsiness. Better than dying any day. All the excuses are bullshit. Consult the appropriate medical advice and suck it up. Deniers are the major reason why TB and measles are coming back.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Rust never sleeps, so our infrastructures will fall down if not maintained. </div><div style="text-align: left;">Disease never sleeps. Our best efforts only make it take a short rest.</div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-80060419609853097802024-03-15T09:44:00.001-06:002024-03-15T09:44:34.282-06:00TIWATIWIS<div style="text-align: left;">No I'm not smoking dope. I'm just finishing my first cup of coffee. I'll explain.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There are many kinds of photographs, done with many different intentions. Some are wonderful, some are not. There is a particular category that I call, There I was, and this is what I saw. (now go back and look at the title again. Are we good?)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Good.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Those of you that have been following along know I go to Red Deer to buy wine kits. Why? It's cheaper. I saved $60 on one kit. We're only buying 3 kits this year, but it adds up, even considering the cost of gas to get there and back. I happen to know that our car will burn 18 L of gas for that trip. Gas is shockingly expensive just now, at $1.49 /L, so $27 for the trip. It's even better when I can pick up all the kits in one trip, but that doesn't always happen. That was about to turn into a digression on oil company profit margins, but I restrained myself.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I sometimes like to take the scenic route, and sometimes my friend Sean comes along, and we both bring our cameras. Yesterday was such a day.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The problem is that this is the yucky season for landscapes. Melting snow and nothing growing doesn't make for good photos. Search light bright sunlight scorching the snow doesn't help. However, it is what it is, and part of the challenge is to find or create nice photos anyways.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I cannot count the number of times I've driven past the signs for Dickson Dam, which creates Gleniffer Lake. I've never been there, and decided that was as good a place as any to check out. After all, what's the worst that could happen?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Which leads back to the title. We got there ok, and wandered around a bit. There wasn't much to see. Unless things change dramatically, there isn't much to see even in summer. We took photos anyways, but they do not even pretend to be anything more than documentary evidence we were there.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">1. The spillway from across the river valley, from a viewing area that I think is a teenage hangout for watching the submarine races, given the fast food containers overflowing the garbage bins.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVJYb4g7MrEyGlK4WXtPuC4oBbAlBXz1Dnk5tJ710OCS47OtS0IL9iganiWjMwAbPayTelh2ySNoKbZQlRqq2xa6LqI7cb7HhSct-cm5KrvW0X3fDo_DiyWCLlCMSqnubTdHokINZbxbrLd88X74I-7fbC3Wos53s-rlcVmXqW_dSfjkr62ESsaIRlILA/s2048/20240314-IMG_0263.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVJYb4g7MrEyGlK4WXtPuC4oBbAlBXz1Dnk5tJ710OCS47OtS0IL9iganiWjMwAbPayTelh2ySNoKbZQlRqq2xa6LqI7cb7HhSct-cm5KrvW0X3fDo_DiyWCLlCMSqnubTdHokINZbxbrLd88X74I-7fbC3Wos53s-rlcVmXqW_dSfjkr62ESsaIRlILA/s320/20240314-IMG_0263.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">2. Faint shadows on ice.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdA9kkBFIWIh0bpQY968ZZR8selvt5M3DGi115r9G2xNaUj6VTTueX_fil0sHznKLqHigZOqH-XEEJvBKmm1Y5z1a8Xt5iB4NtM6E467ikpaLr6zNs_eY73YJc_bgra4-Kpsp45fg0SQobmQFFWBL3uUtA1mUAWkrcbQ05H6AioxsQ_P9RVIVTg9hc24/s2048/20240314-IMG_0244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimdA9kkBFIWIh0bpQY968ZZR8selvt5M3DGi115r9G2xNaUj6VTTueX_fil0sHznKLqHigZOqH-XEEJvBKmm1Y5z1a8Xt5iB4NtM6E467ikpaLr6zNs_eY73YJc_bgra4-Kpsp45fg0SQobmQFFWBL3uUtA1mUAWkrcbQ05H6AioxsQ_P9RVIVTg9hc24/s320/20240314-IMG_0244.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>3. Ice cracks with faint shadows.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXavewvDusbbKZV9XPAd9qA3S23zer7eMTM-zr4o4Xz0to7O2eVEITXjg8OSJNDwciC8EZfKCGWN3poND_YDh6AgtZNABAa0d5oszKBWI8wJBlC60vzu1k4N8pFWJwnuNm6Ozv7UWfhDF7TwCZ9zeWe0ycpE5KbEg4bdiYTHUl5EzlnZF18GzXWNnrTIg/s2048/20240314-IMG_0245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXavewvDusbbKZV9XPAd9qA3S23zer7eMTM-zr4o4Xz0to7O2eVEITXjg8OSJNDwciC8EZfKCGWN3poND_YDh6AgtZNABAa0d5oszKBWI8wJBlC60vzu1k4N8pFWJwnuNm6Ozv7UWfhDF7TwCZ9zeWe0ycpE5KbEg4bdiYTHUl5EzlnZF18GzXWNnrTIg/s320/20240314-IMG_0245.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>4. The water level is way way down.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMQh2AkAitOsmI2TGaNFnQyS9LTxE4BoguTGqPWdC7Y38pObuKqHdvaGIcohrC3rNVKs-UIZEvgpM-WWMm9hXmhJOTA7_SKU-vnmO02Y90ZmiXWLEOALF8GD6Ul8yKcay3UZcyrzi0CHEtyqVdJny6XC5yvt72z3WnlxLydAux2Ahh-fMfIck6X99LkKg/s2048/20240314-IMG_0247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMQh2AkAitOsmI2TGaNFnQyS9LTxE4BoguTGqPWdC7Y38pObuKqHdvaGIcohrC3rNVKs-UIZEvgpM-WWMm9hXmhJOTA7_SKU-vnmO02Y90ZmiXWLEOALF8GD6Ul8yKcay3UZcyrzi0CHEtyqVdJny6XC5yvt72z3WnlxLydAux2Ahh-fMfIck6X99LkKg/s320/20240314-IMG_0247.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>5.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-Sr5EpYPTZZh2vM8TUT7td5Gaoqa4ehmFbQYwv2pFtfOxgQ60JBNuqqgjcCOh1PpQHFY_FxmSc5fxfV6dfa31m_3ZI1gIIvglTAC_q8hG7hV5i5VMvR7NiFR6zB3GXsuT6VRTcyabXzxClme7nh_o1Hbdlm_HiQWbJwsbFBJSa6LYyebPoZ3g7ys2Gc/s2048/20240314-IMG_0249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-Sr5EpYPTZZh2vM8TUT7td5Gaoqa4ehmFbQYwv2pFtfOxgQ60JBNuqqgjcCOh1PpQHFY_FxmSc5fxfV6dfa31m_3ZI1gIIvglTAC_q8hG7hV5i5VMvR7NiFR6zB3GXsuT6VRTcyabXzxClme7nh_o1Hbdlm_HiQWbJwsbFBJSa6LYyebPoZ3g7ys2Gc/s320/20240314-IMG_0249.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>6. Converting to B&W was the only way to actually see the mountains in the photo.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQatWJ8U8qbdKnaz7C338xJFzwLSxxLkb44Sv3FbhN43SGUmjgPBiK_MuP6ue4avtW6Ge73fykRbHDCjFX-jNK8b_JwZaJN1JBBg1H8y4EKGv3UBNJT1AsG2ehzFP-pp56xAegG23mxo8n4UtTh2vhzH635gqONrj06noV8tNcPgXNsUk8NIXkBAs10Kk/s2048/20240314-IMG_0250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQatWJ8U8qbdKnaz7C338xJFzwLSxxLkb44Sv3FbhN43SGUmjgPBiK_MuP6ue4avtW6Ge73fykRbHDCjFX-jNK8b_JwZaJN1JBBg1H8y4EKGv3UBNJT1AsG2ehzFP-pp56xAegG23mxo8n4UtTh2vhzH635gqONrj06noV8tNcPgXNsUk8NIXkBAs10Kk/s320/20240314-IMG_0250.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>7.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3OM81IRgiFgMD8gCHivEtxXYObkF_qJmZm0XjZOCsiBnitWpL0EUj6FieskHiXUc1Z044Ab8OaZqPkHMVPwrALKAikfCbc6GPhE7-n0C4KedkT5k0i1jyZrpYAhXYka0c6L7c3RygKmahq6PzQt4VDgk-GhVg4-xBhlDAaMcBHrwjDSa9MOp65mQg_ws/s2048/20240314-IMG_0251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3OM81IRgiFgMD8gCHivEtxXYObkF_qJmZm0XjZOCsiBnitWpL0EUj6FieskHiXUc1Z044Ab8OaZqPkHMVPwrALKAikfCbc6GPhE7-n0C4KedkT5k0i1jyZrpYAhXYka0c6L7c3RygKmahq6PzQt4VDgk-GhVg4-xBhlDAaMcBHrwjDSa9MOp65mQg_ws/s320/20240314-IMG_0251.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>8. Best photo of the day, Sean working on a composition with the most interesting thing we saw there.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT1hoRMK7ymb2Qsu_1Q3dLu0rCeXKKlEFJoIEFChJaq_bOKUKPviAJaa9qFWwbbxwocTIo6_Pe2shoUpSUrcVPpZBwzGbe8yjxgknHqSE05sj-HA6tav2Nl00zR8rC9j1la8eHJqVT_IHSwRSANSGcuy01CyqQoS7XPtvGYST5Fwh_rDDnd3IOtystuEE/s2048/20240314-IMG_0260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT1hoRMK7ymb2Qsu_1Q3dLu0rCeXKKlEFJoIEFChJaq_bOKUKPviAJaa9qFWwbbxwocTIo6_Pe2shoUpSUrcVPpZBwzGbe8yjxgknHqSE05sj-HA6tav2Nl00zR8rC9j1la8eHJqVT_IHSwRSANSGcuy01CyqQoS7XPtvGYST5Fwh_rDDnd3IOtystuEE/s320/20240314-IMG_0260.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>9. That white area in the left foreground? That's Gleniffer beach. Ipanema and Piha have nothing to worry about.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvdg4xRSCJyIWQm8uJd92ub5ebv7ccCEc_GaaJjHoe2J_DHxMXvxP4HB9XK7EXk2vEo3dUpoaqimoUiLWBqRJBkSCpp7UysgkNv4dkn8olIoKMp4rzeyp4ThwlhJIsQILxgtXXezTWTqRcP90Mx9kJy8IQ43FvEuRENMGKpnJNkmaTxOrdEH9k_fet2NI/s2048/20240314-IMG_0253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvdg4xRSCJyIWQm8uJd92ub5ebv7ccCEc_GaaJjHoe2J_DHxMXvxP4HB9XK7EXk2vEo3dUpoaqimoUiLWBqRJBkSCpp7UysgkNv4dkn8olIoKMp4rzeyp4ThwlhJIsQILxgtXXezTWTqRcP90Mx9kJy8IQ43FvEuRENMGKpnJNkmaTxOrdEH9k_fet2NI/s320/20240314-IMG_0253.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Was the trip a failure? Of course not! After this we zig zagged into Red Deer, got the wine kit, had a nice lunch and drove back, with great conversation along the way. </div><div><br /></div><div>To change the topic a bit, one of the things was discussing activities in person with other people, such as shared events, coffee, or lunch, and how much better that is than on-line 'interactions'. <br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />Of the Day</div><div>Driftwood (NZ)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtUDRe4wwheJMCXZEG0aHfYCfLaE9i9M-nRH1iYqUa4fWipVVshnBTUNnrvcQ1Ocn0o7g772zdm_lzDUGC0eCSJSdDS4yVXxWAWqUdTMcDVj5ATGKDjNQXx7stwfIglOtYcCUD84XVxBAx9SiOLM7fh2n2QDi1qOwjnw8mBokm86A8C4P_pENRuHZs_h0/s2048/20200319-IMG_0635.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtUDRe4wwheJMCXZEG0aHfYCfLaE9i9M-nRH1iYqUa4fWipVVshnBTUNnrvcQ1Ocn0o7g772zdm_lzDUGC0eCSJSdDS4yVXxWAWqUdTMcDVj5ATGKDjNQXx7stwfIglOtYcCUD84XVxBAx9SiOLM7fh2n2QDi1qOwjnw8mBokm86A8C4P_pENRuHZs_h0/s320/20200319-IMG_0635.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Yukon</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP8lW6_Md26XOJQ3_gu7C4sDCAFrBAAzn8Lqlkn-Wmhr7eamAh62gg-o_Lc2oJyzuBMRKKsehKx9_xNgR73hL8-f0Ln6z10ioiu7W0EvNkcm4G6MUYeOeH7Alr_U-UNjmX0YrQAIQ1ErQOmfczi002S7BAlvvHdJYOepPioD57cweXhd_u_94ftaNfh_Y/s320/20161221-IMG_1009.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Film (new) There were some thoughts about the juxtaposition of those wooden seats, at least that's what I think they are, with the towers downtown.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRaOMmnXLvLTpwcfY7JjMfHMhm6U8mBTXubIfXYPvDt1l_5GQIq0OTnwVhkbWQ6o75fVXERD-b1jMlZrk7KXuyyDz2aXZiDDg0aSBx5TGe22auRG6QDE_VGQmWbRKTzjSrXmxclZrABinGI1FKtXsa9P66joEh49eBOUm6Uue4fBh1JjXXTcrDyG6RWvk/s2048/20231221-IMG_4866.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRaOMmnXLvLTpwcfY7JjMfHMhm6U8mBTXubIfXYPvDt1l_5GQIq0OTnwVhkbWQ6o75fVXERD-b1jMlZrk7KXuyyDz2aXZiDDg0aSBx5TGe22auRG6QDE_VGQmWbRKTzjSrXmxclZrABinGI1FKtXsa9P66joEh49eBOUm6Uue4fBh1JjXXTcrDyG6RWvk/s320/20231221-IMG_4866.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Double Exposure</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I'm not even working a job these days, and typically don't have to be anywhere in particular at an hour imposed on me, and certainly not an uncivilized hour. And yet, here it is Wednesday afternoon, and I'm still kind of messed up. It feels like I should have just finished coffee and be working on some writing, and yet it's 1:19 in the afternoon. Granted we were up a bit late last night, and I didn't sleep well, so slept in a bit more than usual.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But holy doodle, it seems like I'm running late and I hate that feeling. It reminds me of the time when I was periodically visiting Richmound SK to do software training and data integrity feedback. Richmound isn't the middle of nowhere, but it's well along the way. There are no hotels there or nearby. The closest are in Medicine Hat, about an hours drive away. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Visits there always had the dance of double checking when DST started or ended. Saskatchewan is sensible in some ways, in that they stay on Central Standard Time year round. So during the summer, visits there only have to account for the hour's travel time. During the rest of the year, it's two hours to be accounted for, with me wanting to push for the later starting time. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Except the staff at remote locations typically have priorities that do not include training. If they get started on something else, they might not show up. I've even had operators perk up on hearing an alarm during class, and say "Oh shit, XXXX is covering for us, and he doesn't know" and they ran. I didn't see them again.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Going further back, working at the City plant, on a rotating shift. There was no provision for the time change in our schedule or pay. At the appointed hour we would dutifully change all the clocks. During the spring forward it was suddenly an hour later and we would only work 11 hours. The times we turned the clocks back made for a long shift, even if we did take the extra hour as a break.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I wish that Alberta would pick MST and stick with it year round. I think I could cope with doing the DST version year round. The 2021 referendum to go to permanent DST was pretty well evenly split, leaning slightly toward sticking with the current system. I think it should have asked about staying with MST permanently, and I suspect that would have passed. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A random winter sunset for you.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV1U3Uq4LvLdQCXMCgpeoCOgPVFlmZqix9Qz8NOOEAJ2gulQiS3TldbmkABkNk7-caWLBPIJHPcZAvi_knBObH-2ZPNwgKcQHk7hYd8TwgiQnNJe1yeO9mPZ3sbR8E7zFZrmC0thc8LT7ec4P-nZjKL26j2wUdRXmAdR-mV1P9ETP8BOE7P-TKO-CoRuc/s2048/20240129-IMG_9737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV1U3Uq4LvLdQCXMCgpeoCOgPVFlmZqix9Qz8NOOEAJ2gulQiS3TldbmkABkNk7-caWLBPIJHPcZAvi_knBObH-2ZPNwgKcQHk7hYd8TwgiQnNJe1yeO9mPZ3sbR8E7zFZrmC0thc8LT7ec4P-nZjKL26j2wUdRXmAdR-mV1P9ETP8BOE7P-TKO-CoRuc/s320/20240129-IMG_9737.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Of the Day</div><div>Driftwood (NZ)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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The headline news is that I didn't fall down, didn't break anything in me or the camera body. All that is good. The paved paths are mostly clear, with some shady sections being completely snow covered, and a few bits being puddles of various sizes. There are reflections to be had in such puddles, which is what interested me. A couple people gave me some strange looks as they walked past.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Some of the paths are essentially a long skinny crappy skating rink between muddy bits. Or maybe muddy bits between crappy skating rinks. The snow has melted enough to turn to ice, sometimes with a faint skim of water on top. On the flat this isn't particularly a problem if one walks carefully. Which I did. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Hills are a problem. I was exploring one path that went down a steep hill. I watched one kid go tobogganing down on her butt, frantically clutching at trees all the way. Parents were all concerned, but she was all, I'm ok, soaking wet at the bottom and telling parents it was their turn to come down. Which they did, really slowly, clutching at trees, doing a bit of bushwhacking to avoid the ice. I turned around and went back to the stairs that go down another part of that hill. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was carrying a film camera, so there are no photos of the adventure. This is from a walk a little while ago; I happen to know that stretch of path is bare and dry now.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp67ShDi90989nfuUvJYfyRFPA6Rxv-9rEal0BudJ8J0e_yOlYugP6eOxUna1XJfzDU2jIYU38kjDkviPIS3Urj3252Kbk50LmhjtyLca1E04dEHmbxwQmkMrA-MlWdhF3jMecrsAn381dHHzUOEJBeSMw5hnqIQzr08piv15K5nvZrxrtsYA2qPUKJ7A/s2048/20240202-IMG_9762.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp67ShDi90989nfuUvJYfyRFPA6Rxv-9rEal0BudJ8J0e_yOlYugP6eOxUna1XJfzDU2jIYU38kjDkviPIS3Urj3252Kbk50LmhjtyLca1E04dEHmbxwQmkMrA-MlWdhF3jMecrsAn381dHHzUOEJBeSMw5hnqIQzr08piv15K5nvZrxrtsYA2qPUKJ7A/s320/20240202-IMG_9762.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I'm not so fond of this time of year. The ice on the rivers is totally unsafe, though I saw a couple daredevils crossing. The paths are a mess. I'm sick of the snow, but there's still lots of it around, and more might fall. There's still a ways to go till actual spring and colour and warmth. In fact we've still got TWO WHOLE FREAKING MONTHS where we could get a major road snarling traffic stopping snowfall. I'll tell you now, if that happens, I'm going to go back to bed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I saw a couple bees while working the BBQ today, but I don't think they're going to find much to eat. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Of the Day</div><div>Driftwood (NZ)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_LQ9xdD2SSFMsc7V0fOPAsGO_vRBwrRG7OTeCCJl2dg_-onGV5JwWd75FBFmq78VXYZhh2lBAcEmQK2_GYQnEMYdtk1iceKQV1KIuA720QU-ZbkZCcB1VCcXFSllb51L0b_K-2yZWBonFqx3T1RmIVMVCcDc22pK5hhO48aCIf9rRuYa332EvdwEVhGo/s2048/20200317-IMG_0194.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_LQ9xdD2SSFMsc7V0fOPAsGO_vRBwrRG7OTeCCJl2dg_-onGV5JwWd75FBFmq78VXYZhh2lBAcEmQK2_GYQnEMYdtk1iceKQV1KIuA720QU-ZbkZCcB1VCcXFSllb51L0b_K-2yZWBonFqx3T1RmIVMVCcDc22pK5hhO48aCIf9rRuYa332EvdwEVhGo/s320/20200317-IMG_0194.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Driftwood (BC)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUw3HPm_arzaHE8Cs0AxXayFHb3X9ghk7lgiqZAiojoMqJmlAZZDSWwHwPaRPjsZFW13WGZsMuXm9Q29HYGKFCsdvKRWrFGtt0hbUSfBX24ldp9nXt_yeZD6W3qrdce6jm6c3egDyF9IOYbqyGxPKJtoQG6k42cDo-1-uPHxkuvh7upvIt1Fpl2XtV-E/s2048/20230212-IMG_5690.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUw3HPm_arzaHE8Cs0AxXayFHb3X9ghk7lgiqZAiojoMqJmlAZZDSWwHwPaRPjsZFW13WGZsMuXm9Q29HYGKFCsdvKRWrFGtt0hbUSfBX24ldp9nXt_yeZD6W3qrdce6jm6c3egDyF9IOYbqyGxPKJtoQG6k42cDo-1-uPHxkuvh7upvIt1Fpl2XtV-E/s320/20230212-IMG_5690.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Yukon</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhj_p59WNaKLbiogIiyXdDSQ3E4sLVq1W1bgje4u0NflMLknjzZCM0YYhSgwh0KJBD21NOmigqjec2SQfayJN384CSpq2iKdULRhpBZ0SSMBVkWAEEeZoRlfTBBcsdLxuJ5s2H-prvXDJG2q1Dz9DtEQl8yt0RM8fynfFtTTgHvraFXH6NSBO6wwccY-k/s2048/20220905-IMG_0775.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhj_p59WNaKLbiogIiyXdDSQ3E4sLVq1W1bgje4u0NflMLknjzZCM0YYhSgwh0KJBD21NOmigqjec2SQfayJN384CSpq2iKdULRhpBZ0SSMBVkWAEEeZoRlfTBBcsdLxuJ5s2H-prvXDJG2q1Dz9DtEQl8yt0RM8fynfFtTTgHvraFXH6NSBO6wwccY-k/s320/20220905-IMG_0775.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Film (new)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM9LNgU5m9RnzIjxACVCAD8anxUidtAopRKIrMuFiHOxZo6d9BRM_YjDIwMC-Ze4mX5iaxDCxZefY0EyDnaSIXBj1wCnXTE4poHUnJ0nJtr9ZPrcv_UghHvxN4HjZNjYy6bJXPKN83f15xh4PWOQxVVnZCttImIecs1NFYrJG6Fs5AXH0ZqzZCAkr6mN0/s2048/20231221-IMG_4854.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM9LNgU5m9RnzIjxACVCAD8anxUidtAopRKIrMuFiHOxZo6d9BRM_YjDIwMC-Ze4mX5iaxDCxZefY0EyDnaSIXBj1wCnXTE4poHUnJ0nJtr9ZPrcv_UghHvxN4HjZNjYy6bJXPKN83f15xh4PWOQxVVnZCttImIecs1NFYrJG6Fs5AXH0ZqzZCAkr6mN0/s320/20231221-IMG_4854.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Film double exposures. More of what I posted on my photo blog last week. It's <a href="https://keithcartmellphotography.blogspot.com/2024/03/double-exposure-on-black-and-white-film.html" target="_blank">here</a> if you missed it.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5E_WlZfWNzWcE_IGqd_VfoRaLXXUxy7dw9bbOjnfRScZ3dK9mqz48B9_5erwwtGAduc20T_zmYn_81ElhBbd3x0SnSHJWdBiSX5OvJQ1SFuj2EWm5xtog-hNy0OcrTyI9XMSt2M4cc93J3BnjNLditw5Kmnp7IvKq_hie4M8wnf9luYlg-IjBnz2lsg/s2048/20240308-IMG_5098.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1344" data-original-width="2048" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5E_WlZfWNzWcE_IGqd_VfoRaLXXUxy7dw9bbOjnfRScZ3dK9mqz48B9_5erwwtGAduc20T_zmYn_81ElhBbd3x0SnSHJWdBiSX5OvJQ1SFuj2EWm5xtog-hNy0OcrTyI9XMSt2M4cc93J3BnjNLditw5Kmnp7IvKq_hie4M8wnf9luYlg-IjBnz2lsg/s320/20240308-IMG_5098.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div></div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-26874396274176210762024-03-06T09:34:00.000-07:002024-03-06T09:34:56.939-07:00Recent Books<div style="text-align: left;">Somehow, in the midst of my busy retired life, I'm finding time to take books out of the library, and actually read them. I like having the library app on my phone because every time I come across a book mention that sounds interesting, I can see if the library has it, and put a hold on it. Much as I like browsing the shelves, there is a place for a targeted search. Plus the library I got to most of the time is renovating, and it's nearly impossible to find anything without assistance.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A long time ago in a cutting room far, far away, by Paul Hirsch.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As some of you have guessed, he had something to do with Star Wars. An Oscar for editing, if you hadn't known that. Plus something called Ferris Bueller's Day Off that people rave about. Lots of others. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This was surprisingly interesting, in that I'd never thought about the details of editing a movie from the bits of film. It's related to photography and writing, in that what you leave out can be as important as what is put in. Order is important. Which frame exactly do you cut on? What is the story and the best way to tell it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">When I think about how complicated it is to make a movie, how many people are involved, and how many moving parts there are, I'm amazed that it gets done at all, let alone sometimes done so well it's breathtaking. And, to be fair, sometimes done so poorly that the people involved don't even want to have their name associated with it. Being honest, it might not even be their fault. Even with a good script, solid actors, competent direction, the execs can screw it all up by arbitrarily deciding it has to be a certain length and damn the plot continuity, or that certain scenes have to be cut because they will offend someone.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">At least with photography and most writing, there is one artist. All good writing has an editor, but nobody outside the biz cares who that is. And unless you're a world famous photographer with an entourage of assistants, you find or create the photo setting, decide on camera settings, edit to please yourself, and publish to bask in the 'glory' of Instagram likes, or whatever it is you do with your photos.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4THypXwbLiaUmy0frma0Z_B41MTgkfRf9Oz2zyh0W7xPTqiakxhNkSSdzHZVgmd8e0AVGKu510NVXQ1U6NpDtSIKVt3PEWmTPEAS13xY29cJbPPxIw8O3CcLfHyKJfUq6ZGg9lZERrBRL9nrIJ4eaQ-hhOPZd6LW_YD8hQXIVbFuyxzjnSZpPAlAJv8/s2048/20240302-IMG_0230.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1369" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4THypXwbLiaUmy0frma0Z_B41MTgkfRf9Oz2zyh0W7xPTqiakxhNkSSdzHZVgmd8e0AVGKu510NVXQ1U6NpDtSIKVt3PEWmTPEAS13xY29cJbPPxIw8O3CcLfHyKJfUq6ZGg9lZERrBRL9nrIJ4eaQ-hhOPZd6LW_YD8hQXIVbFuyxzjnSZpPAlAJv8/s320/20240302-IMG_0230.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The Print by Ansel Adams.<div><br /></div><div>If people know one photographer's name, it's Ansel Adams. He goes into a lot of detail about the printing process. As in the darkroom printing process. Lots and lots of detail. He makes it sound intimidating. I still want to sign up for a darkroom course.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWPFnFXzvl7SSt2BtjMPqpjJyb3zEa9xi07pfH6XL6itIZ6f2Nn60r6xxOZTxWaPRQvykNeIGpWvhPygY_-27cPQFZL2KoaJq3hjPohLTxkvr192EaCaZSjc7zsHHQxvsP-qidSjCkznG_OR6uzj2nI3iEuo-_yWye6a4Bk8ZvnfkedhukmpND5JaaUVM/s2048/20240302-IMG_0231.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1636" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWPFnFXzvl7SSt2BtjMPqpjJyb3zEa9xi07pfH6XL6itIZ6f2Nn60r6xxOZTxWaPRQvykNeIGpWvhPygY_-27cPQFZL2KoaJq3hjPohLTxkvr192EaCaZSjc7zsHHQxvsP-qidSjCkznG_OR6uzj2nI3iEuo-_yWye6a4Bk8ZvnfkedhukmpND5JaaUVM/s320/20240302-IMG_0231.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Borderlands by Mark Vitaris</div><div><br /></div><div>Drool alert! I've been enraptured by the big skies ever since I drove from Streetsville to Calgary in 1980. People say driving across the prairies is boring, but I loved it. The wide open spaces, the huge and dramatic skies, I can't get enough. And now that I'm carrying a camera around a lot of the time, I've tried to get photos like these. A big empty place, with something interesting, and a wonderful sky. It's harder than it looks.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6A4AcZrXNHRJg7UP_bv1DTXICyWWo7YvUyxYcNgJvsYwMZsV4z3RNjYYSB-FFXDVbClJybE0-dgdAWRt0Ehi5JByApW9Cn0qJMQsNI3MBXyce9M-WG7YirLG_pMDC9ME8u6R33biQdkH4USH4qKtGUu8F_IwCRLWjvOCq6_LGcikL4LFgSecWpxZu2Ls/s2048/20240302-IMG_0232.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="2035" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6A4AcZrXNHRJg7UP_bv1DTXICyWWo7YvUyxYcNgJvsYwMZsV4z3RNjYYSB-FFXDVbClJybE0-dgdAWRt0Ehi5JByApW9Cn0qJMQsNI3MBXyce9M-WG7YirLG_pMDC9ME8u6R33biQdkH4USH4qKtGUu8F_IwCRLWjvOCq6_LGcikL4LFgSecWpxZu2Ls/s320/20240302-IMG_0232.jpg" width="318" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div>On the Labrador by Arnold Zageris.</div><div>I've never really thought much about Labrador. It was just a rocky east coast. Cold, wet, with more biting insects than in the rest of the world put together. But turns out the scenery is stunning! I'd like to see and photograph it, but this isn't a place for casual tourists. Zageris was committed, with a capital C, to go and get the photos.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq7TrB0HnAH2qJBfsOo3w62njAX2esK13gHTU95v3d1cUJTTgkaYCQdi2nqohuc8HHNQhb5w0jlB3XO60quPCPDpd0dwwzquVgnnXOSdWLJWTZ8a2s07CNLrgZbATnpe27w_O7J3IivB7cxhW21v_hCTy3KK1__z7u4Vao6UQ8QzOAEL2QMQW3yaD6TWM/s2048/20240302-IMG_0236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1801" data-original-width="2048" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq7TrB0HnAH2qJBfsOo3w62njAX2esK13gHTU95v3d1cUJTTgkaYCQdi2nqohuc8HHNQhb5w0jlB3XO60quPCPDpd0dwwzquVgnnXOSdWLJWTZ8a2s07CNLrgZbATnpe27w_O7J3IivB7cxhW21v_hCTy3KK1__z7u4Vao6UQ8QzOAEL2QMQW3yaD6TWM/s320/20240302-IMG_0236.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Of the Day</div><div>Driftwood (NZ)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTDSi-hTmn4kSbDcPH4qCXOOGZmxfEEmOtaHn0CxJaHATw3dLs0TVnH9WbEO2AMN75noSuzSA3HvTWnmf8g1LInoHBNhhuNs92u32RLZ-vExV19jy-RNViHq0koORb2DDSFo0dsE02UxUCj7xFH-fh5EJ3ul38Z7ET-6kOcC-llrJEzTHGXFAik3syylQ/s2048/20200317-IMG_0267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTDSi-hTmn4kSbDcPH4qCXOOGZmxfEEmOtaHn0CxJaHATw3dLs0TVnH9WbEO2AMN75noSuzSA3HvTWnmf8g1LInoHBNhhuNs92u32RLZ-vExV19jy-RNViHq0koORb2DDSFo0dsE02UxUCj7xFH-fh5EJ3ul38Z7ET-6kOcC-llrJEzTHGXFAik3syylQ/s320/20200317-IMG_0267.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Driftwood (BC)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8PirpW7ucuYy-FcWkLBKn_79_RUUDLjN663X0gEOhXGvJX06nF-KHcw7blgdv5fI3oy6kxQywk2ZoP0yTS2GHJQu7DEBa1158di6ZD7NcX1wz4Si5SHKQ24w_vblZKpx67QCsCUaPil5JCIExJnBTBcQwK0HaXrgmcYISF3TP7N6Am9ZGQ_cvWte5jw/s2048/20230210-IMG_5303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8PirpW7ucuYy-FcWkLBKn_79_RUUDLjN663X0gEOhXGvJX06nF-KHcw7blgdv5fI3oy6kxQywk2ZoP0yTS2GHJQu7DEBa1158di6ZD7NcX1wz4Si5SHKQ24w_vblZKpx67QCsCUaPil5JCIExJnBTBcQwK0HaXrgmcYISF3TP7N6Am9ZGQ_cvWte5jw/s320/20230210-IMG_5303.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Yukon</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcjxrHWCJaqakep7szcs7OZrsNPAaBMnh9gWL8eXrpuiink5zXRCjDNbQ-Wbl-r8Dg_E29RPsRD-hysrN49iGR6ca9b9XB9axI4IVmXgrjSufW_Yvnxl8J4rBioBr8h6Ds3Vnuc5VoqgZuTRCz8hU4chE5zKXrkGW5PBVUgSZ4rG8JPQ3Z8YU-fsZKTM/s2048/20220906-IMG_0972.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHcjxrHWCJaqakep7szcs7OZrsNPAaBMnh9gWL8eXrpuiink5zXRCjDNbQ-Wbl-r8Dg_E29RPsRD-hysrN49iGR6ca9b9XB9axI4IVmXgrjSufW_Yvnxl8J4rBioBr8h6Ds3Vnuc5VoqgZuTRCz8hU4chE5zKXrkGW5PBVUgSZ4rG8JPQ3Z8YU-fsZKTM/s320/20220906-IMG_0972.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Film (new)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8huuZBDvIQsGmNxLpbE0dBvJkRd5C3R82q8DzgJMTf2GXPRwhnEHk87-HniLG1moOqEAq5JPDGtipaCoQsVSxvm6NyNnY3UaVeeE_xpNMqeAI6QX8I-6Z5TV2vQOdeAmtkhehjm3o5h545cUWbENOhVvN_9bHdepsPRSjKPzkUOIwWhp2mpMAHfdmMwQ/s2048/20231221-IMG_4887.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8huuZBDvIQsGmNxLpbE0dBvJkRd5C3R82q8DzgJMTf2GXPRwhnEHk87-HniLG1moOqEAq5JPDGtipaCoQsVSxvm6NyNnY3UaVeeE_xpNMqeAI6QX8I-6Z5TV2vQOdeAmtkhehjm3o5h545cUWbENOhVvN_9bHdepsPRSjKPzkUOIwWhp2mpMAHfdmMwQ/s320/20231221-IMG_4887.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-38529438909545285772024-03-02T09:03:00.000-07:002024-03-02T09:03:34.140-07:00February Image of the Month<div style="text-align: left;">A bit of a mixed bag for Image of the Month. Mostly it was pretty crappy weather so it was hard to be out. And being honest, I don't think my photographic eye was working very well. I'd look at the image on screen, and remember what it looked like in life, and I was disappointed. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">2nd Runner up </div><div style="text-align: left;">Driftwood in Glenmore Reservoir on Ultrafine 100. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYWlqP2NLhhbr0As4xoM1Flxg77H1Um5JkV-v_f7hzcZQrvYbxAFOeCO-Xx3RUO43hQ0hHxYZzZr4Kcsuxqnl7TFkXlf02-IJ7x5WaGvWQEXc7oX-M4XLjCWv3aezcWVHtoZ8AtZA1rlGm_tTJKeusiYX0I39wO2xfpr8EGjD9X35cqTwWFoObVXlupQ/s2048/20240227-IMG_4995.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoYWlqP2NLhhbr0As4xoM1Flxg77H1Um5JkV-v_f7hzcZQrvYbxAFOeCO-Xx3RUO43hQ0hHxYZzZr4Kcsuxqnl7TFkXlf02-IJ7x5WaGvWQEXc7oX-M4XLjCWv3aezcWVHtoZ8AtZA1rlGm_tTJKeusiYX0I39wO2xfpr8EGjD9X35cqTwWFoObVXlupQ/s320/20240227-IMG_4995.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">1st Runner up</div><div style="text-align: left;">OK, OK, dust spots. I know. But this is part of the <a href="https://keithcartmellphotography.blogspot.com/2024/03/visions-in-reflections.html" target="_blank">series</a> from a +15 ramble with friends, and I explain about the spots. So technically, this isn't the best photo ever. But it evokes associations in me on two levels and that's why it's here. It's one of the few photos I've taken that are more <u>about</u> something, than <u>of</u> that something, at least for me. I hope that's clear.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha2OxPQPK0p8D_WqwEJemmCYjhbQWgZQA6SCla4g3-pWTgUXQALGi79GjkhjqIkZLJQpC1oS3t_0rZVs02ARAaMYeNZMgzpf2hqyW2F3z-ZoGEL1wtI6n3hjIs42DND6pBMPMAslr6X66pyYK4kWaMJnGwnREM6HXxLsEtlngQ0almT5yR-0GvWNmMumM/s2048/20240229-IMG_5079.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha2OxPQPK0p8D_WqwEJemmCYjhbQWgZQA6SCla4g3-pWTgUXQALGi79GjkhjqIkZLJQpC1oS3t_0rZVs02ARAaMYeNZMgzpf2hqyW2F3z-ZoGEL1wtI6n3hjIs42DND6pBMPMAslr6X66pyYK4kWaMJnGwnREM6HXxLsEtlngQ0almT5yR-0GvWNmMumM/s320/20240229-IMG_5079.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>I'm pretty sure that's not actually clear, so there's going to be what turned out to be the longest digression ever in Image of the Month. Feel free to skip the text and scroll down to IofM. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not sure how many people outside my family know that my mom's dad was famous in the Fraser Valley for competing in horse drawn plowing competitions. This was way back, on the order of 50 years ago now, and even then it was a dying art. My cousin has a photo done by passing photographer of Grandpa working a plow in almost this exact posture. It took a while but eventually the photo made its way to us. I have a copy but I'd have to scroll through thousands of photos to find it. The original was water damaged and my cousin was going to restore it. I should ask how that's going, but given her life over the last while, that's probably not even on the back burner.</div><div><br /></div><div>The other association is that this is in the Penn West Plaza. I worked for Penn West (now Obsidian) from 2012 to 2016. I look back at that time and marvel at the whole experience. Some might say I was bad luck for the people around me. I was the sole survivor of the first two teams I was part of. </div><div><br /></div><div>I got hired in the first place because me and the team lead were totally sympatico about holding various data sets and subsets in our heads and comparing them via SQL statements, and writing rules to manipulate the data and the relationships therein. She was just about the only person who could follow along with a statement like "starting with X database without the Y add ons, extract things with characteristics 1, 2, and 3, and then compare that list to the list of similar things generated from another database proposed for addition, we end up with 3 groups, items that overlap and we can thus ignore, items in the original but not in the proposed addition, that we can ignore for now but don't forget about, and items in the proposed addition that are not in our X database, which then is manipulated to to do several re-comparisons to X based on other ID data like serial number, corrected or reformated A numbers, and we end up with work lists that look like this to provide data sufficiently clean to be linked." She would smile and nod, then we could start discussions if it was better to engage the owner of the database proposed for addition and make them clean it up so there were exact matches, or if we wanted to build in transformations that would do the match, and generate work lists for the owner. That team lead and her counterpart on a related team, and their boss were all let go about the time there was an office move, and essentially everybody got lost along the way. One of my regular readers had the fortuitous offer of another job at this exact time.</div><div><br /></div><div>I found my way up a few floors into the best office of my entire time there. Right next to the manager who had the corner office. That team was migrating data into Maximo, and I was doing the data integrity and building the import spreadsheets. I had fun arguing with the Maximo project managers, and the company management about their fundamental misconceptions about the data. I wasn't popular, but I was right, and they should have asked me first. </div><div><br /></div><div>That team all got purged in 2015, leaving me alone. I walked in after hearing about the layoffs on the news as I drove in from a dentists appointment, and nobody knew if I still had a job or not. Turns out I did, and if they had asked me who they should have kept if only one person was it, I would not have said me. I would have said Patricia; she had made a great start on pipelines, and that was the bulk of the remaining difficult work.</div><div><br /></div><div>They dropped me into another team so I had a manager, and I sort of finished that migration, mainly trying to keep up with corporate divestitures, and finish adding the last pipelines which were last because they had the worst data. If the person now working with that data happens to read this, and is wondering what drugs I was on to import some of those pipeline segments, I got told to shut up and do it. By then I was tired of working for them, and happily let that many times renewed contract expire.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, every time I walked past this it reminded me of my grandfather and wishing I'd known him better, since in some ways I think I've become somewhat like him as I aged. It also stands for a more innocent time of being a kid shuttling between two farms and being put to work throwing hay bales around. </div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Image of the month</div><div style="text-align: left;">A long exposure of a Bow River lagoon on FP4+.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguuvNW3o3j1Rb3Y6luqJGj5Exjd9H7Nvkacy3sWGOYk1EMY9iO2AQfve4_LHRXZn3T1FpQ3DzZLQRkjIksKTWprYSi6EnPGRkIWxr6NNKzvwW-2MdjSr0DPvMWa8lGKVaLWa_ii_I8myQVozZu6ZE8ajcoHuKqScjmK-fU1SHGdM8bHwvAGx85GrXHE1k/s2048/20240209-IMG_4977.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguuvNW3o3j1Rb3Y6luqJGj5Exjd9H7Nvkacy3sWGOYk1EMY9iO2AQfve4_LHRXZn3T1FpQ3DzZLQRkjIksKTWprYSi6EnPGRkIWxr6NNKzvwW-2MdjSr0DPvMWa8lGKVaLWa_ii_I8myQVozZu6ZE8ajcoHuKqScjmK-fU1SHGdM8bHwvAGx85GrXHE1k/s320/20240209-IMG_4977.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-8977799872636740672024-02-26T16:34:00.001-07:002024-02-26T16:34:30.094-07:00OK, now that that's over with<div style="text-align: left;">Regular programming, such as it is, will resume.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There are some people who live manic. There's always something happening, and typically it's happening RIGHT NOW!!! Because they're late. And the next thing is also right now, and the thing after that is much too soon, and often the really, really important thing, which could be tomorrow, might as well be an eternity away, until it's OMFG it's due INSTANTLY. Such people often live in all caps, and I'm sparing you from that. And if you let them suck you into that life, you can confidently expect a heart attack, or stroke, or high blood pressure.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That describes much of the regular work world, and every day I'm happy I'm not in it any more. My major tool of coping was the important urgent matrix, sometimes called the Eisenhower Matrix. There are 4 boxes. The two columns are headed Urgent and Not Urgent. The two columns are Important and Not Important. Figuring out which tasks belong in which box is key to staying sane. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Keep in mind that the box you put a task in might be considerably different from the box your boss (and their boss), might think it belongs in. Tact, balls of steel, being the only person that can do your job, and not caring if you get fired are, in order, the best tools for helping to explain to your boss why they are wrong about their box assignment.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I sometimes get fixated on a particular thing in my schedule, and want it done and over with. In many cases I dealt first with the thing that has an assigned due date, even if that date might be later than tomorrow. My thinking was that it would probably take longer than expected, and handing it in early gave them less time to change their mind about what they wanted. I learned that it was hard to focus on other things with the deadline task looming. Oddly enough, having multiple deadlines wasn't a problem. I just picked the first one.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So last Friday morning was a medical date that required several days of a restricted diet and an evening chugging 4 litres of an unpleasant fluid. I didn't do much else that week, kind of dreading the whole thing. Most of you probably know what I'm talking about. If you don't, you'll find out soon enough in the great scheme of things. It all went as well as could be expected, and hopefully I'll never have to do that again. No, I didn't watch the movie.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Like I said, now that that's over, back to regular programming. Except the lane swim hours at the pool suck this week, and the last time I went at the current hours, it was a total gong show. I was sharing a lane with 4 other people, and a few times I wasn't sure if there were 5. People were dropping in and out without letting the other people know. It usually only took a couple laps for them to figure out that yes indeed I do swim quite a bit quicker than they did, and to stop at the end of the lane. A couple more laps, and they learned not to stand in the centre of the lane.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I ended up doing 3K all in one go, in just over an hour, mainly because I could never get in the groove, and I had to look at the end of the lane every time to figure out what the other people were going. Good thing I didn't really care about my time. I just wanted to get it in and done.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Non-swim days, mostly, I try to get out for a walk with one of the cameras. Except today is minus teens before windchill, and I can see the breeze. After a few days of nice weather, I'm a softie again. I mean, yesterday I was outside in a T shirt grilling bison burgers.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Some wintery photos for you.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgI8oisWxlYatQdP0p6MfQlJ1TSmjx-hYrDPY7shVEK9zH0DM-F7SVNnH8xZTTNL6YpvrH8DtpuYZyF0_dIGMXza39j_TZwmBEJBPX-B1K_CAuH0xfOAXQ_xruZV7p6_lsnC8MPo2cQ8rB_L_MtaNwnfrJue77blamxGsIev4orCDE5mJTVnTHowqoYrI/s2048/20240103-IMG_9671.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgI8oisWxlYatQdP0p6MfQlJ1TSmjx-hYrDPY7shVEK9zH0DM-F7SVNnH8xZTTNL6YpvrH8DtpuYZyF0_dIGMXza39j_TZwmBEJBPX-B1K_CAuH0xfOAXQ_xruZV7p6_lsnC8MPo2cQ8rB_L_MtaNwnfrJue77blamxGsIev4orCDE5mJTVnTHowqoYrI/s320/20240103-IMG_9671.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYxV5KZDThBKeyI8Td0s5RnVG6UttO_2ZeRlXAmsIom1ewgbmbBOrQbgujme6tu2SNKzcMOqJHHVmYiu0BxceT-bRivlHuO9WxapfR4x4hGB97yLDzGoUjMLMg3-iBp13IyFycMdAGlr23ZgDT8uxROL6AySryqfa8l4WS0EkYiqOL2tc1r8nIhSMTDhc/s320/20230202-IMG_3982.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-72022574122373888002024-02-19T11:23:00.000-07:002024-02-19T11:23:10.032-07:00Remake rant<div style="text-align: left;">What triggered this was finding out there are people actively planning to do a remake, or reboot, or retconn, or whatever the word is, of the 2004 version of Battlestar Galactica. Which itself was a remake of the dreadful 70's era version. That one was so bad I was amazed anyone would consider remaking it, since the property was thoroughly tainted with the badness. Mind you, in such a case the bar for success is so low that almost anything would be better.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Except somehow they got it made, and people kept telling me how good it was. We eventually started getting the discs out of the library and really liked it. Critics said it was the best thing on television, and they might have been right. I don't watch enough television to have an opinion. We even got a deal on the boxed set, and I was going to rewatch them in the correct order while doing spin training on my bike. Except for complicated reasons that didn't work out.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My big question throughout the series was wondering how much of a pay cut James Callis (Baltar) took when he found out that Trica Helfer (Six) was going to spend significant time draped all over him in that slinky red dress. Somewhere on that ship there must have been a huge booze production facility, since they seemed to run out of everything else except that.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So once upon a time there was Batman, a cheesy 60's era TV show. It was so bad it was good, and there's a market for that. (I'll come right out and say I like a good bad movie.) I saw the 1989 movie and was not impressed. There are a great many listings in IMDB for Batman, I know some are remakes, and others are sequels, and others are related stories in that universe, it's hard to tell. Not interested in any of them. OK, the clips of Anne Hathaway as Catwoman, I'll cop to that, and the same for Heath Ledger as the Joker, but not the rest of it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There was the 50's era TV version of Superman, and when I look at IMDB, there are a great many versions since then. I saw the 1978 version and wasn't impressed. There's been well over a dozen movies or TV shows with Superman in the title. I don't know if they would all be remakes, some seem to be sequels. Not interested in any of them.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now that I think about it, I did see the one Batman sequel with Michelle Pfeiffer because, Michelle Pfeiffer. The rest of it was dreadful. There might have been another one I saw because our work team went out to celebrate something, but I'm pretty sure I slept through it. Superhero movies are boring, and the recent spat of superhero movies interested me not even a tiny little bit. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm not even going to talk about the endless Star Wars or Star Trek add-on's to the original material. Then there's King Kong and Godzilla. So many remakes! What on earth is the attraction? Sure, tell the story once. Done. Move onto something else.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So why a remake of Battlestar Galactica? I'm guessing it's been 20 years, so the network execs know it only by rumour. Like book editors who want something fresh and new, but exactly like what they know has sold in the past, the execs don't know how to tell a new story. They'd rather stir old dough and hope nobody notices. Or maybe it's a network exec bigger dick thing, my version is better than yours.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And besides, they tried telling another story in that universe. It's called Caprica, and it got cancelled pretty quick. I'm wondering how they can top the 2004 version? Although perhaps telling it from the Cylon point of view might be interesting. Maybe if Tricia Helfer is involved again, I'd consider it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A digression. Back in the day when there were stores where one could rent DVD's, we liked browsing. So about 2002 when Ocean's Eleven came out we went to rent it. A clerk asked if he could help us find something. I told him I wanted the first version of Ocean's Eleven. He gave me a funny look because I had the George Clooney version in my hands. I told him we would watch the remake, but wanted to watch the original again. He thought this one was the original. He didn't believe me when I told him about the 1960's version. I made him look it up. Of course, the remake was so-so, and the following sequels were no better, till Ocean's Eight. I watched that one. The plot was predictable, but the star power! That was fun.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There are a few exceptions to the rule that the sequel is always worse. Aliens and Terminator: Judgement Day come to mind. The Terminator TV show was pretty good as well, just finding it's feet as it was cancelled. That happens so often.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The thing to keep in mind is that a story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. According to the authority of E. B. White, there are a certain number of words necessary to tell that story. Adding more doesn't make it better, just like adding parts to a functional machine doesn't make it better. In the movie world, things aren't so cut and dried, but there is an optimum length for a movie. Sometimes more is good, adding detail and richness to the story. Sometimes more is bad, padding out the story with flab. (Peter Jackson's Hobbit movies, I'm looking at you!) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's said that there are really only 7 original plots, and everything is a version, or combination of those elements. In that sense, West Side Story is a brilliant retelling of Romeo and Juliet. Or that other works of Shakespeare fueled Akira Kurosawa, who in turn fueled the producers of various spaghetti westerns and Star Wars. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Why do remakes when there are so many stories out there begging to be made into a movie or TV show? I'd line up to see a BBC version of just about any Georgette Heyer novel, especially the Regency Romance novels. There's a couple short Alfred Bester novels that would make a terrific movie. Done right, the Lensman series could be good, or it could be terrible. I'd love to see Larry Niven's Known Space stories on screen, though Ringworld is supposed to be coming to Amazon Prime any decade now. The Mote in God's Eye could be a great movie, with no shortage of other war stories in that universe; you'd think that would excite the network execs. Bujold talked a bit about a movie option for one of her Vorkosigan books, and was relieved it didn't come to fruition. The network execs had butchered the story beyond recognition because they said it would sell better, while the novel had won a Hugo.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There was even talk of doing a remake of Princess Bride, which would be an utter travesty. That is very nearly a perfect movie. Fortunately that project seems dead now. (I am manfully restraining myself from quotes. If you know, you know. And if you don't, just go watch the movie, you can thank me later.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So what should the rules be around remakes? Personally, I'd say as long as anyone involved with the original production is still alive, remakes are out. Clever retellings, or retellings with a twist, but without the original character names, are probably ok. Sequels, hmmm. If there's actually more to the story, and it isn't just doing the story over again, I guess are ok. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">While my blood is up, let's explore another aspect of why Hollywood productions are all so bad, with very, very few exceptions. If there's a problem, it's solved with guns, or maybe an oh so macho manly fist fight. Both of these "solutions" go on and on, well past boredom. Personally, these sorts of movies should be restricted to 18+. After all, just about anything happening with guns in these movies is depicting an actual crime. Yet 3 F bombs or a flash of boobs and a movie is restricted.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Yes, I know they are movies, and here I go bringing reality into again. I'm fine with conventions like there always being a parking spot near the entrance. I know the actor really isn't driving, but it's barely safe to let most people drive when they have nothing else to think about, and acting is harder than it looks, so yes, they've rigged up a Rube Goldberg contraption where someone else actually drives, or it's a clever fake in a studio.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But I've no patience with a plot that relies on the stupidity of characters, or their inability to say a simple thing that would clarify the situation. I don't want to watch teenagers (and especially adults playing teenagers) emoting, or trying to, which is one of the reasons superhero movies are boring. High school was a dreadful time for me, and I've no wish to revisit it. I made it through one season of Veronica Mars (because Kristen Bell) gritting my teeth and rolling my eyes. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm tired of the revenge story. The one man against the world story. The conspiracy behind everything story. Gratuitous nudity (male or female) or the opposite, the pulling sheets off the bed to avoid nudity. Chase scenes in general, but especially when the characters are cardboard at best. The ticking countdown clock. Related to the prevalence of guns in movies, the villains are bad shots. And the villain talks too much rather than getting on with carrying out his or her evil plans for world domination. (And if they were THAT competent, let's let them run things, it couldn't be worse than the current clowns in office, could it?) I love cats, but using them for cheap jump scares is demeaning to their dignity. Being a photographer, I know you can't zoom deep into a photo (on screen or in print) for endless detail. And of course, deus ex machina. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What did you like, if anything, I hear you asking. I quite liked most of Elementary, especially the season with John Noble. The earlier seasons of Leverage. Slow Horses and Killing Eve were wonderful. The afore mentioned Battlestar Galactica. Arrival was brilliant, and the opening scene brought joy to my photographer heart. The Good Place. Most of Lucifer was fun. The earlier seasons of Big Bang Theory. Most of Stargate SG-1. The Fifth Element. The Usual Suspects. Alien and Aliens, but not the rest. Terminator, T2, and the Sarah Conner Chronicles, with Dark Fate being an almost, and the rest are bad. I talked about Foundation in earlier blogs. Leon the Professional. All the Miss Marples with Joan Hickson, the other's are pale imposters. I still say that Yes Minister, and Yes Prime Minister are some of the wittiest shows ever. Fargo, the movie. Dead Like Me. My Fair Lady (which is a retelling, rather than a remake, I think, but so fabulous it should close the doors on any further remakes.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That should give you an idea of what I've enjoyed. The most recent thing for me is Slow Horses season three and I can't wait for the rest. I'm not sure what's next. We are looking through Apple + while it's a freebie from buying a new Apple TV box. Any suggestions?</div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-51405877366135931952024-02-13T10:00:00.000-07:002024-02-13T10:00:43.327-07:00124 so far<div style="text-align: left;">Wine kits that is. I'm in the middle of the 124th now, and just started the next one. The kits say they make 30 bottles, but that's pretty rare. I normally get 29 bottles, and maybe a half bottle for a taster or to cook with. Many of them are surprisingly good right out of the carboy. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A bit of arithmetic and that comes to about 3712 bottles have ended up on our wine racks. There are just over 300 bottles downstairs now, meaning we have drunk or given away 3400 bottles. That's since June 2002, or about 7900 days. Thus a bottle every couple or three days, depending on exactly how many we've given away. Our financial advisor and her team are the main recipient of the give away. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The cost for making wine was about 3 to 4 dollars a bottle when I started and now it's about $5. We buy the expensive kits but get a deal because the place we buy passes on the savings of an inexpensive location. That's about $13,000 wine expense over 21 years, or about $650 a year. I'd say that was pretty good, given that the price of even cheap wine in the liquor store makes me wince, and don't get me started on the prices in a restaurant. I was looking at one menu where the glass of wine was more expensive than some of the entrees. And people wonder why we don't go out to dinner much.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There's been some years I've made as many as 7 kits, but that kept me going into August. I'm only going to do 3 this year, and will still have to shuffle around some bottles to make room.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Just yesterday I was talking to a buddy who asked if I wanted his equipment, since they don't drink much wine anymore, and he's mainly into beer now. We don't drink as much wine as we used to either. A bottle a week is the typical consumption these days. Meaning the current stock would last nearly 8 years. Hmmmm.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Here's what it looks like this morning. I'll do the next step for the blend in the carboy, then it will sit for 6 weeks. The Pinot Gris was just started yesterday, and the yeast is happily doing its thing. For non-winemakers the green strip with the cord running to it is a heater to keep the wine at just the right temperature during fermentation.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu554U7aUvFvZ7emTKMCD_fSC2oXZ-1yjQelkKkDTChva9zduBdXiijhiDo6dt6tM8aOMbnSBuyRSvt027gcL-THs0kVDdkeGwF16milMu_2u7KIJxJ_kk7axZBus5MIfscyspRGn6R9BAncEvjw5YbSgsqM1XN_dojgK95Mt2LnV_LjAxwhFTFhNIiOI/s2048/20240213-IMG_0221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu554U7aUvFvZ7emTKMCD_fSC2oXZ-1yjQelkKkDTChva9zduBdXiijhiDo6dt6tM8aOMbnSBuyRSvt027gcL-THs0kVDdkeGwF16milMu_2u7KIJxJ_kk7axZBus5MIfscyspRGn6R9BAncEvjw5YbSgsqM1XN_dojgK95Mt2LnV_LjAxwhFTFhNIiOI/s320/20240213-IMG_0221.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>These are the two kits on the go now, and there's one more coming in March. The store is in Red Deer so I'm going to take a scenic route and hope to capture some nice photos. One of my readers has come along in the past, and is welcome again. He knows who he is.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUTUC0g4H-QZugOhSr_sfvlMICFF8xYJC-nJWf6W3tSZTLxcEUOK1k9zWfAuSmOipL6aneZXGQvPh1ocgaMzwiZ79BnzYrM2Fu23otJn9nvU3yrvsa-S_ODzFz87GDwo3FlIXo6I6e3NLYyRGAvGl_cjBO4zyekp8z3I1-Zh5oGgYu-MCRkJHLfRvZWxQ/s2048/20240213-IMG_0222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUTUC0g4H-QZugOhSr_sfvlMICFF8xYJC-nJWf6W3tSZTLxcEUOK1k9zWfAuSmOipL6aneZXGQvPh1ocgaMzwiZ79BnzYrM2Fu23otJn9nvU3yrvsa-S_ODzFz87GDwo3FlIXo6I6e3NLYyRGAvGl_cjBO4zyekp8z3I1-Zh5oGgYu-MCRkJHLfRvZWxQ/s320/20240213-IMG_0222.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>When I have a label left over it goes up on the wall, though I only started that after I'd been doing wine for a decade or so. I like to put one label in the book where I track the making of, and if necessary I'll carefully peel off the label and that goes on the wall. </div><div><br /></div><div>Some, of course, don't peel off nice. There's a dark green label that says Eminence Tempranillo. You probably can't read it, but it's the one up and to the left of the Riesling LE2014 label. That one is just brutal to remove; even the Goo Be Gone stuff barely takes the glue off. The blue one right beneath it is no better. The rule used to be that the easier they went on, the harder they were to get off. Now they are mostly peel and stick, and they unpeel off the glass quite nicely. Mostly.</div><div><br /></div><div>The red tape, you ask? There are cuts in the vapour barrier, and the tape seals them up. There's lots of places that needed doing as I sealed up around the joists. I found all kinds of stuff that I'd forgotten we had.</div><div><br /></div><div>Of the Day</div><div>Driftwood (NZ)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0RsM_P3Ryvt86YfcJ_urenRYupfZFq7sNjPedo1hjU7rg5DShwSLJnfL7zuw_azd5N7wUcKBcIQYHT9exHb6S0PTJmbKV3NeQlwErUcJFeFy719Li5oxGywQzHNsjZ0cS1XODJlMbuRk9yko0gGQheB6IXhiFvsZxqjNcNpqWfMls2uiJmDy33XQAWZo/s2048/20200309-IMG_9347.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0RsM_P3Ryvt86YfcJ_urenRYupfZFq7sNjPedo1hjU7rg5DShwSLJnfL7zuw_azd5N7wUcKBcIQYHT9exHb6S0PTJmbKV3NeQlwErUcJFeFy719Li5oxGywQzHNsjZ0cS1XODJlMbuRk9yko0gGQheB6IXhiFvsZxqjNcNpqWfMls2uiJmDy33XQAWZo/s320/20200309-IMG_9347.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Driftwood (BC)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDVfpJ4oVJM3iOufPznAJ5OJ1grSHokJQABFycS2nESTH_vrsTbEbNjl18Uo2HR2urYmuAtQTkFnD2fQ9IgLN5xLVVOpnM78TlBPI4ZqEsObe8RyNNRgeyTmTbFntkwPZVWNZEf7AM7WAtTZI9teJdtfzpe-qTcXBfowyIaGZeqCivNgGarFQ2uDCmixI/s2048/20230212-IMG_5686.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDVfpJ4oVJM3iOufPznAJ5OJ1grSHokJQABFycS2nESTH_vrsTbEbNjl18Uo2HR2urYmuAtQTkFnD2fQ9IgLN5xLVVOpnM78TlBPI4ZqEsObe8RyNNRgeyTmTbFntkwPZVWNZEf7AM7WAtTZI9teJdtfzpe-qTcXBfowyIaGZeqCivNgGarFQ2uDCmixI/s320/20230212-IMG_5686.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Yukon</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEDtk5SYTrkxMllyYzt9DnrM0GbRUhWLT0BFZ2ku98pxKDoKzg5JoJipiIrrOnbRovhEdT7N6F9rCSVLWf3gFngBWhDeNHjuNx1PVpbwgpjjLKOWP9YvjGu-P2OWfVfpS82EJAWlsYUh_GSTX_6AEFV-9_0Y0lmfEkRYA9-vD5rLqgfPXLnKacrIWbnsw/s2048/20220906-IMG_0899.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEDtk5SYTrkxMllyYzt9DnrM0GbRUhWLT0BFZ2ku98pxKDoKzg5JoJipiIrrOnbRovhEdT7N6F9rCSVLWf3gFngBWhDeNHjuNx1PVpbwgpjjLKOWP9YvjGu-P2OWfVfpS82EJAWlsYUh_GSTX_6AEFV-9_0Y0lmfEkRYA9-vD5rLqgfPXLnKacrIWbnsw/s320/20220906-IMG_0899.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Film (new)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ-agE8j4KYIf9RdQdzTslZFl2ZLkMdoZojnP6u90INgAFiIJcsJpMcYVeiCH5tzQdb7Ho4PMGwZD4kIJXdPAnQs0DDjnMkkCdCW8pRDhIYp6l1D-ZN2ZMYEfeH-DvMZanU7MFoWHrAVFPXn9Y_VxHUeqbgXwT9BoQatRGlW7zkd_KGlWepy0XIBSnkIE/s2048/20231221-IMG_4888.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ-agE8j4KYIf9RdQdzTslZFl2ZLkMdoZojnP6u90INgAFiIJcsJpMcYVeiCH5tzQdb7Ho4PMGwZD4kIJXdPAnQs0DDjnMkkCdCW8pRDhIYp6l1D-ZN2ZMYEfeH-DvMZanU7MFoWHrAVFPXn9Y_VxHUeqbgXwT9BoQatRGlW7zkd_KGlWepy0XIBSnkIE/s320/20231221-IMG_4888.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Film (old)</div><div>I'm not sure when this photo was taken. The occasion was an SCA corset making <strike>sweatshop</strike>, I mean workshop. I know who the two women on the right are, although I haven't seen either in many years, and no idea who the person on the left is. This is well before the reno that took out the wall where the cards are hanging and opened up the space quite a bit. The (then empty) basement was full of sewing machines and extra lights with about a mile of extension cord to power everything. It's a wonder we didn't blow a circuit breaker. </div><div><br /></div><div>You'll note the two board games, Empire Builder and Eurorails. I don't even know if you can buy them any more, but they're a fabulous board game for a small group. Once everybody clues in it goes pretty quick, as long as you keep track of what you're doing. There are any number of fun stories associated with playing the games with friends, but the one with Linda's mom was epic. The winner is the first to accumulate a certain amount of money. Normally when someone wins, another person would have won when it got to be their turn, and someone else would be just about to win in a turn or two. Linda's mom whipped our butts. First time playing the game she got an amazing run of luck to get the best contracts with the minimum amount of rail building. She won and nobody else had even half the winning amount of money. </div><div><br /></div><div>The big picture on the wall to the right is still there. I bought when we didn't have much money, and still like it now. The blue carpeting is long gone and I don't miss it a bit. Slate and hardwood is the way to go. The chair with the red cushion is still in daily use now with different cushions, but the love seat thingies are outside furniture when needed, which they haven't been needed for some time. Anyone want to come get them and the cushions?</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir2iRKWwVcoXa5hwaG5-A3xcRbYvNK3G-XYRrAN4G-7DOiPwfB6wGBIbD7I-3H6m9Q1CDZnQSKdDrdaOYE_7Iwk3ZLze8BCrU4UnwA1yUtyWyoZqtYsbLG7fE8MrKglaais0Og8tQrhvJxtPeoplfzwdS4yqmE7UFaSGJAFDywf_1GqMkgG66-q70FGAM/s2048/20230204-IMG_4070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir2iRKWwVcoXa5hwaG5-A3xcRbYvNK3G-XYRrAN4G-7DOiPwfB6wGBIbD7I-3H6m9Q1CDZnQSKdDrdaOYE_7Iwk3ZLze8BCrU4UnwA1yUtyWyoZqtYsbLG7fE8MrKglaais0Og8tQrhvJxtPeoplfzwdS4yqmE7UFaSGJAFDywf_1GqMkgG66-q70FGAM/s320/20230204-IMG_4070.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-22027500879067129772024-02-10T11:04:00.000-07:002024-02-10T11:04:05.106-07:00An Opening<div style="text-align: left;">I went to an art gallery opening the other night. No, not a fancy dress event where the men are in a tux and the women in slinky elegant gowns, with waiters handing out endless glasses of champagne. (All while there is some nefarious sub-plot happening.) This was a bit more prosaic. The space was the cSpace Marda Loop, in the old King Edward school.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The draw was my friend Sean presenting his exhibit that has taken him out of the ramble loop for months, albeit with periodic texts or phone calls about the various trials and tribulations involved with the production, and there might or might not have been swearing about masking in Photoshop. As well, Kristin has an exhibit of sublime photos from a trip to Africa. As a bonus, I even ran into several other people I knew, and it was fun to catch up. There's even several other photo exhibitions that are quite nice.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'll be going back on the 15th to hear Sean giving a presentation about his work, and to take another look at it. Try to drop by to see all the exhibits, there's something for everyone.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you've been keeping up, you know we finished season 2 Foundation during our Apple TV+ trial period. The next thing we're chewing through is Slow Horses, and we're loving it. I mean a line like "Bringing you up to speed is like trying to explain Norway to a dog." Gary Oldman is almost unrecognizable, but totally awesome!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Stay tuned for a burble about Garry Winogrand. My number finally came up for the library book. A big heavy book.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here's one from a recent photo ramble along the Bow River near Quarry Park. This about a 3 minute long exposure to smooth out the water.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5WThEsP1lC5PsTx6Ur6VmGUmspC6Y1NAQIcV4KNmbDNBVzqcnOqloGBA6YoHBMu_qnGtWJXvpRtl7b3HZDcjWjLie0_MQFC4OCAH51DNlJqFoWa9ocT7p5XZ8uv6LWv7AIEAtNebUl-MCHrNhkIgpc4kCgG-5YaY9zrPgDNcKykxvwSeLFYtqNU7njg4/s2048/20240209-IMG_4977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5WThEsP1lC5PsTx6Ur6VmGUmspC6Y1NAQIcV4KNmbDNBVzqcnOqloGBA6YoHBMu_qnGtWJXvpRtl7b3HZDcjWjLie0_MQFC4OCAH51DNlJqFoWa9ocT7p5XZ8uv6LWv7AIEAtNebUl-MCHrNhkIgpc4kCgG-5YaY9zrPgDNcKykxvwSeLFYtqNU7njg4/s320/20240209-IMG_4977.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Of the Day</div><div>Driftwood (NZ)</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikL0cPz7ZPFzyJSk4WgEEiTl86Nh-Bvpmi5zWDg9qmQdQvXblfqzUArsXPHJn6jejQ1Ht1MjxKmgaodo826yb9CKb444Lzjxo2vogbahX_W1qp_KYJUTQMHdP50Otc_1O816pT12GZ9PTjLzokhhbCZJasrtgTXYs6VzJUy6NCfnOQ2U9fKyH3J3baRTs/s2048/20200309-IMG_9325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikL0cPz7ZPFzyJSk4WgEEiTl86Nh-Bvpmi5zWDg9qmQdQvXblfqzUArsXPHJn6jejQ1Ht1MjxKmgaodo826yb9CKb444Lzjxo2vogbahX_W1qp_KYJUTQMHdP50Otc_1O816pT12GZ9PTjLzokhhbCZJasrtgTXYs6VzJUy6NCfnOQ2U9fKyH3J3baRTs/s320/20200309-IMG_9325.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Plus a woody serendipity.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKXTg4_gqnaz6bua_JzE_28XLac-fBHUnLXzRr3oUiJxGRZXtk68ki0TI3iVTS5DbWeFia61lUnvbrEPfJmydVTqi4LTIRXk-dzBM7GZP_jPWvEssme6U7GLuREIw4FshdVNsKIbjBOAyj4LxxZ-z01hOXyNdHu2ptzmae6DnjLni-bJOQSPpsx68iDGA/s2048/20191027-IMG_9325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKXTg4_gqnaz6bua_JzE_28XLac-fBHUnLXzRr3oUiJxGRZXtk68ki0TI3iVTS5DbWeFia61lUnvbrEPfJmydVTqi4LTIRXk-dzBM7GZP_jPWvEssme6U7GLuREIw4FshdVNsKIbjBOAyj4LxxZ-z01hOXyNdHu2ptzmae6DnjLni-bJOQSPpsx68iDGA/s320/20191027-IMG_9325.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Driftwood (BC)</div><div>Really it's more Linda on a beach than a driftwood photo. There's only a few more in this series to go.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKKMSISOn_qYcZk1GiAjlP5QHTxB8sd6KSzx5-AQfDbUaBOrww2qsuMoU87C92l7FBywRl6A1I7Hf9zAno60lc60ONFlSLUu2EmkS2RoBbH0mqbOheerAq47hfWN6aAVzJoVhu0gDy5xVWa5ZpyM_Fh-q_rpRd69ExkNp68ookM7Odq2rk_u4j5tbJfow/s2048/20230209-IMG_4828.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKKMSISOn_qYcZk1GiAjlP5QHTxB8sd6KSzx5-AQfDbUaBOrww2qsuMoU87C92l7FBywRl6A1I7Hf9zAno60lc60ONFlSLUu2EmkS2RoBbH0mqbOheerAq47hfWN6aAVzJoVhu0gDy5xVWa5ZpyM_Fh-q_rpRd69ExkNp68ookM7Odq2rk_u4j5tbJfow/s320/20230209-IMG_4828.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Yukon</div><div>Both from the Yukon, one found as the serendipity of the other. How's that for a coincidence?</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdgImwOC8BH11PNGusKsGnvdav6Uy8a9pkqM5E0RilzMU-UWfsXHAZG5hB28JZO4axIsE7x8u1yHY7HrOa-68-K5DMAYD2xu9ASVfT1cq9RIDV-ihYDVtp0bBlHQp2wFurZ4mfNzTq4hvw-VK_BtykakWF4bzyIWhEqPsBXgajlF4YmJx4UwdICtZp5bo/s2048/20170909-20170909-IMG_0995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdgImwOC8BH11PNGusKsGnvdav6Uy8a9pkqM5E0RilzMU-UWfsXHAZG5hB28JZO4axIsE7x8u1yHY7HrOa-68-K5DMAYD2xu9ASVfT1cq9RIDV-ihYDVtp0bBlHQp2wFurZ4mfNzTq4hvw-VK_BtykakWF4bzyIWhEqPsBXgajlF4YmJx4UwdICtZp5bo/s320/20170909-20170909-IMG_0995.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO7VcQM2WOmQl8EpAukPtxVOl4OQHE82OdpoNOPHwUcSmQWjEOGB4IUViKB4jZ2N8XWS2iFtt9XbVPECnfp1X6eJd2TigVs6fsdV2XvIrl6SK10EdJ_FZhEHoKEVMEaXyrF5aGmFb-myZhkr4a8HkVxa1WMa1GMiazZWIsUhNQ_z8qrQWnOcpO24gsCIE/s2048/20220906-IMG_0995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO7VcQM2WOmQl8EpAukPtxVOl4OQHE82OdpoNOPHwUcSmQWjEOGB4IUViKB4jZ2N8XWS2iFtt9XbVPECnfp1X6eJd2TigVs6fsdV2XvIrl6SK10EdJ_FZhEHoKEVMEaXyrF5aGmFb-myZhkr4a8HkVxa1WMa1GMiazZWIsUhNQ_z8qrQWnOcpO24gsCIE/s320/20220906-IMG_0995.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Film (new)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cobroCxZvJde8lRG3xzJVE5EMc5SWwyCLefSEkMxkB8NxQgYMgOkcK3cDy1MJkZTAv7mtuxN3lx9gxrntXPj4MarkG3yybSCm4yHtUqQ0-nVS4jB-gRqGl0X0eO4lB0WG4YBLH32glTfOBOp1eKnsPiq2Yy08RG3tibqx5MM0Tuq-jJK8YIWjXmqPB0/s2048/20240128-IMG_4946.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3cobroCxZvJde8lRG3xzJVE5EMc5SWwyCLefSEkMxkB8NxQgYMgOkcK3cDy1MJkZTAv7mtuxN3lx9gxrntXPj4MarkG3yybSCm4yHtUqQ0-nVS4jB-gRqGl0X0eO4lB0WG4YBLH32glTfOBOp1eKnsPiq2Yy08RG3tibqx5MM0Tuq-jJK8YIWjXmqPB0/s320/20240128-IMG_4946.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Film (old)</div><div>Another of Linda working on her new flower box.</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijz5WCdtWcBN8O7jnRmU9pa4rwwqIN92NX9DF1XMY6R7BgxZRwzWLi3U-IkxCan_yYFg_qnbfbhVA_OBatgEyVD7fD7ZmmEW5XdTZ4dlTafeU5z7pYOcWzDz-yi2yTJmAtIttUdHfp6mT118upK19y-zZ5h57wbPul8Sa2gGU0baPXfOAT5x8cjCQsack/s2048/20230203-IMG_4030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijz5WCdtWcBN8O7jnRmU9pa4rwwqIN92NX9DF1XMY6R7BgxZRwzWLi3U-IkxCan_yYFg_qnbfbhVA_OBatgEyVD7fD7ZmmEW5XdTZ4dlTafeU5z7pYOcWzDz-yi2yTJmAtIttUdHfp6mT118upK19y-zZ5h57wbPul8Sa2gGU0baPXfOAT5x8cjCQsack/s320/20230203-IMG_4030.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-642493789798704532024-02-02T12:25:00.001-07:002024-02-02T12:25:35.591-07:00January Image of the Month<div style="text-align: left;">Just two related images this time. I wasn't out with any of the cameras all that much. Most of the images that show up in January were taken between late November and mid January or so, using 2 rolls of black and white film. I consider those in the month I scan them. I've blogged some of those <a href="https://keithcartmellphotography.blogspot.com/2024/01/delta-100-in-ice-and-snow-and-brutal.html" target="_blank">here</a>, if you haven't seen them. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Most of the images are perfectly fine, and I'm happy with them, but they don't quite make the podium. In a couple senses, these two are not 'good' photos. There's lens flare from aiming into the sun, and all the dust spots you can count. They aren't 'of' anything in particular. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But. I loved how the shadows and texture of the snow interacted in the runner up. I stopped and stared at the snow on the tree branches, hoping the film would catch the delicacy of the scene.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And it turns out the lens flare is exactly what I like about these images, and how it fades into dark shadows.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Runner up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9zimODnvEZ3qRuvjGMcfMlQJ8yI3FjVDqPvOC7mAJtgAoXGqkj3vLpknFrxnzTsrxzr-Qn4sr03NrTX1n3CKDPzNfuWLrGdusQMEyq029Mu247xGJoyo6USqhRpLZuvbEMeJpcMPSixXsddcyAPT3BNDpgr7wE79xCcNzRaVa3F-CZMgOhB9bkmxcmAE/s2048/20240128-IMG_4904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9zimODnvEZ3qRuvjGMcfMlQJ8yI3FjVDqPvOC7mAJtgAoXGqkj3vLpknFrxnzTsrxzr-Qn4sr03NrTX1n3CKDPzNfuWLrGdusQMEyq029Mu247xGJoyo6USqhRpLZuvbEMeJpcMPSixXsddcyAPT3BNDpgr7wE79xCcNzRaVa3F-CZMgOhB9bkmxcmAE/s320/20240128-IMG_4904.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Image of the Month</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDJowxFfOp-sHHRIOV-XB-jQL9Sg0cfBzbgm2pcWIeTSfj-tPP9o_3sn1gnxutGXOW1QJEFHMhW09zzdpCpdpsAY6V9EgXx0su3U4OQUZIpYvkOl9Bn0_7GWQqM0NVW4-rANSGgJLClEdGzUTsLgqrv4rD4cuDCqbyfj68g3Hp9b6Kg5JcKs-gWnyDFhE/s2048/20240128-IMG_4911.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDJowxFfOp-sHHRIOV-XB-jQL9Sg0cfBzbgm2pcWIeTSfj-tPP9o_3sn1gnxutGXOW1QJEFHMhW09zzdpCpdpsAY6V9EgXx0su3U4OQUZIpYvkOl9Bn0_7GWQqM0NVW4-rANSGgJLClEdGzUTsLgqrv4rD4cuDCqbyfj68g3Hp9b6Kg5JcKs-gWnyDFhE/s320/20240128-IMG_4911.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-53657430433973418072024-01-30T09:39:00.000-07:002024-01-30T09:39:42.771-07:00Something with Foundation<div style="text-align: left;"> Something something something. The view out the front door a couple weeks ago. Now some of the water is actually liquid overnight, rather than a mineral.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tOV85tCb7jAckL1gqPR8WS_SoW7K8irDhaqSBZgEndtmkIXDJ2ABQRZHSOH96FOfycfUfmP8H33wVFTzz6edsMKiU73kgfSZ_stWrFWRkXh8hcu6gsLkVZDDlnHwtOayb5nRGAjRq3SQOrP_T0LQyHCD-eiv7eL1QMBdnx3_VEyu7A3qvvqMDK0CwKI/s2048/20240114-IMG_9701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tOV85tCb7jAckL1gqPR8WS_SoW7K8irDhaqSBZgEndtmkIXDJ2ABQRZHSOH96FOfycfUfmP8H33wVFTzz6edsMKiU73kgfSZ_stWrFWRkXh8hcu6gsLkVZDDlnHwtOayb5nRGAjRq3SQOrP_T0LQyHCD-eiv7eL1QMBdnx3_VEyu7A3qvvqMDK0CwKI/s320/20240114-IMG_9701.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And one of the results of a long cold snap. Yes, I knocked the ice off after taking the photo.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXmOM6MgvIqBClq3lkXIEhsfzSsv6WHqOuSE9WNOmM_MXYEMfeQnSXYnODF0kx-yjTQSZSxssXugcGuVe1lDjvp74P4hyphenhyphen7-cSiABIA8pwx43PahG4OsZR8-VW_VPj7NhbmYzzaFJclyj2XeR7j6b03wL5gzAGcNI4sBCd3LfQkNmZ-tIp_FxiULtsRNno/s2048/20240114-IMG_9706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXmOM6MgvIqBClq3lkXIEhsfzSsv6WHqOuSE9WNOmM_MXYEMfeQnSXYnODF0kx-yjTQSZSxssXugcGuVe1lDjvp74P4hyphenhyphen7-cSiABIA8pwx43PahG4OsZR8-VW_VPj7NhbmYzzaFJclyj2XeR7j6b03wL5gzAGcNI4sBCd3LfQkNmZ-tIp_FxiULtsRNno/s320/20240114-IMG_9706.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Or as one of the characters in one of my books like to say in the middle of a complicated run on sentence, "blah, blah, blah" and then she changes the topic.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We finished season 2 of Foundation last night. We got Apple TV+ with a trial period because I bought an Apple device. Don't get excited, I'm still dithering about a computer. This is the TV box, since Amazon Prime was going to stop talking to the old one. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As a digression, setting it up was easy, except for the sound part. The old box had an optical audio out port that I filled with a cable going to the DVD box, and thence to the 5 speakers. The new box has just an HDMI cable that feeds sound to the TV speakers. I spent some time trying to figure out if there was a audio out from the TV to the DVD box and thence to the speakers, but no. They want people to buy a separate blue tooth speaker system. I don't actually know what the TV speakers sound like, since I've never heard them. I get the audio directly into my ears via my hearing aids.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The remote has a direct connection to Siri, and I was careful to turn that off. Last thing I need in my life is a nosy AI system snooping our home life. The remote has a rechargeable battery that takes the new USB C or a lightning cable. I have such a cable from last car rental so the car could talk to the phone. However I don't have a charger to fit the other end. They are not expensive, but I might buy a new mac computer with such an output by the time the remote battery runs down. I like the new remote much better, but it takes a bit of getting used to. As an aside, I checked the power level, and it's at 75%, so I don't think buying a charger is an urgent task. Then again, I almost certainly have buddies with such a charger, and I'm fairly certain they'd be willing to bring it over and let the remote charge up while chatting over coffee or wine. Ummm, us chatting, not the remote, just in case you were wondering. Blah, blah, blah.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We gave Barnaby a rest and zipped through Foundation. In many ways what I said about season one <a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2021/11/foundation-review-sort-of.html" target="_blank">here</a>, still applies. I'm just as confused as I was then, and the conclusion still stands. There's so much sloppy writing. One of the things that really annoys me is what I think of as Mission Impossible syndrome. I watched the first one, and what with everyone pulling off their fake faces, it was stupid and annoying. It's like the writers figured out that it would be a great twist, and then did it again and again. Not to be a spoiler, but much the same thing happens here as well. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">If you liked the books for what they were, you probably won't like the TV series. If you've never read the books and like science fiction, you might or might not like it. Me? I'm just watching it go past and enjoying it for what it is. It looks great, provided you don't think about it too much, or at all. Neither the plot or story makes much sense. All the questions I have, are put on hold, since it isn't worth thinking about. I don't care about what happens to any of the characters. I already know I'll never watch it again. I'm not even 100 percent convinced I'll watch season 3.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My other blog has some of the results of 2 rolls of film, <a href="https://keithcartmellphotography.blogspot.com/2024/01/delta-100-in-ice-and-snow-and-brutal.html" target="_blank">here</a>, if you missed it and want to check it out. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Of the Day</div><div>Driftwood (NZ)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXxSoM1HqyWP4d-agy-dGcmTNtAZ3X5KfRjF_CStX5Qfl7-Um5XWcxiVYuRM7980afr3se-fHFH89bgYMYujREm6XPiKJ7hkoh1GWCsB3NZjTRGrfIy8s1ymMqGzIHG3gSE7kWtu7805SsjhWBZKGEu9a6NxjHNw9UWPGAXL7g8Y09uBqgmGc6CqgMbs/s2048/20200309-IMG_9292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVXxSoM1HqyWP4d-agy-dGcmTNtAZ3X5KfRjF_CStX5Qfl7-Um5XWcxiVYuRM7980afr3se-fHFH89bgYMYujREm6XPiKJ7hkoh1GWCsB3NZjTRGrfIy8s1ymMqGzIHG3gSE7kWtu7805SsjhWBZKGEu9a6NxjHNw9UWPGAXL7g8Y09uBqgmGc6CqgMbs/s320/20200309-IMG_9292.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Driftwood (BC)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqQ8Sopkranc0B4G54RrlDUF1ZxbitBKH67NdCTbbnX1YeDAcEYpi42WIvecpTKNgWtCx0epT1OKZHjIfgfy4J0wnpEo3YllR4pD3lI7gNUSmtPP2coto3FpzF12tlS8ZJCRTjURIyIi6jSVJNGJMgbjmJI9aWIIJ4rnHl2-HUmQEhOFLv_DPF4xhWxDk/s320/20230202-IMG_3991.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-58350770392626883392024-01-23T10:41:00.000-07:002024-01-23T10:41:07.871-07:00Awaiting sunrise, or something<div style="text-align: left;">One of the attractions of retirement is mostly living on your own schedule. Not totally, of course. Things like medical appointments, which typically go hand in hand with retirement, happen during specific hours. (Unless you're desperate and go to the emergency ward at the hospital.) The stores are only open during specific hours. The pool I swim at has lane swimming only during certain, but somewhat erratic hours, which makes planning a bit difficult sometimes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But overall that still gives lots of space for custom tuned times for going to bed or getting out of it. Except part of the retirement thing, at least for me, is erratic sleep patterns. I'm sure that some of it stems from working shift work way back in the 80's. Before then I was a night owl. During, I was all messed up, never quite knowing if I was asleep or awake. One of the last straws was coming home after night shift and pulling in to watch a balloon being inflated in the LRT parking lot. I never saw it go up. I fell asleep and didn't wake up till about 11am. Poor Linda was (quite justifiably) freaked out. She was expecting the cops to come to the door to tell her I'd been a car collision. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">That, plus the demonstrated failures of memory was when I started planning to change jobs. After I got off shift work it took most of a year to get my sleep patterns settled down again, and then it turned out I was a morning person. Which made getting up to go to work, and even get swim workouts done before work possible.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But there's times now that something will wake me up in the early hours of the morning. Like 2am, just as one example. Sometimes I'll just lie there, thinking about various things, hoping to go back to sleep. Sometimes that happens, much later. Or I'll doze, half asleep, half awake, which probably isn't good. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Every now and then I've got up, thinking I'm awake I might as well work on a project. Except usually I find out I'm not as awake as I thought I was, and Celina will assume it's time to be fed, encouraging me with her air raid siren level meow. She doesn't like it when I tell her to howl louder because the cats on Mars can't hear her.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Plus, Linda will be asleep, or trying to sleep, so that limits how much noise I can make. She has basically two modes of "sleep". One is right out of it. We could hold a bagpipe marching band competition in the bedroom and she wouldn't notice. The other is the opposite. Me breathing, or Celina walking around, is much too loud.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Today is an example. I was up way before sunrise. Awake. I got up and did the daily puzzles, (Wordle in 4, if you're interested, which is par for me.) before coffee, even. I was thinking the sunrise might be nice, so I was keeping an eye on that during coffee and breakfast. I actually dressed and went out with the camera! It wasn't spectacular, but neither did I freeze anything off. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's warmed up even more since then, reaching the magical <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wkDvqQKGgDA" target="_blank">Mercer +1C</a>! I think I'll dig my way to the barbecue and fire it up for the first time this year. It's been so cold I'm not even sure I'd have been able to light it. Propane is a liquid at -40 C or so.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I still have a few frames in the film camera to finish the roll. I was wary of taking it out in the really cold weather. I'm afraid the film would be so brittle it would crack. I can't find reliable data saying when that would happen. The other problem when it's cold and dry is the potential of static sparks as the film is wound and rewound. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The sunrise view from our kitchen during the cold weather. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJBq9My50OUEDf324y-Oa6nXCLspBzb1V3KlngIr-VuuGFsbKZWSDONEKrcUOZ_0RDijIqRIH1RUgRsGBpGeWvYf9tmAiWTszp77g1KqCns151bnhSYZT2q9JKJaTZh53Kvaf7sfMZhtQJVwFZM2Zpk2sI4wevyvLYSkRcgqUBm3YhbT-rVNAsQVsLfw/s2048/20240114-IMG_9698.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJBq9My50OUEDf324y-Oa6nXCLspBzb1V3KlngIr-VuuGFsbKZWSDONEKrcUOZ_0RDijIqRIH1RUgRsGBpGeWvYf9tmAiWTszp77g1KqCns151bnhSYZT2q9JKJaTZh53Kvaf7sfMZhtQJVwFZM2Zpk2sI4wevyvLYSkRcgqUBm3YhbT-rVNAsQVsLfw/s320/20240114-IMG_9698.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This morning's sunrise, plus two serendipity images.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKWnE_mR-3Xe7g80l96HlbVTQpFwgpSJA9ct6YglKPGdPqBgwIDSXkVN2-EScOtJhfnl4YIt8lWkOcNmqhyphenhyphenoi_N1VbXBwkOZrcivqP_lYP-1yywaHYK5OfT-6cRYPND2iJ6RoqBjUPb_SDU5UVeZj8uyOAUJRi9E0ukFhiG_fkAIRFIFmKcKxADhK2GK4/s2048/20240123-IMG_9718.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKWnE_mR-3Xe7g80l96HlbVTQpFwgpSJA9ct6YglKPGdPqBgwIDSXkVN2-EScOtJhfnl4YIt8lWkOcNmqhyphenhyphenoi_N1VbXBwkOZrcivqP_lYP-1yywaHYK5OfT-6cRYPND2iJ6RoqBjUPb_SDU5UVeZj8uyOAUJRi9E0ukFhiG_fkAIRFIFmKcKxADhK2GK4/s320/20240123-IMG_9718.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcJMrsDEpxn-N1E6DLOBE1opfHiQ7sbYbglgrsD7-EOaxsZEyNAJ8URD49MPHTH3lgulNURhkY1LSq7_G4PqwH9Jdq_1bV3P2JvHcrhTHDKNX3Pz5pkLscbOr5H-tRBie_D8Y1-XmiWDaLMx94sZ7uiq61tfhXRs0GgOJznWxJ4vOiu6c_2uy4SVv3d90/s2048/20170617-IMG_9718.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcJMrsDEpxn-N1E6DLOBE1opfHiQ7sbYbglgrsD7-EOaxsZEyNAJ8URD49MPHTH3lgulNURhkY1LSq7_G4PqwH9Jdq_1bV3P2JvHcrhTHDKNX3Pz5pkLscbOr5H-tRBie_D8Y1-XmiWDaLMx94sZ7uiq61tfhXRs0GgOJznWxJ4vOiu6c_2uy4SVv3d90/s320/20170617-IMG_9718.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div><br /></div>This was the view from the porch of my cottage during my first visit to Yukon.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXP1K_7DBKgRVCsDFNLqPlhUVKycQRX_Qjp4v8GwIzWwBUg8npJrhp1wUo68SPoFmv3klcyDyj_4ks9A7Oiero33WYvcugdTGqNs5mc8uzwIs3bZeNc5xCI1xyVLm8usPFDKLcBSsotkCmZNJ19dn5X5eeXx1VuWgCdkSZR8HC9WSj4Q4gPvCyg0MhQOI/s2048/20170907-20170907-IMG_9718.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXP1K_7DBKgRVCsDFNLqPlhUVKycQRX_Qjp4v8GwIzWwBUg8npJrhp1wUo68SPoFmv3klcyDyj_4ks9A7Oiero33WYvcugdTGqNs5mc8uzwIs3bZeNc5xCI1xyVLm8usPFDKLcBSsotkCmZNJ19dn5X5eeXx1VuWgCdkSZR8HC9WSj4Q4gPvCyg0MhQOI/s320/20170907-20170907-IMG_9718.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Coming back to the house after stalking the sunrise this morning. This is what it looks like after several weeks of brutally cold minus WTF weather.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi508Y0oiVovjQLKivyFrpA2ZJQw2GO1JuU5Gv6fShLezz1CYa750TMeUbo0HylQi4rx8jdDPld8G73UuP-zGMpvW5du-7dY97a66hp24a-ZEm4JPnW0EO2Ufo8wwf1It_7QFoLmlAwrQbtJDPHfxb7gLDy3Jc8KOQtk_M6IhZuueyYHH05YhhfnYhTGqY/s2048/20240123-IMG_9731.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi508Y0oiVovjQLKivyFrpA2ZJQw2GO1JuU5Gv6fShLezz1CYa750TMeUbo0HylQi4rx8jdDPld8G73UuP-zGMpvW5du-7dY97a66hp24a-ZEm4JPnW0EO2Ufo8wwf1It_7QFoLmlAwrQbtJDPHfxb7gLDy3Jc8KOQtk_M6IhZuueyYHH05YhhfnYhTGqY/s320/20240123-IMG_9731.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />Of the Day</div><div>Driftwood (NZ)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Then Friday turned out to be our normal morning stuff, then a nice swim, then some errands, then coming home to Linda making a new quail on risotto recipe, then eating that, and then it was something in the afternoon, then we watched some Barnaby.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">(Optional digression. Linda had got some Midsomer Murders discs out of the library a long time ago, but I hadn't cared for them, or wasn't in the mood. Some of the contortions they go through to make something look or sound eerie, kind of makes me roll my eyes. Then we got Amazon Prime, and discovered Midomer was one of the things we could watch. Linda wanted to start from the beginning, and I was interested enough to give it a try. We got hooked. There's been a few clunkers along the way, and we sometimes figure out who dunnit. I like watching for people we've seen in other shows. The most recent one is the guy that played Giaus Baltar.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">These are throughout the year that for whatever reason didn't get blogged along the way. It's in chron order, early to quite late in the year.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm looking to finish off a roll of black and white film today, and with any luck get them into the lab over the weekend.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">1.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQnIHNlBZbN2G90aIaUMfxY894-f1iM_8r4cg680gqUF_MSv_8TEdOqTmj0d4ZB9cfTs7mzutffpomIZxj9Rp00tJ3Ltmyj9YuMJ83m0URjJ8VKWrks1-06en0zzGD7CZys7kjtBf8b_BneGQABxkBFk68V20Vn6eAlCmXzFPyYf2q__cSzI_Lt84E1kI/s2048/20230805-IMG_4611.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1638" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQnIHNlBZbN2G90aIaUMfxY894-f1iM_8r4cg680gqUF_MSv_8TEdOqTmj0d4ZB9cfTs7mzutffpomIZxj9Rp00tJ3Ltmyj9YuMJ83m0URjJ8VKWrks1-06en0zzGD7CZys7kjtBf8b_BneGQABxkBFk68V20Vn6eAlCmXzFPyYf2q__cSzI_Lt84E1kI/s320/20230805-IMG_4611.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div><br /></div>2.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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It's going to seem like an eternity till the next flowers pop up in our garden. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />Of the Day</div><div>Driftwood (NZ)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirFMvJK2cMASwzFtPlh1Pq7O_LVb3SmMgcBB2d4FO1gmRfnJyRGa99XyNDnDRSTverVzkUZ5wPE4-E5wYomgPxJEc1-oqhk1WdhzbcsVNDvynSe09fJEGjrdUYmeLaQ94IqWyx5JSL-xc3CPHXFuff7kFFKNu_ZHZVNNJnpUznM02yDXPg_4g1HZUlIMA/s2048/20200309-IMG_9300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1638" data-original-width="2048" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirFMvJK2cMASwzFtPlh1Pq7O_LVb3SmMgcBB2d4FO1gmRfnJyRGa99XyNDnDRSTverVzkUZ5wPE4-E5wYomgPxJEc1-oqhk1WdhzbcsVNDvynSe09fJEGjrdUYmeLaQ94IqWyx5JSL-xc3CPHXFuff7kFFKNu_ZHZVNNJnpUznM02yDXPg_4g1HZUlIMA/s320/20200309-IMG_9300.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Driftwood (BC)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9eJIBCnsM90_ODRsMM7OaaHhRL1TE3M0BtW1hzRw1xlU9hRtz-nZObgu1W2DGFECOLpvviMc_PZZ_QG4GRgIcdP7hjVxsFS9grhZEiytw_3JX9rQoRmkLgH0tUe1-1cIhFqVsyMLtQhbJQXa7k9OXRrKMGtYAzsnHcBhQOGIMjsDk3Sfa-qZFXmfJaRY/s2048/20230209-IMG_4886.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9eJIBCnsM90_ODRsMM7OaaHhRL1TE3M0BtW1hzRw1xlU9hRtz-nZObgu1W2DGFECOLpvviMc_PZZ_QG4GRgIcdP7hjVxsFS9grhZEiytw_3JX9rQoRmkLgH0tUe1-1cIhFqVsyMLtQhbJQXa7k9OXRrKMGtYAzsnHcBhQOGIMjsDk3Sfa-qZFXmfJaRY/s320/20230209-IMG_4886.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>And as a serendipity, a Film (new)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji20Ybvs1UhdRLE9D2nhw76pNknFiA18qEbpJsz2sRhMe09gnUEvqtAfXGAN4A3YAkS4_4AA-WCcH8tdKUfq4HE31guqk77dpeV10IxKDkodb4LQuRLobRZ4Y964-uXE9i6vWcABrJErV7HZ6C7WMfqAuNVnGCubWBGxUJ0poqhbdhnG6OwS7C4JxaOho/s2048/20231221-IMG_4886.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji20Ybvs1UhdRLE9D2nhw76pNknFiA18qEbpJsz2sRhMe09gnUEvqtAfXGAN4A3YAkS4_4AA-WCcH8tdKUfq4HE31guqk77dpeV10IxKDkodb4LQuRLobRZ4Y964-uXE9i6vWcABrJErV7HZ6C7WMfqAuNVnGCubWBGxUJ0poqhbdhnG6OwS7C4JxaOho/s320/20231221-IMG_4886.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Yukon</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDHfWnY5LQdqCP8KS_SZwAoOA4hsgZrN9ULB91OHmAOahltrY0NRUhFLQSyy9eoSOb05xK4aDjQecP8UblasC4k0gQiLnpaJCl03uUL2fBe9x42f1kRV8O1RKkQye5YPgudfHy0fcj0kTkT5jjqYix-lub0YuEQggAUqtjlLEru2ChA7r1cCm8DIMEbI/s2048/20220906-IMG_0950.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDHfWnY5LQdqCP8KS_SZwAoOA4hsgZrN9ULB91OHmAOahltrY0NRUhFLQSyy9eoSOb05xK4aDjQecP8UblasC4k0gQiLnpaJCl03uUL2fBe9x42f1kRV8O1RKkQye5YPgudfHy0fcj0kTkT5jjqYix-lub0YuEQggAUqtjlLEru2ChA7r1cCm8DIMEbI/s320/20220906-IMG_0950.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Film (old)</div><div>Me saying goodbye to Nefertitti. She was a very sick kitty at this point, and later that day we took her to the vet for that last favour to a well loved friend. </div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1M3a9VVLesjeb0hg99hvZutri3Yo-LuFEA5iLqWvROJlXwPrVQ-R1rYERTZtMXydmdQKaSH3xiTD19_MEVnunGAEZ5Gi-3MZAq6Oo43yRMz11Lg5Pgac5viNFAJi7aumF1yCjbRIJKB2YNvsGtIcPfQVO_hMCldX_5UHfmccJYLx7ePv7Xc02yOVHmSg/s2048/20230204-IMG_4053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1M3a9VVLesjeb0hg99hvZutri3Yo-LuFEA5iLqWvROJlXwPrVQ-R1rYERTZtMXydmdQKaSH3xiTD19_MEVnunGAEZ5Gi-3MZAq6Oo43yRMz11Lg5Pgac5viNFAJi7aumF1yCjbRIJKB2YNvsGtIcPfQVO_hMCldX_5UHfmccJYLx7ePv7Xc02yOVHmSg/s320/20230204-IMG_4053.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-36333659631893801752024-01-17T16:46:00.000-07:002024-01-17T16:46:17.144-07:00A Wintery Wordless Wednesday<div style="text-align: left;"> 1.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Everything has a lifespan. People. Plants. Even things eventually reach a point where they are beyond economical repair.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's the things I'm thinking of just now. Some things last a long time. My family gave us a set of nice dishes as a wedding present just over 39 years ago, (39 years!!! and that's probably a blog topic) and much of it is in daily use, still going strong. When I moved from Ontario to Calgary in the summer of 1980, essentially everything I owned fit into a 78 Pontiac LeMans. The only one of those things that is still in daily use (as far as I can remember) is a little key fob connector thingie. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJf6vdCqkwPY4sCQ_68MLNljWChzGdK5amFSrWpdXbfwLtNDNUowEObXATDSTa5INtnd1RnkYn9SdGUKxy1PClUe1v6oPaElHVrFvWMaZtgOGJNEQhK_HLpeb7RRentLbAUGSG4sBVzQYDXp5yj5m1ZRqzUXZeu6fDXNofeNAeNeh9AnUIdr1CQrTl_ps/s2048/20240112-IMG_9697.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJf6vdCqkwPY4sCQ_68MLNljWChzGdK5amFSrWpdXbfwLtNDNUowEObXATDSTa5INtnd1RnkYn9SdGUKxy1PClUe1v6oPaElHVrFvWMaZtgOGJNEQhK_HLpeb7RRentLbAUGSG4sBVzQYDXp5yj5m1ZRqzUXZeu6fDXNofeNAeNeh9AnUIdr1CQrTl_ps/s320/20240112-IMG_9697.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">It lets me easily separate the car keys from the rest of the keys, which is handy when the car is being serviced, or I need the house key but don't want to shut off the car for whatever reason. The keys involved are the car key, our house key, a friend's house key, the bike U lock key, the mailbox key (we were forced into the horrid community mailbox system) and a small key that I don't know what it unlocks. It might be the garage door lock from the garage door that was replaced about 12 years ago.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Which reminds me of another thing. The garage door opener reliably worked from in front of our neighbour's driveway across the street. Reliably, every time. But would it shut the door after backing out of the garage, while we were RIGHT THERE!!!??? No. Or rarely. My thinking was that it couldn't be the battery so I was looking for other causes. It turns out that if you put an LED bulb into your garage door opener motor box, that might interfere with the remote. But I still have a normal bulb. Then the guy how installed the door, who happens to live in the cul de sac behind us was walking by and asked what was up. We talked about a few things, then he asked when I'd last changed the battery. I told him I remembered putting a 9 volt square battery in it a few years ago. He gave me a funny look, and said, that wouldn't fit into this box. It takes one of those dime sized ones. I happened to have one, and we put it in. Now it works all the time. Go figure.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">One of the things that broke recently was the glass part of the French Press in daily use. It slipped a bit in my hands as I was washing it, and the bottom cracked against the edge of the sink. Oops. Well, we had another in the cupboard, and when I opened it up I found a receipt for it, dated almost exactly 3 years ago. That means the one I broke has been in daily use for more than 3 years. Pretty good for something made of glass.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I had to go out anyways, so I made a point of going back to the same store to get another. After all, morning coffee is a serious business. I'm pretty sure if I break the next one without a replacement, it will be at a time that's really awkward, perhaps with guests waiting for coffee. That store is the kitchen store in Britannia, a wonderful shopping centre off Elbow drive and 50th Ave. Near it is one of my favourite bookstores, Owl's Nest, a small independent store that is somehow still in business. Calgary used to have a ton of bookstores, new and used, and I'm pretty sure that Chapters and Amazon has driven most of them out of business. I picked up two books, this one, and a new Robert J Sawyer book I'm part way through.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is how you lose the Time War by Max Gladstone is an amazing read! It's almost like prose poetry. I'm seriously thinking about reading it again, but reading it aloud, slowly, savouring the words, the images. It's the most unconventional love story I've ever read.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRwNfph8dlKVvB9YiFYmDWTvqHdVyC2qyI2Y1BKrr5c-CbGeUSwy1RH1mDha_4epK-RIpu0WusZ0PvL40-_O2OVOgVXjTgbmQGH6kM-lx7zSftAQZS-KjM8hqer180WpcdcG5gHeCmeAayD7Q2TRbsm-g2k9Xe6bwPgXPb0Aq8E0CpV3IZgC9EKpAWCeY/s2048/20240107-IMG_9687.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1392" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRwNfph8dlKVvB9YiFYmDWTvqHdVyC2qyI2Y1BKrr5c-CbGeUSwy1RH1mDha_4epK-RIpu0WusZ0PvL40-_O2OVOgVXjTgbmQGH6kM-lx7zSftAQZS-KjM8hqer180WpcdcG5gHeCmeAayD7Q2TRbsm-g2k9Xe6bwPgXPb0Aq8E0CpV3IZgC9EKpAWCeY/s320/20240107-IMG_9687.jpg" width="218" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Secret Knowledge by David Hockney. He has done a bunch of research into how painters did their work. He shows how paintings evolved between the Middle Ages and through the Renaissance. His point is that it appears that some painters used optical aids to create their work.<div><br /></div><div>While he gives lots of examples, and it tends a bit towards the scholarly end of things, it's quite readable, and it's fascinating to see the portraits change. I'd look at a portrait, then read about it, and was amazed at all the things he saw in it. Only after he pointed it out did I see them. Clearly there is work to be done in my brain about seeing and thinking about what's before me.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgAm5wFJfk82nSjh55vQcVBj6C2u93LATScjv-wk1qnc8YwQ5_5Bwh_LtaGtVKwqfeCPgBffut_vvnHw2K2DjfIXB12cOQNz0SNqNva_dHizSQfz3MdoJKQ3lFodQb1Hks4OV7Hy3nY6pXbNS0nTjbWRXWojjP25ZwBaVi2dIPuuU3b6FsZcxQJr9ejmE/s2048/20240107-IMG_9688.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1605" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgAm5wFJfk82nSjh55vQcVBj6C2u93LATScjv-wk1qnc8YwQ5_5Bwh_LtaGtVKwqfeCPgBffut_vvnHw2K2DjfIXB12cOQNz0SNqNva_dHizSQfz3MdoJKQ3lFodQb1Hks4OV7Hy3nY6pXbNS0nTjbWRXWojjP25ZwBaVi2dIPuuU3b6FsZcxQJr9ejmE/s320/20240107-IMG_9688.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Extraordinary Light by Sherman Hines This was a gift from friends. He's a Canadian photographer I'd never heard of, who has captured amazing images. What's more, they're on film, which further increases the skill involved. I've been to a few of the places he has photos of, although mine aren't even remotely in the same league. </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKhOaFaYnhkcDswpdxxtuGPuyZi9wSBH5PUi6-DrGV_Cq03hdYEMLFTfc1D_kjSngDGBeL1ARvbmEQ5gAr4aOv6orPHD2kA0i0-cD6JFkjTqrj7qCuXM9jKr1Faz2yp61xFY4Kc9-TWmhEKT3Z7h7dmKnOMWKAxjuhhwE2LeryR9lrix7blV736k2rA4U/s2048/20240107-IMG_9689.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1889" data-original-width="2048" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKhOaFaYnhkcDswpdxxtuGPuyZi9wSBH5PUi6-DrGV_Cq03hdYEMLFTfc1D_kjSngDGBeL1ARvbmEQ5gAr4aOv6orPHD2kA0i0-cD6JFkjTqrj7qCuXM9jKr1Faz2yp61xFY4Kc9-TWmhEKT3Z7h7dmKnOMWKAxjuhhwE2LeryR9lrix7blV736k2rA4U/s320/20240107-IMG_9689.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />Of the Day</div><div>Driftwood (NZ)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVbBtoeubp1e-RgyjSe2i_lNWfd47Q2tyUl16456JOnC-t9ZJPFuBGvbjAV1bIJBzNXnhhBvm1KGsR3gQQYQEmpDO3ExvXi7YKV0cqxPLb_K0VQBRIcgEjHNe5sL7e0i-9fnjhkLdfCs9lDwVxuGmB0NH7E2v-1-bS33JFWhNQAd6Y7q2Qal0mTnOuzBs/s320/20230210-IMG_5302.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Flower</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6rAPM6-v_DCTbFBDTbZsDHs9UwvyOF8MShMREleFkcxgEnxSqhyphenhyphenngFegSkFuk5mPr0_JVJEwR1nGEmdkCUCj52GQ-k8vuILziD2wqD9Fb8TH5aY2WXq6xL0_NN__cT_f3MI9GYp8tvzift_Q337Hqrh_f8MaT_S7KjXEQDbzPA0dCjdUh0OifmyAw6Q/s2048/20230803-IMG_4528.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6rAPM6-v_DCTbFBDTbZsDHs9UwvyOF8MShMREleFkcxgEnxSqhyphenhyphenngFegSkFuk5mPr0_JVJEwR1nGEmdkCUCj52GQ-k8vuILziD2wqD9Fb8TH5aY2WXq6xL0_NN__cT_f3MI9GYp8tvzift_Q337Hqrh_f8MaT_S7KjXEQDbzPA0dCjdUh0OifmyAw6Q/s320/20230803-IMG_4528.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>And a flowery serendipity from 2017.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrBClcmOXnvVnKMazROf0iNgewBCnNKHtQRsNmgp1m_KqSyvlHo0e5zLmAnSOsKSpCotijy_K6Ov1jUZ75kKMfk1mjW2be9pVTUClimNwLjdLp_ClGyXVyJQW6AdUlIZnPeUVtDkypSrm3QM6MWSI1oEXtU7ycqakp8xenJlHmWzptqWQ2oqNnqFRrJmo/s2048/20170803-IMG_4528.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrBClcmOXnvVnKMazROf0iNgewBCnNKHtQRsNmgp1m_KqSyvlHo0e5zLmAnSOsKSpCotijy_K6Ov1jUZ75kKMfk1mjW2be9pVTUClimNwLjdLp_ClGyXVyJQW6AdUlIZnPeUVtDkypSrm3QM6MWSI1oEXtU7ycqakp8xenJlHmWzptqWQ2oqNnqFRrJmo/s320/20170803-IMG_4528.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Yukon</div><div>I'd love to have been able to spend more time watching the shadows move across the mountain sides.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi03IoFnXEvGHBoDC6WnPNLjOGb33c1B2HIl9MqXczjxi3Kbm-jV8NAbKt8nXUYrv2CYAesZV2FAoAeCVeZPks3hH-XRDwSPwyrqlC9kSKG9AxAt6E6XpH-FEI4eneIoIFIYdheRYWHuv6TyiL_sB54IzZ23vZKYuUxuULoS5bR9QNhhyTXAuneWNBW7h8/s2048/20220906-IMG_0977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi03IoFnXEvGHBoDC6WnPNLjOGb33c1B2HIl9MqXczjxi3Kbm-jV8NAbKt8nXUYrv2CYAesZV2FAoAeCVeZPks3hH-XRDwSPwyrqlC9kSKG9AxAt6E6XpH-FEI4eneIoIFIYdheRYWHuv6TyiL_sB54IzZ23vZKYuUxuULoS5bR9QNhhyTXAuneWNBW7h8/s320/20220906-IMG_0977.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Film (new)</div><div>I can't help but think this would make a brutally hard jigsaw puzzle.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiejCyqW56W3iOa5pvCJqGJsnq9y90R5eTqbFpAVG6d5jhyeLCK9kWN7JhId6eUZwM9NQ313zJxWIYdkVBAqF36v1vEO3gml3Ud4tVgiuheZbEBf_E_ydOtmDbJIuLLGHW3sDG2R1QnHjoROIalr0Wg7LPm545tmjROktQ34AP57aPwSwlwJsuwreHMBj8/s2048/20230603-IMG_4264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1366" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiejCyqW56W3iOa5pvCJqGJsnq9y90R5eTqbFpAVG6d5jhyeLCK9kWN7JhId6eUZwM9NQ313zJxWIYdkVBAqF36v1vEO3gml3Ud4tVgiuheZbEBf_E_ydOtmDbJIuLLGHW3sDG2R1QnHjoROIalr0Wg7LPm545tmjROktQ34AP57aPwSwlwJsuwreHMBj8/s320/20230603-IMG_4264.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Film (old)</div><div>There's a story about that pickaxe. This is probably the summer of 1991. At the time I was working at the bunker (the old Nova Gas Transmission building off 14th st). Linda was working at City Hall. Ribtor Hardware was just a few blocks away for her. She picked up the pickaxe and walked to meet me since I didn't get off till 5. She said the drivers were very respectful as she crossed the streets. She says it was the pickaxe over her shoulder, but I think it was the determined glint in her eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkBo4dtrv8D5TX5SrGTXK8-HJ6yrIV3kdQN235z8fXLVKLbqrs9mnJiDAiExWt5GjmVnMyGC5dDCqzwGeRwqNA3m_49F-7-QOHujOQm41siVy-8Gm5SXrHgHru8iK3xowrLLJiGpspCt9MvHyYyXzCSm9320FjeNW3oHIJCTTRpFgzqSYz5QzfSMPZc7c/s2048/20230203-IMG_4022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkBo4dtrv8D5TX5SrGTXK8-HJ6yrIV3kdQN235z8fXLVKLbqrs9mnJiDAiExWt5GjmVnMyGC5dDCqzwGeRwqNA3m_49F-7-QOHujOQm41siVy-8Gm5SXrHgHru8iK3xowrLLJiGpspCt9MvHyYyXzCSm9320FjeNW3oHIJCTTRpFgzqSYz5QzfSMPZc7c/s320/20230203-IMG_4022.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>And a found image of Linda from early 2023.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFT5o7lDSrbCBycH_qE7hmT_Ahp-o_y1yorAzWJdoaU1ceDaFdG9DrblLez5tjCVHgSOX7heqWBLHk_BAoFTZzkN0bxaDWSFsD7hnB8K8Q_RUVvfjEMHEXk9NSCaLycDxKAnV2ok6Qhw8oVh-WLjEDP269bW6ZR7PNpaK7FW-i7OAqVTqTpBl85MxiHOk/s2048/20230328-IMG_8075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1638" data-original-width="2048" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFT5o7lDSrbCBycH_qE7hmT_Ahp-o_y1yorAzWJdoaU1ceDaFdG9DrblLez5tjCVHgSOX7heqWBLHk_BAoFTZzkN0bxaDWSFsD7hnB8K8Q_RUVvfjEMHEXk9NSCaLycDxKAnV2ok6Qhw8oVh-WLjEDP269bW6ZR7PNpaK7FW-i7OAqVTqTpBl85MxiHOk/s320/20230328-IMG_8075.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-11754135703529691182024-01-08T09:41:00.003-07:002024-01-08T09:41:45.441-07:00Comments Commentary<div style="text-align: left;">The timeline on this is getting stretched out. I started about the time I was making the selections for IotY, when one of my regular commenters got caught up and sent in several thoughtful comments, and I commented about them in a letter. Then the other of my regular commenters sent lots of comments, as he got caught up on blog reading. He's been distracted with some of his own projects for a while.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And since I was writing while the Christmas tree was up, here's a photo of it. We'll be taking it down today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJD4BA0GNypB0qutG1TSVO9DheKZUkFT0EKRUFx-_HVBhd3VtH7TPNOftf5QotJKXjBIMgXDuiMRSaPiyV-ssZZbysXU7NoxggfBPVueGYACp36hnNBjFFmW4wXZ93WM-MxAMHuruR3aQR2X5lV-pcl3mxOl9qrFMDrFVCvdvoQodLflXL_tWBCV5WVjo/s2048/20231224-IMG_9644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJD4BA0GNypB0qutG1TSVO9DheKZUkFT0EKRUFx-_HVBhd3VtH7TPNOftf5QotJKXjBIMgXDuiMRSaPiyV-ssZZbysXU7NoxggfBPVueGYACp36hnNBjFFmW4wXZ93WM-MxAMHuruR3aQR2X5lV-pcl3mxOl9qrFMDrFVCvdvoQodLflXL_tWBCV5WVjo/s320/20231224-IMG_9644.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div><br /></div>That will make Celina unhappy, because she thinks we put it up so she has a comfortable little cave.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgskH24ll6FIvV14ieF5fryNi6QFwI-pSe3llbCHiIaMMmBb-J08H6UQlYMk22hZU5PAWrRy0Hb84OjEBLzsjoiTUaYs9uD_l76ABke4ZnKxkNZzLtJgmGkc491oRRkTe4DShi4AUQ688pSy6c1hXDPzpXRNkFqMpLPJA6ZUo4kKMGsQjKpI8QZs3HrS3s/s2048/20231224-IMG_9641.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgskH24ll6FIvV14ieF5fryNi6QFwI-pSe3llbCHiIaMMmBb-J08H6UQlYMk22hZU5PAWrRy0Hb84OjEBLzsjoiTUaYs9uD_l76ABke4ZnKxkNZzLtJgmGkc491oRRkTe4DShi4AUQ688pSy6c1hXDPzpXRNkFqMpLPJA6ZUo4kKMGsQjKpI8QZs3HrS3s/s320/20231224-IMG_9641.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh, and now that I'm reviewing and not writing, this got long. Take a moment and get your favourite tipple.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Plus there are periodic private comments coming in by email. I make the assumption these are generally not for public consumption, otherwise they would have commented that way. Then again, maybe Blogger gives them a hard time about commenting. I know commenting doesn't work from mobile platforms, or hasn't in the past. I've given up on using Safari for anything blog related, so Chrome is pretty well my go to browser these days. If you're burning to join the commenting crowd, because you have things to say and want to say it right then, and you'll lose it if you don't do so, might I suggest you try Chrome. Has anyone tried to comment on my blog via Chrome on their mobile device?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I love hearing comments from my readers, a small but loyal group. Thank you all for your comments, keep those cards and letters coming!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">What I think I'll do is start somewhere, and respond to some of the comments. Where to start? Which has led me to quite a bit of a digression, scrolling back through comments and posts. Oh, and the <a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2024/01/2022-image-of-year.html" target="_blank">2023 IotY</a> is now published, in case you missed it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2023/01/oddball.html" target="_blank">January</a> a year ago, Jan said "<i>What on earth is the first "oddball" image? I can't figure it out. Really like them all - but especially #8 for some reason (I can't explain - the light maybe?) Another wonderful Tombstone image! And the shot of the plane is great fun too! That's a lovely portrait of Michelle but think it might have been more effective if she'd been gazing towards the light in order to highlight her face.</i>"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's actually a close up photo of my favourite glass paperweight. I was taking a glass blowing course, and the specific concept was to take a blob of hot glass, roll it into a bar, roll the bar in coloured crushed glass, heat it up, work the bar into a knot, then cover it with another layer of glass, roll that into a sphere, detach from the punty and put it in the kiln to slowly cool down. It all went really well till I got to the roll into a sphere part. Spherical is really hard, and it got all elongated and I had to squooge it down again, then taper it to get it off the punty. It's sort of an oblong shape, and the knot of coloured glass turned to marmalade. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Michelle and I were walking in Fish Creek when we found that patch of grass. I wanted a photo of her emerging from the grass but it didn't work out, even though I was on my tummy trying to get low enough for the grass to be more prominent. I'm always mindful that she poses because I ask nice, and I think it interests her to see how the photos turn out, but she is not a paid model, so I respect her time and patience.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2023/02/vacation-vs-retirement.html" target="_blank">February</a> Sean said "<i>I miss the sea. I kept returning to 7 as there is much to like about. I wonder though if there was a slightly different angle that would have placed the long pointy finger a little further to the right, which would have put the image more in balance. 12 - wonderful location. 13 - I like the amount of movement here. These is some in the sky and clouds, and the house lights add a nice touch.</i>"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I often wonder why I don't live closer to the ocean. That could easily lead into a discussion of real estate values, the trials of moving and establishing new roots in another community, but that would be a massive digression. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Composition is a tricky thing and I'm certainly not an expert. Someone looking at a photo can only see what is in the photo. They don't know what is outside the photo, although sometimes it's pretty obvious. There have been many occasions where something has intruded into the frame of my desired photo that was not in my view finder. My choices are then to live with it, use a tool to remove the intrusion, which might or might not be easy or produce acceptable results, or to crop in, which sometimes does not work. I went back to look at the original, and it turns out this is an uncropped image. For whatever reason I chose that vantage point and composition. I no longer remember what was to the left of that driftwood, or why I didn't angle more to the left. I suspect I was thinking about leading lines from the bottom of the photo going up and to the right expansive space.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2023/06/9th-to-19th.html?showComment=1687789145983#c4963442025277528177" target="_blank">June</a> Jan said "<i>I'm glad you're still blogging, albeit less frequently. I'm going to try to write one today for the first time in a long while. I think it gets harder when you write less often. How do you pick just a topic or two when you've had so many floating around in your head over weeks or months? Lots of great photos here. I especially like the aurora, the second driftwood, and the long exposure. Your technical skills have really improved overtime. It's hard to imagine you were ever satisfied with just using a cell phone camera. Are you still using an iPhone?</i>"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I think writing is like many other things. The more you do it, the easier it is. Part of it is the technical skill of typing. The faster you type, the quicker you can catch the words and get on to the next thing. More importantly, I think there's something to the idea of being on a roll. You get in the groove of doing something, and it can become easier to keep doing it than to stop. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As for the multitude of topics the advice is simple. Pick one, and write. Make a note of the other topics and promise you'll get to them. And then when you're done writing the first topic, pick a second. Repeat. I believe that the idea fairy brings ideas to those who use the earlier ideas. Don't use them, and they stop coming.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I still use the iphone camera, mainly for taking a photo that I need to send to someone, like a document. Or if it's the camera to hand when the photo is right now, like a cute cat lap photo. But the problem is that while in many ways the cell phone cameras are getting better, it's at the price of producing actual photographs. It used to be that light bounced off things, went through a simple lens system, and was captured on a sensor of some kind, which until recently was film. It was further edited during the developing and printing process, of course. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But now the light goes onto the cell phone sensor, and the computer decides what is being photographed, applying computations to make it "better". Except it's no longer a photograph. It might or might not be digital art. It might or might not represent reality. Then there's whatever filters the user applies, and whatever compressions the hosting software applies when it's posted on line. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I used to like Apple's photo software, but it's become a monster. I can no longer tell if I have the actual bits and bytes that make up the photo on my hard drive, or if they are on the cloud somewhere and what I have are directions to get there. There are several different version of old iphone photo collections taking up space, and I can't tell how they overlap or not, and what will happen if I delete them. I fear that deleting the photos folder off one computer will apply that deletion to all the other computers this one is connected to. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In some ways I've come to dislike the Apple ecosystem, and have considered the idea of buying a Windows box. I have seriously thought about the project of creating another Lightroom catalogue and migrating photos from the Apple photo software into it. At some point I'll run into the format issue and I'll have to figure out how to cope with that. Then when I'm done, deleting the Apple app photos where ever they might be. I think there's only something like 13,000 photos to consider, so how bad could it be? Hmmmm, as it happens Adobe has actual instructions for migrating to Lightroom, so I suppose it's possible. It looks like there's a lot of prep work though. Maybe that's a project for the long cold dark Alberta winter.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Three related comments on the same post. (My 2023 books)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2023/12/my-2023-books-or-self-indulgence-writ.html" target="_blank">December</a> Jan said "<i>I'm super impressed with how quickly you got the books done. I promised myself I'd have two done this fall but haven't managed even one. sigh. A project for January.</i>"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And Sean said "<i>I appreciate your experimental approach to book making. Do it quickly - learn - move on to the next. My various real and imagined neuroses sometimes gets in my way. Cheers, Sean</i>"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And Janet said "<i>Very nice, Keith. My cousin has been doing a yearly photo 'album' with Blurb for a long time and I love the idea - a yearbook of the best photos of family, friends, holidays, etc. The spine has the year on it, so if she wants to reminisce, she just pulls that book. I also did 2 photo books for my mom, on our trips to Scotland, and she loves them.</i>"</div><div style="text-align: left;">Plus a private comment asking for clarification between photo size and container size.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In one sense, the books are like writing, the more you do the easier it is. The first one was a bit of a struggle, figuring out the finer points of the interface, and trying to decide which photos to use. I kept telling myself, "it's a test book. A TEST!" </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">For the next ones I had already figured out some stuff so the dithering was more about which photos and where they went. The second and third lay flat books were easy because I used exactly the same layout. Typography is an arcane art unto itself, and I ignored it. I pick a readable font and move along. Nobody, and I mean nobody at all, will care what font I used.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">BookWright offers many page layouts for photos, text, and both. Some don't seem practical to me, but you don't have to use them. I spent some time playing with layouts and dropping photos into them. That part is really easy, but there are two related complications.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">1. If the photo isn't the same aspect ratio as the container, the beautiful layout you selected will look odd in the preview, because you'll only see the photo, not the container. So, an example. Coming out of Lightroom, many of my photos will be a multiple of 3 wide x 2 high. (Because 35mm cameras frame size is 36mm wide by 24mm high.) Mine will be 6240 x 4160 pixels. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now imagine you have drawn a container that is 10 wide x 8 high to be the perfect design for that particular page, and you drop one of those photos into it. It doesn't fit evenly. There's a button that lets you fit to frame, which will leave extra space around two sides of the photo, or fill to frame, which will chop off some of your photo. In either case, that probably isn't the result you want.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My solution is to ignore the containers, making the assumption I edited the photo to a particular aspect ratio for whatever reasons seemed good to me at the time. I just drag the photo onto the BookWright page. It automatically creates a container for it that is exactly the right size. Now you can grab a corner and tweak the size and drag it to where you want it on the page. Which leads to complication 2.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But before we get there, a slight digression. There have been several times I needed to consider photos as a group, and how they fit together on a page. I've gone back into Lightroom, created a virtual copy of the photo, and cropped it to the size or aspect ratio I needed for that page. There's an example of that in my 2023 image of the year <a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2024/01/2022-image-of-year.html" target="_blank">post</a>. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">2. Original photo resolution. Modern cameras and lenses are amazingly sharp. For every square mm on my camera sensor, it captures about 173 by 173 pixels of information. That's why camera files are so big, it has to define what colour each one of those tiny little spots is. (It's more technical than that, but bear with me.) Now think about leaving the number of pixels the same, but making the size of the frame bigger. Each pixel has to get bigger. At first that isn't a problem. Human vision isn't good enough to see the individual pixels, so they still all blend together. But as the pixels get bigger we can start to see the square edges. Diagonal lines start to look jagged. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">BookWright will tell you if you're trying to stretch a photo to be too big. The general rule of thumb for print is 300 dpi. So for my camera, that image could be printed out almost 21 inches wide (6420 / 300 = 20.8) and almost 14 inches high, and still look good (from a technical print perspective). That's more than big enough for most books, although not the ginormous layflat books I sometimes get. If I try to make the photo bigger than that, I'll get jagged lines and a warning. It will fix that for you by resizing at the click of a button. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So in the book I did for Michelle, I knew there was a photo of our first meeting in a coffee shop after a race. I wanted to include it, but I didn't take the photo. It was a 2013 or earlier era cell phone in the selfie mode. Then the photo went onto Facebook, which does further compression. By the time I was trying to fit that photo into BookWright, it was about 1.5 inches square. I included it anyway for the historical record.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Generally I export photos from Lightroom going to BookWright by selecting 300 dpi, and the long edge being the full width or height of a single page. It makes for a bigger file, but who cares. Once the photo is in the book you can delete that exported file. Then when I drop it into BookWright, it takes up most of the whole page, which is fine. I can make it smaller and BookWright tweaks the image. The rule is you can make things smaller by removing what is essentially invisible information, but you can't make things bigger by adding information that wasn't there. Yes, there are apps that claim to be able to do that, but I am dubious about the results. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Of course, all that has been from the perspective of someone working with digital camera files in Lightroom, on a fairly capable computer. BookWright can accept JPG, JPEG, or PNG files, but not the new iphone file format HEIC or HEIF. Converting those adds another step, and watch your sizing.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Doing the books is fun! Not least is the opportunity to look at older photos again, and contemplate your growth as a photographer. Some of the writing advice also applies to creating a book. Writing is different than editing. When writing you barf everything out onto the page. Don't stop to fix spelling mistakes, grammar, plot holes, whatever. Write it all out. Write alternative scenes. Put your characters into a stalled cable car high above the ground; what do they talk about? Do they await escape, or do they undress and tie all their clothing together to make a rope long enough to get into the top of a tree and escape that way? Once you have written, you edit. That's where you fix things, but the important concept is that you cannot edit till you have words to work with. I trust that translating that concept to a photo book is not difficult.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Oh, and a bonus secret. If you have an obvious cover image that goes with your title, then do it first. But if you don't, leave the cover till last. Edit the contents and find out what book you have actually done, as opposed to whatever your ideas were before starting. Once you know what the book is, it's much easier to pick a cover. For many authors, that opening paragraph is the last thing they write.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2023/07/some-watery-photos-to-cool-you-down.html" target="_blank">July</a> Sean said "<i>I find bookmaking another journey of learning, experimenting, and refining. Welcome to the road. Speaking of refinement, as we have discussed before photography is hard. Though as I wrote the other day, I think a better phrase is photography is slow. The 1/125th of a second is only a part of the process.</i>"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Ah, the deep mysteries of shutter speed. Photography the way we are doing it, or trying to do it, is hard and slow. Thinking about what makes a good image, and setting the camera to capture that is usually not a fast process. I always knew that the camera and human eyes "see" the world quite differently. The difficulty is seeing the world the way the camera does, or can. A 1/125 second exposure will almost certainly look quite different than a 1 second exposure. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Which is why I I have to repress my annoyance when I hear anyone beyond a brand new photographer learning to use the M setting on their camera, ask, "What settings should I use?" There are usually a number of settings that will produce nearly indistinguishable results. Knowing what the settings were when looking at a photo typically won't tell you anything interesting about the photo. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My usual advice is to tell them, "You have a digital camera. Take a photo with the settings you have now, then look at the back of the camera. There are only 3 variables, so if the photo doesn't look right, tweak the settings accordingly. Repeat till you get an image you're happy with. Then look at something else and do it again. Do it 100 times and you ought to get the hang of it."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I think I've only taken a few photos in aperture or shutter priority modes, mainly to see how it worked. There's been a bunch in bulb mode, like doing dark sky photos, but the overwhelming majority have been in manual mode. My camera mode dial has B, M, Av, Tv, P, A+, CA, SCN, C2, and C1. To be honest I don't have a clue what anything after the Tv is, what it does, or how it works. It's almost certainly in the manual, and I could reach out and touch that manual right now, but I don't care enough to look. I'd be happy to buy a camera that had only M and B modes. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Even walking into a triathlon in challenging early dawn light, the first photo will be nearly right. ISO 800, aperture wide open or nearly so, and shutter is probably around 1/500. Tweak shutter as required for each photo depending on the exact lighting conditions. Shutter speed will gradually be getting faster as the day gets brighter. Drop ISO accordingly. Sometimes the day gets so bright I need to close down the aperture a bit to keep the shutter slower than 1/4000, which is the fastest that camera can work. This all sounds more complicated than it is. I don't even think about it any more.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2023/08/july-image-of-month.html" target="_blank">July</a> Sean said "<i>No surprise on the IoTM. The 1st runner up is one that grows on me, even if there has been some detail loss in the screen version.. The top left corner appears a little hot, and might benefit from being dialed back with a linear gradient. Cheers, Sean</i>"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">No surprise that the owl was a finalist for IotY indeed. That's one where a digital camera has it hands down over a film camera. I probably wouldn't have had any photos if I'd had the medium format camera in hand. I might have one if I'd had the Canon 7 in my hands. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The top left corner is a white gravel beach in strong sun. I never really thought about trying to dial it down. Maybe I don't have the right touch, but I don't think I've ever done a linear gradient where I liked the results. Even using a brush to select the area and playing with the settings usually makes things worse, in my eyes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2023/11/first-camera-walk-in-while.html" target="_blank">November</a> Jan said "<i>Shooting water is hard, and doing it handheld is ever harder. Well done! I can see why you put #8 on Vero. It's mesmerizing.</i>"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Water is another example of where our eyes see the world very differently than a camera. Many photographers have spent lots of time working on settings for moving water to get the image they want, in the lighting they have. I'm not a fan of the river of milk school of water photography, but I love the mist over water and rocks effect. Which explains IotY. It's much easier using a tripod, or putting the camera on a stable surface, but carrying around a tripod is a pain in the shoulder.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2023/12/latest-books.html" target="_blank">December</a> Sean said "<i>Most of my images don't merit much editing, but there are some though that say "I have good bones" and "I could be much better with a bit of TLC". So when inanimate objects and artifacts start talking, I am inclined to listen.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>The digital world sometimes feels a lot like an addictive drug, and therefore controlling consumption is difficult. I like the idea of deciding on consumption based on values. In truth though, my behaviour is rarely that considered. Cheers, Sean</i>"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I've never really had that experience of an image saying "I could be better with some TLC." I think I come from a more documentary perspective, where the image is the image. As we have discussed, there is no such thing as an unedited image. The question is, how much editing and what is the intent behind the editing? Where is the line between a photographic image, and digital art? Most people would say that removing sensor or lens spots is fair game, but what about that distracting white rock off to the side, or the pop can someone dropped? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Some people say that removing distracting things from a photograph is fine, but adding things that weren't there is not. Except I think a photograph is a balance between the subject and the background that gives meaning or context to the subject. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Dealing with the digital world is an ongoing struggle. It's proving harder than I thought to look at Facebook only once a day. My thinking was that whenever I was minded to look, I'd ask myself what else I could be doing that would be more productive. Since just about anything is more productive than looking at Facebook, that means I continue doing what I was doing, which might be being a fuzzy blanket <a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2022/05/i-am-just-fuzzy-blanket-substrate.html" target="_blank">substrate</a> for Celina. Or getting up off my butt and actually doing something. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Of the Day</div><div>Driftwood (NZ)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyncctDnj8ZpJW-0zKCwtJT_lynd-GZ2ESTMBhscG8kVSw89bR8q2rdyisi3oVV3MeugVkIP3DaMDkEPBZSllhRgg0J_bf3X0OxKuKziv5KGO9jZ8NrKYCsFeueImbG2ss8kgBTAoE2387ypE41-q8r-crUrAZUf2BrLMXKvZ4fu1AMP6i6F6ntUKwbDA/s2048/20200319-IMG_0519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyncctDnj8ZpJW-0zKCwtJT_lynd-GZ2ESTMBhscG8kVSw89bR8q2rdyisi3oVV3MeugVkIP3DaMDkEPBZSllhRgg0J_bf3X0OxKuKziv5KGO9jZ8NrKYCsFeueImbG2ss8kgBTAoE2387ypE41-q8r-crUrAZUf2BrLMXKvZ4fu1AMP6i6F6ntUKwbDA/s320/20200319-IMG_0519.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Driftwood (BC)</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-EM2FFPMeoiIWKpRB5svHN4yPEor1VhdiIHOQEAVswoAh7o7d1AXdUR7bhn9UdsFA8bnmCTGjhTH5XdDaoR-ayMk04yh6OPKDr5U-rOMFbAfbCAszdpMaK8NQB8fbwM7dACUR3zliUaUlgAFiHebHLi7g97gNWHDWrdTw8FCg2NPp1Y8z7Qv4-6PTnY/s2048/20230212-IMG_5510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI-EM2FFPMeoiIWKpRB5svHN4yPEor1VhdiIHOQEAVswoAh7o7d1AXdUR7bhn9UdsFA8bnmCTGjhTH5XdDaoR-ayMk04yh6OPKDr5U-rOMFbAfbCAszdpMaK8NQB8fbwM7dACUR3zliUaUlgAFiHebHLi7g97gNWHDWrdTw8FCg2NPp1Y8z7Qv4-6PTnY/s320/20230212-IMG_5510.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Plus another woody serendipity.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxtSfDeXOjHMmeX5DNU8UlzAU9bTXTCEoCRxzSmPW-efSEASU_u604CAr9wS_pA-4oHEhe-yHx-vJlQBHkoEDDUrSluIHTmAuu5K4JxmU9ZEqKxpOcS455-nUBJyZUOwPRa-sEdn7a3pVQHWS4nAJmM2qKQAgzDTGXsl6hOzZilHL6t2WKvWWLG0x1bh8/s2048/20170319-IMG_5510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1638" data-original-width="2048" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxtSfDeXOjHMmeX5DNU8UlzAU9bTXTCEoCRxzSmPW-efSEASU_u604CAr9wS_pA-4oHEhe-yHx-vJlQBHkoEDDUrSluIHTmAuu5K4JxmU9ZEqKxpOcS455-nUBJyZUOwPRa-sEdn7a3pVQHWS4nAJmM2qKQAgzDTGXsl6hOzZilHL6t2WKvWWLG0x1bh8/s320/20170319-IMG_5510.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Flower and Film (new)</div><div>This is the last of that specific sequence.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBqyEfJdaNE0wUnPw8_kDyfojKbhZcuyXxzK3QwdFeHX-bvC9y3BvpqzZyk3uAtGL1g38RQpEhU0cYhKGC92fJJGsrQBA2fN4b3OvI8AA6To0KJkOXzE14N534AeBS-xkFA618gYRjRgQnAjQsMprCyj4xXn9dUcyWWzqImH4ptgVp4BE78bgfiEt5kEw/s2048/20230728-IMG_4473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1365" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBqyEfJdaNE0wUnPw8_kDyfojKbhZcuyXxzK3QwdFeHX-bvC9y3BvpqzZyk3uAtGL1g38RQpEhU0cYhKGC92fJJGsrQBA2fN4b3OvI8AA6To0KJkOXzE14N534AeBS-xkFA618gYRjRgQnAjQsMprCyj4xXn9dUcyWWzqImH4ptgVp4BE78bgfiEt5kEw/s320/20230728-IMG_4473.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Yukon</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUc7OcYeNh6_NbarPTQyL3bUjm_bmP5aStqCvRxbaGdl6BYZCPjUH1NxgiesOXEJDTJIQP5oRL64gv8DDl9Vau7NVkAqSb8XFEXKcmHhYrlkPhOEC3aEzmuRTdCltexR6SbAJGSQYd7UTYqKTP0nJ-YS-IMzbq2Qv2034QHbRXlL3NP5yJWEYkiSFekRE/s2048/20220906-IMG_0970.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUc7OcYeNh6_NbarPTQyL3bUjm_bmP5aStqCvRxbaGdl6BYZCPjUH1NxgiesOXEJDTJIQP5oRL64gv8DDl9Vau7NVkAqSb8XFEXKcmHhYrlkPhOEC3aEzmuRTdCltexR6SbAJGSQYd7UTYqKTP0nJ-YS-IMzbq2Qv2034QHbRXlL3NP5yJWEYkiSFekRE/s320/20220906-IMG_0970.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Film (old)</div><div>While it snowed the other day, it wasn't this much. But it could have been.</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUEPdYZ_Xj9_PwNVqtlb4d92pWNFEpgst86wDH4aYZ2Bj34qryxDRq-rdthBN-HEucN1saIp8Aq7EEZR8aiHJo9TcgY7Uaho6FV1-oSpfFzbUhgZ9C4Ttbo_gN6h4-hKthWya5qpQWQ4BUcmVCTQ3HuSOksHwF_mtulWPAjpajVl42xByEwf0Tzq5uHc/s2048/20230129-IMG_3859.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUEPdYZ_Xj9_PwNVqtlb4d92pWNFEpgst86wDH4aYZ2Bj34qryxDRq-rdthBN-HEucN1saIp8Aq7EEZR8aiHJo9TcgY7Uaho6FV1-oSpfFzbUhgZ9C4Ttbo_gN6h4-hKthWya5qpQWQ4BUcmVCTQ3HuSOksHwF_mtulWPAjpajVl42xByEwf0Tzq5uHc/s320/20230129-IMG_3859.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div></div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-35526722672168948102024-01-02T10:35:00.002-07:002024-01-02T10:45:02.363-07:002023 Image of the Year<div style="text-align: left;">It's December 30 as I start writing this, down to a short list of 5 images from 2023. That was surprisingly easy. It's going to be difficult to get down to the final three, and I haven't even begun to think about their order. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">To backtrack a bit, I actually ended up with 14 images with 5 stars this year, although there's two versions of one photo, for book related reasons. Similar to previous years, I could tell a story about any of these.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcpLFC5lsXA8-uuGV6e3lTDAbKd10L7fhsQk-pcLByXbeoRjb4tvZuiK92Mt-RcXD7DiHIUi9IMHswLzxg9HpzgNTO9OiwiKlKdkMzSATt-KVxN7e_rlfTeP7CVed8JaQw3sl2tixU4Zhyphenhyphenk1luI_M6llrrZhZH9sUO-LIBw-7xL5GjOW3v2fSICvwwrng/s2840/2023%205%20star.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1668" data-original-width="2840" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcpLFC5lsXA8-uuGV6e3lTDAbKd10L7fhsQk-pcLByXbeoRjb4tvZuiK92Mt-RcXD7DiHIUi9IMHswLzxg9HpzgNTO9OiwiKlKdkMzSATt-KVxN7e_rlfTeP7CVed8JaQw3sl2tixU4Zhyphenhyphenk1luI_M6llrrZhZH9sUO-LIBw-7xL5GjOW3v2fSICvwwrng/s320/2023%205%20star.png" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I've decided not to get into the stats of how many photos taken, how many edited and such like. I'm coming to realize editing is more about choosing which photos to show people, than about manipulating an image. It doesn't really matter how many raw photos I took. <br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My photography has typically been about generating more images. I was out with a camera regularly, seeing new things I wanted to photograph. The decision was which lens or lenses to take with me. Now there's three quite different cameras to choose from, which makes the selection even more difficult. I'm tending to take one of the film cameras for my rambles as I look for interesting images. I'm mostly trying to get away from the blah 'there I was and this is what I saw' kind of images, or at least make such a thing look interesting.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There were two somewhat related goals for 2023. One was to work on making better images. Even for the races and community events I'm trying to get better images of the people involved. Images that tell a story or capture a moment, not just documentary. I take a digital camera to the events, mainly because the organizers want to see the images quickly. The other version of better images revolves around learning about film, trying to find images that play to the strengths of film.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The other has been to choose images for books, and towards the end of the year, start to think about making images for books. Like I've done an Image of the Year, I'm thinking about doing a book of the year. That would be 7 books now, counting 2016 and 2017 as one year, if I were to begin at the beginning and go forward. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As it turns out, for me at least, images for books are quite different than images for a blog. I've got one more book project on the go for a client, and then I can start to think about the year books. I'd like to build them in my head so there's a consistency from one year to the next.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So noodling about criteria. I've talked in previous blogs about what makes an image "the best." It's easy to go back through previous IofY posts so I won't put links here. Yes there are flukes or luck, and I'll cheerfully admit I was fortunate to have my camera in hand with the right lens, already pointing at the garden when the humming bird showed up for about 10 seconds. We see lots of other birds, especially since Linda has been putting out a food bell on the front patio lattice. That attracts lots of small birds, no idea what they are. I'm not good at birds, for all that two bird images show up in the finals.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The others are all a matter of choices deciding where to point the camera and figuring out the settings for the image I want. That includes the barn owl photo. I saw it flying towards the barn, tracked it in, changed settings on the fly for the dark interior and kept clicking. The two long exposure film photos of waterfalls had me thinking about where to set the tripod, carefully measuring the light, and setting up the camera. The sunrise mountain photo was mainly a matter of waiting as more and more of the mountain was exposed to the rising sun. At some point I realized that the neon hotel sign could be part of the composition and I moved to include it. The hard part was getting the exposure right so there was just a hint of the hotel. I'll see that image in print in a few days, and I can't wait to see how it turns out.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">One of the questions I ask myself when thinking about which of my images is good and why, is 'Is this image of something, or about the idea of something?' Or as Sean might ask, "Does it have heart?"</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here's the 5 I got down to. All of these made the image of the month podium, which isn't really a surprise. I knew as I was doing the photos that the potential was there, and as soon as I saw the images for the first time I knew they'd be in the running for IotM, and probably for IofY. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs2te5eG-MyKWnyR4rao1fEv9GWklCIxvA8G_q-BsdqNoIEVq8dVr0Rd_Zso4mTjaF8z5oNHU9S7kufF-8b50GjYxrUtZhvscqNyWszcyqY1J3xWClV9nw0tePazAD8gqOa2XM9jci5GejE3rIUit32sAl1NnQy5rK_mjy7hMnXXDowQFfmfnJuJkAUvE/s2048/2023final5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1181" data-original-width="2048" height="185" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs2te5eG-MyKWnyR4rao1fEv9GWklCIxvA8G_q-BsdqNoIEVq8dVr0Rd_Zso4mTjaF8z5oNHU9S7kufF-8b50GjYxrUtZhvscqNyWszcyqY1J3xWClV9nw0tePazAD8gqOa2XM9jci5GejE3rIUit32sAl1NnQy5rK_mjy7hMnXXDowQFfmfnJuJkAUvE/s320/2023final5.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">In a way, I guess, even though I'm not saying it, the other two are like an honourable mention. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">2nd Runner Up</div><div style="text-align: left;">I talked about this one <a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2023/12/a-winter-walk.html" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2023/12/november-image-of-month.html" target="_blank">here</a>. I have to thank whoever made those footprints. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizqcdeyHzX04EQ9_WrSRhhCbr0bFuAJHF85cZI9BlsZuivC_xManeM3gYgK990g7s8FuoHjw26Igbe_HyW-nTasCi0t6H6QsafEm40czCN7l8ooUvBqNbFgzhE3i3uuZcHlJDdJXs4JmQw1UosEMuMHrnPXCj5ocYZraJcDiboDZJH22dfyNngcxvT5IY/s2048/20231130-IMG_4670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizqcdeyHzX04EQ9_WrSRhhCbr0bFuAJHF85cZI9BlsZuivC_xManeM3gYgK990g7s8FuoHjw26Igbe_HyW-nTasCi0t6H6QsafEm40czCN7l8ooUvBqNbFgzhE3i3uuZcHlJDdJXs4JmQw1UosEMuMHrnPXCj5ocYZraJcDiboDZJH22dfyNngcxvT5IY/s320/20231130-IMG_4670.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">1st Runner up</div><div style="text-align: left;">It should be no surprise to find I'm fascinated by water flowing over rocks, and trying to resolve the differences between what our eyes see, and what the camera sees. I'd put my camera bag on top of the waist high rock with the idea of using it as a stable place for long exposures. The rock at the bottom of the photo is the next rock over. I ended up climbing on the rock to keep my feet dry, with barely enough space for me and camera gear. I was happily settled in working different compositions and exposure settings when I realized the top of the rock was periodically under water and the tide was coming in. The rocks I had walked on to get here with dry feet were now under water. It was worth getting wet feet. I talked a lot about getting this image <a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2023/03/more-long-exposure.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbhJ-13Nld8W0LaoPgGc2cp-Jmxnz31sDpGIohxz34vyxmvoA3N2w4xn8XFl1G4QKhiJUo0fbsJzhPZXdxnIjpoyiHSpuUwcpH8MiJHyb9AlUkdGDW1bEmdCFXKX3GZ9mIvw9wc35IRqfHulzQErDdChMEFVl3YPVv1kgQ4OWaNhKHxgBDKlpn0peQ4so/s2048/20230210-IMG_5274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbhJ-13Nld8W0LaoPgGc2cp-Jmxnz31sDpGIohxz34vyxmvoA3N2w4xn8XFl1G4QKhiJUo0fbsJzhPZXdxnIjpoyiHSpuUwcpH8MiJHyb9AlUkdGDW1bEmdCFXKX3GZ9mIvw9wc35IRqfHulzQErDdChMEFVl3YPVv1kgQ4OWaNhKHxgBDKlpn0peQ4so/s320/20230210-IMG_5274.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Image of 2023</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sean and I were exploring upstream of Elbow Falls to avoid the crowds. I found this little waterfall and spent a long time working the composition by hunching over to squint into the rangefinder to find focus and figure out the settings. This is part of the fun challenge of film, to get everything right before the shutter button is pressed. At the time I wanted to see how the foamy glacier blue water would show up on the Kodak Gold 200 film. I knew I wanted the water colours and shadows to softly blend together and contrast the hard texture of the rocks. There's a bit more about this image <a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2023/05/april-image-of-month-all-new.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNWRFOLueEcB9ssUgj0b4JqNax94Bik9-ybFjO8U3gXyKIOKJkTzeu-0stkTH9xyY982JS2hi_rpGQ7p_IdRkKO60D85SS10GAqNYv4zmPUkFHAgFup9AnTUwjmoSt-EwFMZ26vuYGJfZNnjB7c9ShUILVYYrHiIOWDwMjUMLfjld4wClk_sIuI3y0xHo/s2048/20230420-IMG_4217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1393" data-original-width="2048" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNWRFOLueEcB9ssUgj0b4JqNax94Bik9-ybFjO8U3gXyKIOKJkTzeu-0stkTH9xyY982JS2hi_rpGQ7p_IdRkKO60D85SS10GAqNYv4zmPUkFHAgFup9AnTUwjmoSt-EwFMZ26vuYGJfZNnjB7c9ShUILVYYrHiIOWDwMjUMLfjld4wClk_sIuI3y0xHo/s320/20230420-IMG_4217.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Lastly, a plug for the blog. If you want to follow along to see what I get up to next, ask to get on my blog notification list. I won't use it for anything else. Leave your email in a comment here (use Chrome) or send an email to keith@nucleus.com. People on that list sometimes get little extras.</div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-83023231365834109182024-01-01T09:06:00.000-07:002024-01-01T09:06:46.427-07:00December Image of the Month<div style="text-align: left;">Here we are in 2024. But let's put the photographic 2023 to bed first. Yes, I'm actively dithering about 2023 Image of the Year. I'm down to 5.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Other than a race and a community event, December was a pretty quiet photo month for me. I've spent quite a bit of time looking at existing photos, thinking about books, and starting to think about image of the year.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">2nd Runner Up</div><div style="text-align: left;">Light trails are normally all about the colour; the splashy red of brake lights, and if you're lucky the flashing lights of an emergency vehicle. I had a few frames left to finish a roll of Acros II 35mm film. This is an interesting situation for film photographers. We simultaneously want to finish the roll so we can see that one photo earlier in the roll, and yet we don't want to waste the film with nothing photos.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Fog or mist is one way of changing the look of a photo. I hadn't had a chance to see how that looks on film, so when I saw a foggy morning I left my coffee and grabbed the camera. I had no idea how light trails would look on black and white film, and the passing vehicles were the obvious subject. I saw the bus coming, but the driver taunted me by stopping for a coffee at the 7-11. I'm really pleased at the subtle tones between light and shadow.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGJ73ZlIN74bQdwQnUC5KdVz_ZbI410GpRgQ8spKRDwI2TUC4xaRAwTftPebLXtS-KgQ65rjfg3M8C_xzr-MmaWBbf0xpZFfZ-ZILqHefg24VDn6BmRufkw3CvqqHRUnP3y3-DJ3LrZJ8L79qpHf5aspXxU7ami_BDGTNXiwxWbV0qdnLXHEY8BtVbeM0/s2048/20231221-IMG_4881.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGJ73ZlIN74bQdwQnUC5KdVz_ZbI410GpRgQ8spKRDwI2TUC4xaRAwTftPebLXtS-KgQ65rjfg3M8C_xzr-MmaWBbf0xpZFfZ-ZILqHefg24VDn6BmRufkw3CvqqHRUnP3y3-DJ3LrZJ8L79qpHf5aspXxU7ami_BDGTNXiwxWbV0qdnLXHEY8BtVbeM0/s320/20231221-IMG_4881.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">1st Runner Up</div><div style="text-align: left;">A walk in Fish Creek at Mallard Point. The light was nice, and something about this composition just grabbed me. Film is FP4+.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD91zgaPC7uFqphBaGWSmpAw7ASd4J1twcgq-Ml9fXgeKUtSTemMooyebRoBnDi2eZf-gSmgYxUzwS65Lw7MhYygmwH8jkmFFbvBaxVTvkwo0ZlCPuMGTw93EuPnhcA0V6SCeCwkNUQUeC0rtnksA95WV0CSJ1nKj0Dmmlh5Pf8J5YnnLZA8WHzhvVWUs/s2048/20231221-IMG_4889.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD91zgaPC7uFqphBaGWSmpAw7ASd4J1twcgq-Ml9fXgeKUtSTemMooyebRoBnDi2eZf-gSmgYxUzwS65Lw7MhYygmwH8jkmFFbvBaxVTvkwo0ZlCPuMGTw93EuPnhcA0V6SCeCwkNUQUeC0rtnksA95WV0CSJ1nKj0Dmmlh5Pf8J5YnnLZA8WHzhvVWUs/s320/20231221-IMG_4889.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Image of the Month</div><div style="text-align: left;">Linda needed a photo to go with a presentation she was making to her Master Gardener buddies. The light was a bit harsh and I didn't want her looking into the sun. If I'd had an assistant I'd have used the shade thingie to soften the light. Still it was a fun exercise in doing a quick portrait.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpSh87kUTnCOCb8Qd41hcO-FiVHdonwjektqamM9ib7iJKx4DpSF4p7C2fEmjUnoK5evA2Siz2uiBdYho14voLOyXJoJvGBC796BBU-3UZ5v_QsmlqUNpgPo8AS4j7Hubv7Vy8dFC3Vh_hrv9lZbbtJHHAqE4U58rfEMrsJXV78mEzKsoLrP3EhIz59oc/s2048/20231212-IMG_9015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1638" data-original-width="2048" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpSh87kUTnCOCb8Qd41hcO-FiVHdonwjektqamM9ib7iJKx4DpSF4p7C2fEmjUnoK5evA2Siz2uiBdYho14voLOyXJoJvGBC796BBU-3UZ5v_QsmlqUNpgPo8AS4j7Hubv7Vy8dFC3Vh_hrv9lZbbtJHHAqE4U58rfEMrsJXV78mEzKsoLrP3EhIz59oc/s320/20231212-IMG_9015.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-26955887476131070562023-12-28T10:42:00.001-07:002023-12-28T10:42:36.154-07:00Maybe the last post of the year?<div style="text-align: left;">I think this is the last blog post of the year, but one never knows these things in advance. Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up with a rant boiling out of me. As I write this I've got two draft posts started, December IotM, and the 2023 IotY. Yes, the dithering has started.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Both of those are looking back sort of posts. This one might be that as well, looking at the 2023 that disappeared in a blur. The project that started the year was digitizing the many negatives that had been living in a box in the basement. You know. The envelop of prints from Blacks with the negatives tucked in the flap. You've probably got one as well. The prints probably scattered to albums and frames. Like the one ad says, a surprise in every handful.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was surprised that I couldn't reliably date most of them. But it was fun going through, looking at the prints and negatives. Surprisingly often the two things bore no relationship to each other because they had been shuffled around. I suppose if I was really on the ball, or we were famous and I was doing it for a biographer, or we had kids that cared about what their adults were up to in the 'pre-crustacean era' as a the kid of a friend of ours puts it, I'd organize the prints and negatives sequentially, name the people, and add the date. Do not hold your breath waiting for that.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The biggest surprise was discovering a trove of negatives from the late 1940's to early 1960's time frame. I wrote about that <a href="https://keithcartmellphotography.blogspot.com/2023/01/a-photographic-discovery.html" target="_blank">here</a>. I've been gradually publishing our old photos in the Of the Day section of my blog. Several of my readers have been amused/interested at seeing photos of our younger selves.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The biggest project has been the books. Since the summary <a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2023/12/my-2023-books-or-self-indulgence-writ.html" target="_blank">here</a>, I've sent another book off to the printer. That one isn't for me, it's a commission. My client gave me an extravagant budget, and a really clear description of what they wanted. They supplied several photos to be included, that gave me a sense of the light they were looking for. It was fun going through my photos and thinking about them from another person's perspective. There were any number of photos that both of us think are "good" photos, but they didn't fit the criteria of the light. If Blurb is to be believed, and they've been right on so far, I'll have it Jan 9.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">This was a big year for trips and photo events! They include:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Any number of rambles in various places around Calgary alone or with various friends, carrying various cameras. I could go through Lightroom and develop a detailed list of where and with who, but I'm not going to.</li><li>Vancouver Island in February. We stayed near Sooke, and had a wonderful time exploring the coastline up to Port Renfrew. We have several friends that live in the Comox area, and thought about visiting, but sorry guys, it was a long drive. We'd rather come out and stay in Comox, and get a much better visit in. </li><li>Mid June day trip out to the Lake Louise area. </li><li>Sean and I did two separate day trips exploring the Sheep and Elbow Rivers. </li><li>There was a mid July road trip SE of Calgary that turned into a bit of a steam train chase that was lots of fun. </li><li>A September trip to Dinosaur Provincial park. </li><li>A late September trip to Ontario to visit Linda's family and for me to see a cousin in Montreal. (Hi SC!) </li><li>An October trip to Jasper spread over several days and nights.</li><li>A paid corporate photo session that was lots of fun for all involved.</li><li>Several races for Rose and Richelle.</li><li>Many events for the Community Association. </li></ul></div><div style="text-align: left;">There's photos from most of those published on my blogs, and the dates give you some clues for the blog roll, if you really want to see them and somehow missed them along the way. All that added up to just under 20,000 photos so far this year. I don't know if I'll be out enough over the next few days to tick over the counter, but it's not important. I'd rather get a few really good photos, than some arbitrary number of poor ones.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Linda also had any number of projects this year; always on the go with something. This is a happy photo of her that she sent into her Master Gardener's Association. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLI7JAEQwkTZQTycGd9EtMblNLJQlm8CE3D1THhXPzzew7_d9fVirVcug8kOv9-Tbe1CDd2H1oqOtgvQkcVVMT6c5ya3GS4C00BL3ojF7_6P2_536gfm0ubItfSqJ_BVSu2fdBK5bPf4K0x2NASNq0m1Mh5gpLzhMMPA4n36NVSJg0SCWYUVWFIWCqK6c/s2048/20231212-IMG_8991.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1638" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLI7JAEQwkTZQTycGd9EtMblNLJQlm8CE3D1THhXPzzew7_d9fVirVcug8kOv9-Tbe1CDd2H1oqOtgvQkcVVMT6c5ya3GS4C00BL3ojF7_6P2_536gfm0ubItfSqJ_BVSu2fdBK5bPf4K0x2NASNq0m1Mh5gpLzhMMPA4n36NVSJg0SCWYUVWFIWCqK6c/s320/20231212-IMG_8991.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Of the Day</div><div>Driftwood (NZ)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuUerhPPDpYyH2pm7byLUJSXPuY5o9_5F1lNpJP6R0ogXYsqq9zYbNnzFKoVPZVVvbh_jdUh7Mz2YOBAE0UIFbK6m_liXDeJManwWrzjmJQc2qXHmTel_5FnsO4vjPh-ZbJLlIFZnnSsGRQ2nYWHPzXanjB18Y-yjpdgyGdb0NyXPmtw6LEyU6ucuVo6A/s2048/20200309-IMG_9240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuUerhPPDpYyH2pm7byLUJSXPuY5o9_5F1lNpJP6R0ogXYsqq9zYbNnzFKoVPZVVvbh_jdUh7Mz2YOBAE0UIFbK6m_liXDeJManwWrzjmJQc2qXHmTel_5FnsO4vjPh-ZbJLlIFZnnSsGRQ2nYWHPzXanjB18Y-yjpdgyGdb0NyXPmtw6LEyU6ucuVo6A/s320/20200309-IMG_9240.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Driftwood (BC)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWI4zQqx_b2n-blZ8E2rQ6tks228IUGB9IRZ4uhCghnDfcHB_OKVSTNI3mhMfp8taK3E4DNgw3mn1D9Iv2KDJLYgXswir4GjUJAHpQXKm-6A3V8XiXitW84Wasxx1n9gDd4h1trHePEh6irYmt4f82I6FsVn1zpcnJfKvzc-CQit2cM99tCpy6c-1gydE/s2048/20230210-IMG_5232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWI4zQqx_b2n-blZ8E2rQ6tks228IUGB9IRZ4uhCghnDfcHB_OKVSTNI3mhMfp8taK3E4DNgw3mn1D9Iv2KDJLYgXswir4GjUJAHpQXKm-6A3V8XiXitW84Wasxx1n9gDd4h1trHePEh6irYmt4f82I6FsVn1zpcnJfKvzc-CQit2cM99tCpy6c-1gydE/s320/20230210-IMG_5232.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Flower and Film (new)</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnBHUYjrfP9_SVtu8Jg_1PR73T_PEnnuITZAvvqsgFsIZU4USZLpMUMmyYXh5lj945VPmgaPb7RTmUzwKyffAq6NSY0ojRL2YpqnT6oEUFoDWzjtvjwHEToSrB-ewGrq8ZeJu0qkakNuqjWWHhdoTh4i_okyP7E_qhgXTpGOxZ_24muZ-Z-X2cCfJaY4E/s2048/20230728-IMG_4453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnBHUYjrfP9_SVtu8Jg_1PR73T_PEnnuITZAvvqsgFsIZU4USZLpMUMmyYXh5lj945VPmgaPb7RTmUzwKyffAq6NSY0ojRL2YpqnT6oEUFoDWzjtvjwHEToSrB-ewGrq8ZeJu0qkakNuqjWWHhdoTh4i_okyP7E_qhgXTpGOxZ_24muZ-Z-X2cCfJaY4E/s320/20230728-IMG_4453.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div>Plus a serendipity Yukon from 2017.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLutzXY660tJT5GvP0j2cJabnuvTz1MhbH08rAmw0K-_RWH3Exk5EJ0IG-7uyAq3MX-smU5PgHbl2XIhV47tsKgvh3sJPAufyE6HpcGGDKSuB3GLu1tX6WgTEnCJ9czuCgVZm65L0lBzBEuaTdFbhb-1jiNWbPriqUaBrn9MUJfIZNxqrLiowGQbaoHZM/s2048/20170912-20170912-IMG_4453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLutzXY660tJT5GvP0j2cJabnuvTz1MhbH08rAmw0K-_RWH3Exk5EJ0IG-7uyAq3MX-smU5PgHbl2XIhV47tsKgvh3sJPAufyE6HpcGGDKSuB3GLu1tX6WgTEnCJ9czuCgVZm65L0lBzBEuaTdFbhb-1jiNWbPriqUaBrn9MUJfIZNxqrLiowGQbaoHZM/s320/20170912-20170912-IMG_4453.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Film (old)</div><div>More of the construction of the front flower bed. I don't know what the orange line is.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzBw0Gu3SjUW_OeTgFnPJkXTYjHodooJpwB4E1xzAdQSdPeQeG9cdSokoVqw4b9gG6yHRAVUYMquU7VWlqD1f94PNCH_eG22rsnMK7PQhr6qCxexlHwNTemSlrKOx4isYIoPTadB6jkrC4NqwZ9UpqIUSCWVacPfu6H_3zf437UKGkL_g6Xt-oOfYUIE/s2048/20230203-IMG_4023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzBw0Gu3SjUW_OeTgFnPJkXTYjHodooJpwB4E1xzAdQSdPeQeG9cdSokoVqw4b9gG6yHRAVUYMquU7VWlqD1f94PNCH_eG22rsnMK7PQhr6qCxexlHwNTemSlrKOx4isYIoPTadB6jkrC4NqwZ9UpqIUSCWVacPfu6H_3zf437UKGkL_g6Xt-oOfYUIE/s320/20230203-IMG_4023.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div>A serendipity from 2017 of downtown reflected in the Elbow River.</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK4jYYEof0O2Tr4xZpOVcGkj4ND3oi8xXwuDwpAEaG_Q7B2HIccWYSBvyQsqMbP_gRVnq2kiDFta5Kd8FZv7kFMoe19qlvNoqRfQRgYPkSmzMexR5oKMLRxxdWKlV_SI1ioBc1aDvw1Zx7vvSLh_hFH1VbIgBjYauGgjV6jGW55VQIGPilHq1plU6-I6I/s2048/20170217-IMG_4023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK4jYYEof0O2Tr4xZpOVcGkj4ND3oi8xXwuDwpAEaG_Q7B2HIccWYSBvyQsqMbP_gRVnq2kiDFta5Kd8FZv7kFMoe19qlvNoqRfQRgYPkSmzMexR5oKMLRxxdWKlV_SI1ioBc1aDvw1Zx7vvSLh_hFH1VbIgBjYauGgjV6jGW55VQIGPilHq1plU6-I6I/s320/20170217-IMG_4023.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Another serendipity of the sky. No idea why I took this photo.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy-vg_KL6uPfds8EFo2-ziUAwcQNykqD4axPdxFK-yTebeqIWApsqV0SxGIKnXMlJQwHugZ1gE9s0jMra15dZdo0hbhiddFNsQH1PGq9pRP_4gwQcx4I9SjbSZOwnWKLQP8cKM1J84il1sU4WP1NyXNbl09wCoROA9OuKkbwdPOVBMpHTalIe8R115b04/s2048/20230716-IMG_4023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy-vg_KL6uPfds8EFo2-ziUAwcQNykqD4axPdxFK-yTebeqIWApsqV0SxGIKnXMlJQwHugZ1gE9s0jMra15dZdo0hbhiddFNsQH1PGq9pRP_4gwQcx4I9SjbSZOwnWKLQP8cKM1J84il1sU4WP1NyXNbl09wCoROA9OuKkbwdPOVBMpHTalIe8R115b04/s320/20230716-IMG_4023.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-53421525150049456782023-12-22T09:21:00.002-07:002023-12-22T09:21:39.389-07:00No, I'm not ready<div style="text-align: left;">I'm never ready for Christmas. It always sneaks up on me and takes me by surprise. And yet it's the 22nd as I write this. We've had a really mild winter, barely worthy of the name. The ice rink crew worked really hard to get the pleasure rink in for the Skate with Santa event the community association puts on. (Those photos are over in the <a href="https://keithcartmellphotography.blogspot.com/p/woodcreek-comm-assoc.html" target="_blank">photoblog</a> if you're interested.) But it's well above zero during the day lately, and today is forecast to be double digits. The odds of a white Christmas seem really small. Yes, I barbecued yesterday, and might again today. I didn't even have to wear a jacket.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So if it's Christmas, that means the year is almost done. I'm having a hard time processing that. Maybe it's because I'm enjoying life that it seems to be going by so quickly. What with community association activities, photography, some travel, a semblance of a social life, and regular day to day activities, the days zoom by.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The latest project is two book commissions. I'd known about one of them as a possibility for a while, but we recently nailed down the specifics. The client is providing some images, and I'll be providing a selection of Alberta landscapes. I'm building that one in my head as I write this.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then there was a surprise commission. It took a few days to build it in my head, but then the images went together quite quickly to come up with a first draft. The client is reviewing over the weekend, and I'll add or subtract images, tune the groups and sequences as indicated, and make a pass through doing the fussy step of making sure all the photos are aligned with each other. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The selection process for image of 2023 has started. There are 148 images that have 4 or 5 stars, and I'm thinking a few of those ratings will change. There's about 2200 photos with 3 stars to review, meaning I edited them, out of about 19000 photos taken this year. Of course, some of those are photos of old negatives, but I've decided they still count and a few of them are in the running for image of the year.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Maybe what I'll do over next week or two is share some of the 4 and 5 star photos that haven't been blogged for whatever reason, and are probably not in the running for the podium. Sort of an honourable mention, if you will. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So this one is one of my all time favourite photos of Linda. It's from our film point and shoot camera days, so probably late 80's. This is also the Film (old) Of the Day image.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjE9vAo3ebgzXkKaGXQH02OY5dmxbOS1AKUpGAPEhNbKCYobZqjIv-oga3U7fIYTFJdhSGHpqLCBNKJHxWgtZnhg9oYS1Y3JI-dHkjIie837Q9VkVZx3W21ry1VJY2xgdaftjFfMXAu_ECOn-R5sGi6oVQ6RmAVpBh6FbpFJX7uaqOSB6Uef0Lkzk40po/s2048/20230307-IMG_4121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjE9vAo3ebgzXkKaGXQH02OY5dmxbOS1AKUpGAPEhNbKCYobZqjIv-oga3U7fIYTFJdhSGHpqLCBNKJHxWgtZnhg9oYS1Y3JI-dHkjIie837Q9VkVZx3W21ry1VJY2xgdaftjFfMXAu_ECOn-R5sGi6oVQ6RmAVpBh6FbpFJX7uaqOSB6Uef0Lkzk40po/s320/20230307-IMG_4121.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">And a couple tranquil sunrise over the St. Lawrence from the deck at Linda's sister's place, as I waited for ships to emerge from the mist.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwV0i8Lp1KEd0muqYHPCJtQ45QYmZxOSDkoiyou6u5bct21eo_t7Lay-zoUXTMgVrQlbKyL8XXwLBdlO4r22QHI0w6hLU4gZOp8nKfuOaJyqgsBfhObcaNW5ZDPcDYEIPjNFudwWElIesllsIU4zb2anfv8__FSOBwFiWtKYEbqS62RRHvnKiIhQmFe1A/s320/20230927-IMG_6795.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Of the Day</div><div>Driftwood (NZ)</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ70C8MRYE8e_cKUbMwKSpfCLDcd9zq33FlTE1DOyebdvpgwQVSe5t7puBs1pP32Wd4b5cErDzhcJr5zdBbJukCghMttUex7xZVbmek4yLldYy2BugimG6rcEM5xm8C4XZa8-R2LobWc7qprdR0Jvzer8R0Liv_pBUorAAe_PseNBiuHxSocZn7oAQsyQ/s2048/20200310-IMG_9574.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ70C8MRYE8e_cKUbMwKSpfCLDcd9zq33FlTE1DOyebdvpgwQVSe5t7puBs1pP32Wd4b5cErDzhcJr5zdBbJukCghMttUex7xZVbmek4yLldYy2BugimG6rcEM5xm8C4XZa8-R2LobWc7qprdR0Jvzer8R0Liv_pBUorAAe_PseNBiuHxSocZn7oAQsyQ/s320/20200310-IMG_9574.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div>and a downtown night ramble from 2016.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJDkv8u6vEU7838g4pbAWJaWX8-_dtUcCLP6vtoHHx0xUk180OpzIQcVmpc3C6HdJmh-pHqdJtQ76-LJKLRWiGjDHnlTFZVII-KaWXvWBastU905oYoHLztudLm7Kkybz8rHONBbTpZc0XcPx83tImRJUgYLO-PKUKjiPa8NK8tzVfwm9EGv-D4gegq4/s320/20230210-IMG_5228.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Flower and Film (new)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEuBYmzgiGO6z6cL0Fp2y_zyq4V5vuOvfnw35YeHUFonbWEalsNXZJ28mW278Rka_vcPeYksSdeKFSYVCu2edKuOrcmiDVPI76eL7JLfV2ZFntqA9pYIf5e1F_fLmT4w6O7sgN4bLWA2740UGWo-rmnk8zg_4nfgpswIVy4Xd8lzaU9EYoeYlKt3ZIN8/s2048/20230728-IMG_4472.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAEuBYmzgiGO6z6cL0Fp2y_zyq4V5vuOvfnw35YeHUFonbWEalsNXZJ28mW278Rka_vcPeYksSdeKFSYVCu2edKuOrcmiDVPI76eL7JLfV2ZFntqA9pYIf5e1F_fLmT4w6O7sgN4bLWA2740UGWo-rmnk8zg_4nfgpswIVy4Xd8lzaU9EYoeYlKt3ZIN8/s320/20230728-IMG_4472.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Yukon</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu8H56U0hPRDhpfv5a1LoCwjvS1V69_8bnnIiepVSOp9QoJ69c93vHwSOX7SWDMVmMT9WUP3IGZ2EdifSnbGCWkB7IaAgmoRTVIlnwqJJimXTKWe2F1BBHrn3Qi_odlliDBustq2fUfgh_RcjVrhs0FcmgT8YJ-BwQ4UcyGubm8RdocEsTrL05FJuwYYM/s2048/20220905-IMG_0760.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu8H56U0hPRDhpfv5a1LoCwjvS1V69_8bnnIiepVSOp9QoJ69c93vHwSOX7SWDMVmMT9WUP3IGZ2EdifSnbGCWkB7IaAgmoRTVIlnwqJJimXTKWe2F1BBHrn3Qi_odlliDBustq2fUfgh_RcjVrhs0FcmgT8YJ-BwQ4UcyGubm8RdocEsTrL05FJuwYYM/s320/20220905-IMG_0760.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Plus a NZ driftwood serendipity that sort of reminds me of an octopus.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh5BKPhpr41UG-ZdSsG16yEiXQdmtfTaUiutvwq-PIlaT0LRreyZMdcsL7GbMAwAPTIJJIinnKLlei99y7TKrVzv1VW2nebdROn_oXfQD3ALC_BoXbyKStTl49uWrDLk4B_QeT3cjzwHjBxOcT7tBNSJkrmgr4q7cxIr8qBVMzav7Djv3_wloDlZhzD6c/s2048/20200320-IMG_0760.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh5BKPhpr41UG-ZdSsG16yEiXQdmtfTaUiutvwq-PIlaT0LRreyZMdcsL7GbMAwAPTIJJIinnKLlei99y7TKrVzv1VW2nebdROn_oXfQD3ALC_BoXbyKStTl49uWrDLk4B_QeT3cjzwHjBxOcT7tBNSJkrmgr4q7cxIr8qBVMzav7Djv3_wloDlZhzD6c/s320/20200320-IMG_0760.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-31230577409283305432023-12-13T15:44:00.000-07:002023-12-13T15:44:05.702-07:00My 2023 books, or self indulgence writ large<div style="text-align: left;">Mostly my photos exist digitally. If you're reading this, you've probably seen many hundreds, perhaps thousands of my photos in passing over the years. Except digitally isn't the best way to display photos. One needs complicated technology to see the photos at all, to say nothing of the problems of finding them. And that's before thinking about storage. Digital photos (data in general, really) live a precarious existence. A hard drive crash or a forgotten password, and they're gone. Yes, I know, backups, cloud technologies, blah blah blah.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I have a few of my photos printed and framed. No technology needed to see them, once you're inside our house. Those will last the remainder of my life, at least. If whoever is cleaning up after me likes them, they could live another generation or two on someone else's wall. The problem is that some of the photos want to exist bigger than a screen, and yearn to take up lots of wall space. That one panorama is 10 feet wide. We do have more wall space, but it is limited. And the bigger problem is money. The printing part is actually quite reasonable, but it's the framing and glass that makes me wince, big time.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">For a while I was thinking about getting one of those poster display things, and putting my prints in a sleeve of some kind. Some of you might remember flipping through them in a record store. But those take up space too, and the metal framework is ugly.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Or maybe decide on a maximum size for most prints, get them done, and put them in a box for storage. Except then looking at them is difficult.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Then I started thinking about books. Photo books in particular. Books have been around several hundred years in their current format (cover and sequential pages) and for thousands of years if you consider a scroll to be a book. Books need no technology to be be enjoyed. With a bit of care they can last hundreds of years. There are several books about 100 years old in our library, and even though they were printed on cheap paper that is yellowing, they are still perfectly readable. Whoever is going through our stuff after I'm gone is probably going to trash almost all the books, but a few might catch their eye. (Don't get me started on digital books/movies/songs and digital rights management!)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I've taken lots of photo books out of the library, and have bought a few. I could never get "a book deal" to have my work published in the traditional publishing industry. I'm not famous, and while I like to think my photography is pretty good, once I'm in the book market I'm competing against the very best photographers, some of whom are famous. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Vanity publishing where I buy a print run of books and try to sell them doesn't appeal to me even a little bit. I'd have better luck trying to give away the early 80's edition of the Encyclopedia Britannica that's living on our basement book shelves. (Anybody? I'll even deliver them anywhere in Calgary. I liked the sign in one used book store, "Don't even THINK about asking us if we take old encyclopedias!) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But then I started hearing about Blurb books, and how I could insert my photos directly from Lightroom into their book printing process, and get a book delivered for a reasonable price. I somehow stumbled on a video talking about the process of making a book through Blurb and was excited by how easy it looked. The technology actually is pretty easy. I tried the Book module in Lightroom but didn't like the interface. The Book Wright software from Blurb is free and much easier to work with. Other software packages work as well.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The hard part becomes deciding what goes in a book, in what order, with what text. I was paralyzed with indecision at first. Then the video guy said the magic words. Test book. Make the first book a test book, put in a variety of images, and a variety of text fonts in different sizes. Learn the software. Print something, and see how it looks. Scribble your learnings in the book itself. Nobody but you ever needs to see it. That takes all the pressure off. Have fun with it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's not expensive. That first one has some extra pages so I think it was about $30, plus shipping. That's not a big price to pay to find out what your photos look like in print. And yes, they really do look different in print compared to digital. Prices vary by the style of book, the size, the cover options, the kind of paper, and how many extra pages you want. The big layflat books sound expensive if I told you how much one is. How much is that, you ask? I don't expect to ever sell any, but I suppose if there was someone you loved a lot and you knew they'd be interested, it would make a really nice gift. But really, my consideration was the comparison to getting them printed and framed. Doing that could easily be 25 times the price of the book. Even just printing one of the bigger ones on really nice paper could be the price of the book.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But then, I'm not doing them with the idea of selling them. I do them for me and a small group of friends, though if you still wanted to buy one after recovering from fainting about the price, come talk to me. It might work out with a sale and you'd save a bit of money.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The first book I was thinking about was my "This is 50" project, and it's still a work in progress. But since those were portraits, I thought the first test book ought to be pictures of people, portraits or not. I chose the softcover 8x10 size with standard paper, and started playing. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The hardest part about the whole thing was coming to grips with the difference between the container size, and the photo size. If the photo is exported in the same aspect ratio as the container, life is good. Except many of mine are cropped to a variety of sizes for a variety of reasons and it's not a problem because they are viewed alone. That leads to problems in print, where images often are in groups, and are considered in relation to one another. This is a new world for me.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I like to be able to sleep on a book, then review and revise. This process can repeat a great many times if you let it. If a book is ready to go, then it's easy when a sale comes along. A final review then press the publish button. It's harder when you have several book ideas milling around, and then you find out there is a sale with a short window. That's stressful.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So here's the books done in 2023. I was thinking about one more, but couldn't quite come to grips with it, and rather than stress about it, decided to let it ferment for a while yet. After all, there will likely be another version of this for the 2024 books. Doing this is fun.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Clockwise from top left. </div><div style="text-align: left;">1- My first book, portraits of various people, various times, various events. Some posed, some not. I was thrilled when I unwrapped the book!</div><div style="text-align: left;">2- A book of digitized film photos from the late 80's to mid 90's featuring Linda's mom and family. I got a deal there, and printed enough for her sisters and aunts. One of the sisters broke down in tears looking through it. </div><div style="text-align: left;">3- A hard cover test book of Alberta landscapes for a private client. </div><div style="text-align: left;">4- A book of photos of Michelle in honour of our 10 year friend-aversary. I cannot say enough about what her patience and willingness to pose has done for me as a photographer.</div><div style="text-align: left;">5- A book of photos of Linda's family during an impromptu family reunion, at least one of which is still in transit.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4B_Guai2MR2haaRnss1Ncgjoz_XUw0zQ6JSUAyW5S0FOBDbxjSRJH8Gnui7OUc4DbRRUU_Qo0pJ8l5VfQOIMhtDQ7BTEJNEFMJsGpvjmVk29osN3Vys3rsUaz2W5oEuqiiFEpqA2fLChg1ugU4V0Ol-pX1TAVnue3Rmg_Z_frU54LvLeFJCUlgk-5LU/s2048/20231213-IMG_9017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1304" data-original-width="2048" height="204" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX4B_Guai2MR2haaRnss1Ncgjoz_XUw0zQ6JSUAyW5S0FOBDbxjSRJH8Gnui7OUc4DbRRUU_Qo0pJ8l5VfQOIMhtDQ7BTEJNEFMJsGpvjmVk29osN3Vys3rsUaz2W5oEuqiiFEpqA2fLChg1ugU4V0Ol-pX1TAVnue3Rmg_Z_frU54LvLeFJCUlgk-5LU/s320/20231213-IMG_9017.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The three big layflat books showing how thick they are.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsv-h9VQyqrbvG3ri4n82oAqpAK1I-xm0w_mEfvwPXiHiYHXWA8ZKw6rUsR4uGZbuHGpeVLYl_KwL4vTV5G2LkgHQc7YQvbF6Z3aYJ3Px8qcb5n9yAtWV_tJ-AxP2fniEr-IKWlOy69XR81SNmexVQzsZJmwro0hRU8Zpbjud36tOS57A_atdJknKVSTQ/s2048/20231213-IMG_9018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsv-h9VQyqrbvG3ri4n82oAqpAK1I-xm0w_mEfvwPXiHiYHXWA8ZKw6rUsR4uGZbuHGpeVLYl_KwL4vTV5G2LkgHQc7YQvbF6Z3aYJ3Px8qcb5n9yAtWV_tJ-AxP2fniEr-IKWlOy69XR81SNmexVQzsZJmwro0hRU8Zpbjud36tOS57A_atdJknKVSTQ/s320/20231213-IMG_9018.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>The first big layflat. I knew some of the photos wanted to be big, and I was channeling an old work buddy who's rule for life was 'go big or go home.' The question, "what is the narrative" or "what story are the photos telling" was easy in this case. I knew I wanted to open the book with the bridge at the start of the Dempster highway, and finish with the same bridge at the end of the trip. The middle was the Arctic Circle. This is the second edition because a person I consult professionally wanted to buy it for their waiting room. That copy, right then, emailed cash, please and thank you. I tweaked a thing I had noticed and got another for myself. I can't remember if my mom got the first or second edition. You can see the first 15 pages as a preview <a href="https://www.blurb.ca/books/11668687-memories-of-sunset-at-the-arctic-circle-2nd-ed" target="_blank">here</a>. </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL8IrmxLNPD3FI0DjqOzbkC83a4yZdo6LqGrFof-XNf26oRWOjripD4qYOS72xP16Tl9FUamQ4DUw-dDbuPvy3NqkpMmy1BOH44vXYE9_gkBOfm9WKbu488F-2VYa2tgBvIA1PWkIAvWkbcHEdeBZ-sivfIrldd7eNmMs2Igs8uMuon2VB8GboeGJGxl8/s2048/20231213-IMG_9020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1762" data-original-width="2048" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL8IrmxLNPD3FI0DjqOzbkC83a4yZdo6LqGrFof-XNf26oRWOjripD4qYOS72xP16Tl9FUamQ4DUw-dDbuPvy3NqkpMmy1BOH44vXYE9_gkBOfm9WKbu488F-2VYa2tgBvIA1PWkIAvWkbcHEdeBZ-sivfIrldd7eNmMs2Igs8uMuon2VB8GboeGJGxl8/s320/20231213-IMG_9020.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>There is no narrative here. Just beach photos for me to look at during winter here. If I had the opportunity, I'm pretty sure I could sell almost everything here, move to NZ and become a photo beach bum. I have sometimes wondered what would happen if I overstayed my visa, going from beach to beach, keeping a low profile. Bicycle from beach to beach, sleep in a ditch along the way. How long before they found me? Would they jail me or deport me? You can see the first 15 pages as a preview <a href="https://www.blurb.ca/books/11679260-memories-of-new-zealand" target="_blank">here</a>. </div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4shFvn8-rYHAnnY9d5UKGgBlG3yBhrnJIDpVRklT4OmSBsmYthMGtLQeQpXBcxQsROd1n0Lcj_LPE_tCS5hGlv-eny4Q0Up40fkZD83_8dN4qvxbcIQDHB2Oug8TJWCrvC2k72qrAfbUj-ImnN_mbMDXfSbzuM6n-e2MfB1CwiCdX4pEy3YCiGolIStY/s2048/20231213-IMG_9021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1764" data-original-width="2048" height="276" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4shFvn8-rYHAnnY9d5UKGgBlG3yBhrnJIDpVRklT4OmSBsmYthMGtLQeQpXBcxQsROd1n0Lcj_LPE_tCS5hGlv-eny4Q0Up40fkZD83_8dN4qvxbcIQDHB2Oug8TJWCrvC2k72qrAfbUj-ImnN_mbMDXfSbzuM6n-e2MfB1CwiCdX4pEy3YCiGolIStY/s320/20231213-IMG_9021.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I'd been musing about the next book, with several possibilities milling around in my brain. Then Blurb offered a huge discount, and I couldn't say no. I wanted to see more of the Yukon photos in print, so I splurged and put in lots of extra pages. By the time I finished the discount itself was $160! I'm told one reader was drooling as she looked over the photos. That makes me happy. I haven't set this one up for selling yet, so there is no preview. The only way to see it is visit me, or find my mom and sweet talk her into letting you look at her copy.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZDvO1ZHfgMiyVJxvRa1lhcDMnE5iKD7PSkxC3VU-U6tyko7nvRWohtWEwJEk5K2MOmdsWla0TzIZ3lwNVSh_XsTws-jdvRqdB2qmBKCgyhqjQdYpvZYU9zORtB6re0TDj0xksNQNoHQMnMn5rAlbsmM3N3qWss3uVO7K9iHUFRvPH2bUeoVdrbrYriKE/s2048/20231213-IMG_9022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1754" data-original-width="2048" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZDvO1ZHfgMiyVJxvRa1lhcDMnE5iKD7PSkxC3VU-U6tyko7nvRWohtWEwJEk5K2MOmdsWla0TzIZ3lwNVSh_XsTws-jdvRqdB2qmBKCgyhqjQdYpvZYU9zORtB6re0TDj0xksNQNoHQMnMn5rAlbsmM3N3qWss3uVO7K9iHUFRvPH2bUeoVdrbrYriKE/s320/20231213-IMG_9022.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I was thinking about another book for another year end sale. Sort of the top of the list was a book oriented to the film photos I've done in the last year or so. The problem of narrative is a big one for this. Is it a story of me learning to use film? Some of the first photos are dreadful. Plus, one of the things with photography is that it doesn't matter what brand of camera or lens was used to capture the image. Most people don't even notice if it was film or digital, and even fewer care. So is there any point of a book of film images just because they're film? Hmmmm.</div><div><br /></div>The bookshelf above my computer, from left to right. The magazines are the community association newsletters, starting March 2018 when I became their "official photographer." Most of the covers are my photos. It's sometimes handy to look back and see what I've done for previous covers for a particular month. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-YTYIPb8vR7Tqb94RGqpPLPCXDIS-y-5mB39U2-43mPuavG0eU6oGBuC9XdmLyCHfBzvsF6cnRpUsgtfUaaWV-uxRNFFLKveDBAW2whQTDFYUSPuKcpRNWyGT2fXe3cWzXjfJuWEdtuXo_i-lxF-GR36-pZWLaR4WmXjNKK0-dIEAYiwKWOAgWs_lYvU/s2048/20231213-IMG_9023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-YTYIPb8vR7Tqb94RGqpPLPCXDIS-y-5mB39U2-43mPuavG0eU6oGBuC9XdmLyCHfBzvsF6cnRpUsgtfUaaWV-uxRNFFLKveDBAW2whQTDFYUSPuKcpRNWyGT2fXe3cWzXjfJuWEdtuXo_i-lxF-GR36-pZWLaR4WmXjNKK0-dIEAYiwKWOAgWs_lYvU/s320/20231213-IMG_9023.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div>Next is the current photo notebook. I try to stay on top of the rambles with a camera, with varying success. The small books, then the big books in the lovely presentation box. The old photo notebook. The two calendar books we used to keep track of stuff in New Zealand. So if someone was desperate to know which beach a particular photo was from, I could probably tell them. Camera manuals. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then purchased commercial books, starting with macro technique ideas I want to try this winter. My buddy Neil Zeller's COVID portraits book, which is full of posing ideas, though it wasn't intended that way. Helmut Hirler's New Zealand book was the most expensive I'd bought till my own layflat books came along. Peter Turnley's COVID portraits. The one on top is unused, and I'm thinking about starting it for medium format film project photos in particular. There are ideas milling around in my head.</div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />Of the Day</div><div>Driftwood (NZ)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-rM206X3WJaB327SZb4aqiHp8mvueNv1-YSnRBUGNWH83c7VzkINJ_3L1wGckltQDciTZwavuLDcJoa_V8no8h9YvE2s0sm8d7wAumaNg6C04qB6ToEvcdmwZ_nXWOJPmXdz4Od6S_j34czvJvZxvjC2cuCE9rWfC3w_Eo5J841CHFxRT7fusjfRK8Q/s2048/20200309-IMG_9231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-rM206X3WJaB327SZb4aqiHp8mvueNv1-YSnRBUGNWH83c7VzkINJ_3L1wGckltQDciTZwavuLDcJoa_V8no8h9YvE2s0sm8d7wAumaNg6C04qB6ToEvcdmwZ_nXWOJPmXdz4Od6S_j34czvJvZxvjC2cuCE9rWfC3w_Eo5J841CHFxRT7fusjfRK8Q/s320/20200309-IMG_9231.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Driftwood (BC)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdqQL7lipCV-mNMsrShv2buc6wRPfnsovSvXtgZcBjamp-DZGXXD5z1YAxcZWQm_WbCCW29OH0ptsMvIvbvxJohnvGl3zbmUVuJYEFFob8Ku0HNRqgt3Hh0hN9VADFB2aUx3_Zoe5iaJ0nax_kKWWW1LMIP9d7CZvM5kq0kG7y4MpCrEAtGpGuta0OC6o/s2048/20230210-IMG_5226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdqQL7lipCV-mNMsrShv2buc6wRPfnsovSvXtgZcBjamp-DZGXXD5z1YAxcZWQm_WbCCW29OH0ptsMvIvbvxJohnvGl3zbmUVuJYEFFob8Ku0HNRqgt3Hh0hN9VADFB2aUx3_Zoe5iaJ0nax_kKWWW1LMIP9d7CZvM5kq0kG7y4MpCrEAtGpGuta0OC6o/s320/20230210-IMG_5226.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Flower and Film (new) (Kodak Gold 200. I'm not so sure I like how the dark red of the peonies turned out.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvxam_AySoETEIpExW9UmXqD2phSlKD90eiQD9y_JfA3NDK9uWuCeGDROqg7Sc268fuj8jyUEAjVhy2lhJXhNL7050bWMoD5_qd9QOyqlMCC5PrE2CkUorpEIzCuvbEQS6yFyOKlC7JYgjiQLyoUrIk3PsTitiGoZ774e9yVNHMCXECu0l8Myi2Jp4dqQ/s2048/20230728-IMG_4412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvxam_AySoETEIpExW9UmXqD2phSlKD90eiQD9y_JfA3NDK9uWuCeGDROqg7Sc268fuj8jyUEAjVhy2lhJXhNL7050bWMoD5_qd9QOyqlMCC5PrE2CkUorpEIzCuvbEQS6yFyOKlC7JYgjiQLyoUrIk3PsTitiGoZ774e9yVNHMCXECu0l8Myi2Jp4dqQ/s320/20230728-IMG_4412.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Yukon More empty tundra.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLjLAWYiOHPsHV9utA7R_rXHfzjoOjeggozCY12qXozF6YRcrTMiOBpqKy4BuZx3srXyXDaoxLrdD6sonPM4AP09dTxQlxOJq0-HOeklXhyqO7GtqSlv3gnGxHW3liux4mv3Kk9512zXvNLw-Ahpb0pVMUN7txJ788kbXBGzl6nDblv5OfkiQa4PadtlQ/s2048/20220906-IMG_1001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLjLAWYiOHPsHV9utA7R_rXHfzjoOjeggozCY12qXozF6YRcrTMiOBpqKy4BuZx3srXyXDaoxLrdD6sonPM4AP09dTxQlxOJq0-HOeklXhyqO7GtqSlv3gnGxHW3liux4mv3Kk9512zXvNLw-Ahpb0pVMUN7txJ788kbXBGzl6nDblv5OfkiQa4PadtlQ/s320/20220906-IMG_1001.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Film (old)</div><div>Linda and her mom during the Ottawa tulip festival. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwQm_cIz0xGd5HUoh5c_s9klvJ_NIYdWsEnGUF_j_aGf5f5_xBVfL9eLIbJmPVlJizopp6T7n-eCcY4JlTtqLAGrIlGAsWP10VEu7lSlJYOzdXyn6UQkkZigef38S8usEna3KJlKSw_KHIujQEM785eLGZ7L6OaAhAwBgBa_YtK6AOlpKxc9fuWFQIEs/s2048/20230204-IMG_4040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMwQm_cIz0xGd5HUoh5c_s9klvJ_NIYdWsEnGUF_j_aGf5f5_xBVfL9eLIbJmPVlJizopp6T7n-eCcY4JlTtqLAGrIlGAsWP10VEu7lSlJYOzdXyn6UQkkZigef38S8usEna3KJlKSw_KHIujQEM785eLGZ7L6OaAhAwBgBa_YtK6AOlpKxc9fuWFQIEs/s320/20230204-IMG_4040.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-88923632248432071962023-12-09T09:37:00.000-07:002023-12-09T09:37:01.771-07:00Latest books<div style="text-align: left;">One thing about being less active on Facebook is that I've got more time for other things. One of those things is taking one of the cameras for a walk on a more regular basis. The other is having time to read more.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Much of my reading over the last several years has been photo related books, and to some extent that's continuing. As I'm doing my various things I'll come across mention of a book. I now have the library app on my phone, so I go in right then and see if they have it. If so, I'll put it on hold. It might come in a couple days, or like American Gods, it might take lots of months. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Normally I like browsing at my library branch, since I love the serendipity of coming across something unknown, or new on the shelf. But recently the Fish Creek branch has been undergoing extensive renovation and being there isn't much fun. For a while the photography books were in the far corner from the entrance, via a convoluted route.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Mo6yzIWnjNdC3G0XEXSm4uVf7XUs49zrlWnpvUuvylbiwKyku0l7z-V5P_jrPv381VOzRKlM7qLlr38ip8Ax0NnFeOi2Nkav3GU5OCb6oN59HBZF6rJfZg7CEZW-s9eEEPxHE18KDySUl1mcOjGJ9FtUkoqOl95x1EfQ56W3o6f-R-eHxcInXUZBgzc/s2048/20231204-IMG_0950.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1919" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Mo6yzIWnjNdC3G0XEXSm4uVf7XUs49zrlWnpvUuvylbiwKyku0l7z-V5P_jrPv381VOzRKlM7qLlr38ip8Ax0NnFeOi2Nkav3GU5OCb6oN59HBZF6rJfZg7CEZW-s9eEEPxHE18KDySUl1mcOjGJ9FtUkoqOl95x1EfQ56W3o6f-R-eHxcInXUZBgzc/s320/20231204-IMG_0950.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">If a non-photographer knows the name of any photographer besides Ansel Adams, it's likely to be Annie Leibovitz. I'm not particularly into her style of elaborately staged photography, but then, she was often doing fashion, and by my standards that's always a bit weird. Still, these are worth looking at to understand what is possible, and to think about what went into creating the photograph. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Because make no mistake, these are staged and created. They're amazing to look at, though I was often wondering how much a particular photo cost, what with paying for all the materials and the people to set it up, the model(s), Annie and her crew, plus everybody else that's involved. Linda even looked through it, mainly at the costumes, and enjoyed it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">One article I read or watched on photography suggested that the best way to become a famous photographer was to capture lots of good images of famous people, or become famous in some other field and then pick up a camera. Except I don't know anyone that's even moderately famous by the standards of most people and I don't particularly want to become a famous photographer. I just enjoy being out with my camera, or even being in a group without a camera, but thinking about the faces I see, who would be a good subject, what exact fraction of a second I'd click the shutter as expressions flit across their face or the light changes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As a digression, probably the most famous person I actually know (in the sense I could call them for a coffee date and have a reasonable chance of them accepting) is our city councillor, Dan McLean, and that's because of my position in the Woodcreek Community Association. He might be flattered if I called to ask if I could do his portrait, but I doubt he'd accept. Then again, I doubt he'd accept if one of Annie's staffers called him. But a celebrity, or actor, or fashion model? They'd say yes to an Annie session before the question was finished.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Which reminds me of what happened during my swim the other day. I'm getting into the pool, putting on goggles and nose clip, scoping out who else is in my lane when I hear my name. It turned out to be one of the regulars I've often seen, but never chatted to. She recognized the 'stache from the photo on the cover of the December Chronicle and asked if it was really me. (Hint, I don't choose the covers, our staff do. I supply a choice of images, or get one they want.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWe-61Gvx4znF9_G8Xplq5d4FMl3oSPl0xe82VfNxnum1D66ZZZUl-LuBPkw37rd_rBIRKkMmIJdPTWXh1JnlGiFrqlrxNOPmq9y2LzMzWuSq3SBOC2jiq_8g1QtRmt-JrYCL3FBpiV9WxUYff0d7RO6X4YEwMvD_-U8D1OHWvpJaVPg6pQ60K5IJrB0/s1588/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-08%20at%209.51.12%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1588" data-original-width="1312" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWe-61Gvx4znF9_G8Xplq5d4FMl3oSPl0xe82VfNxnum1D66ZZZUl-LuBPkw37rd_rBIRKkMmIJdPTWXh1JnlGiFrqlrxNOPmq9y2LzMzWuSq3SBOC2jiq_8g1QtRmt-JrYCL3FBpiV9WxUYff0d7RO6X4YEwMvD_-U8D1OHWvpJaVPg6pQ60K5IJrB0/s320/Screen%20Shot%202023-12-08%20at%209.51.12%20AM.png" width="264" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">It was. I'd been doing the Santa photos at last year's Skate with Santa event, and usually include adults if they're willing, and especially the volunteers and organizers. Then they insisted that I walk someone through how to operate my camera to take a photo of me with Santa. So there's my 15 seconds of fame.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And now for something completely different. A topic that has been festering in my brain the last little while.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Several books have been about the digital world's assault on our brains. I wrote a bit about it <a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-denial-of-service-attack-on-your.html" target="_blank">here</a> and I want to take another run at, trying not to repeat myself.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The current book is Digital Minimalism by Cal Newport. I just finished it. One of his main points is that that the minor tips and tricks, like turning off notifications, is merely disguising the problem, not actually dealing with it. The essential idea is consider your values in life, pick the digital channels that support those, and let the rest go. That's right, turn them off and do without. Find other non digital things to do that you enjoy, and do a digital fast for a month. Or at least do without all the optional stuff, so unless someone is paying you for that bit of phone usage time (your work paying you to monitor email, for example) it's optional. Then after that fast, think carefully about which ones to use, and how. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Rather than installing some app because it offers some minimal or incremental value, consider if it supports your values better than the ones you already have. He mentioned one person buying a wristwatch to know what time it was, because looking at their phone for that was the gateway to checking email, then Twitter, then Facebook, and thence down the rabbit hole to digital hell. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">People have been writing about "what's important in life" since we created writing. There's no shortage of advice ranging from "Be Happy" to ponderous tomes that need both hands to pick up.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My take on why people are unhappy often revolves around the word maximum. People want the maximum out of life. They deserve the best. Or rather THE BEST!!! All the time, in everything. Any less is an assault on their sense of self worth. They drive themselves and the people around them hard. They lie, they cheat, they steal. They deserve every ulcer and every bit of blowback they get. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I generally go for what is called a satisficing solution. It's a pragmatic view of the world that says no amount of effort will produce a perfect result, thus putting a maximal effort towards that is futile. Rather, think about what is a solution in the acceptable to good range, and put in the effort to achieve that, then stop. That often results in a compromise solution when other people are involved. And remember, if everybody is unhappy about some aspect of the deal, it's probably a good compromise.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So an example in my photo world. It is possible to spend a great deal of time editing a photo to produce the "ideal" image or to make it the best it can be. There used to be a video showing the Photoshop steps to transform a slice of pizza into a model posing in a bikini, so anything is possible, and that was before AI manipulation or computational photography. I know one person undergoing agonies of editing, re-editing, re-re-editing, masking, massaging, adjusting, tweaking, and I don't even know what all as they prepare for a photo exhibition. Once this process really gets underway, it's hard to know when to stop.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">My thinking is that the more one edits a photo, the more it becomes digital art rather than a photograph. (Which is an ok thing if you're intending to produce and market the result as digital art.) But that leads me down a different path than where I'm going now. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I think about what the destination is for my images. Mostly it's the blog. Not that many people look at my blog, in the great scheme of things. I don't think any of them are what we call pixel peepers, diving in to look at every tiny detail with a microscope. I'm pretty sure that for most of my readers, for most of the images, they admire an image they like (and that could be on a phone so how much detail can they see?), and skip over the ones they don't like. (More of his damned driftwood, what is it with that? How many photos of New Zealand driftwood can there be? The answer is about 500 more just from 2020-03. At my current blog production rate that's enough for several more years. Get used to it.) So it's a waste of time highly editing such a photo. Nobody will ever notice, probably not even me. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Just recently I've been doing books of my photos (stay tuned for a blog about them) and those photos get another editing pass to look good in print. (And if I was going to print an image to be framed on my wall, there'd be yet another editing pass to tune it for the specific paper, and a really detailed pass if it was going to be exhibited publicly.) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But I still don't spend a lot of time editing in the sense of working on an individual photo. Much of the time is spent thinking about how many photos, which specific ones, why them, in what order, and what text to go along with them. Part of it is that I pass over the many many photos that aren't so good. I see no point in putting lipstick on what is at best a pig. In some cases if I really want an image, and the one I have is flawed, rather than work to "fix" it, I'll go do another photo. Of course, that isn't always possible.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Back to Digital Minimalism. The other point he makes is that most of us are really good at face to face conversations. Most of us enjoy the social aspect of that, and we've been doing it for tens of thousands of years. The "weak connections" via social media are new and are getting in the way of the strong conversational connections. Really, clicking the like button on the photo of a distant buddy's new baby is only feeding the coffers of Facebook or Twitter. The recipient probably doesn't even look at who the likes are from. It's one of the ways that social media hooks you in, and trivializes the connections between people. People start chasing likes, rather than using the digital connection as a convenient way to arrange a date to get together in person, or somewhat less desirably, a video call.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">All too often what gets presented in social media is some idealized image of yourself, as you race to keep up with the "influencers" or celebrities, or your narcissistic buddy who doesn't give a crap about you. Is it any wonder you are unhappy, when your digital avatar gets likes and you know its for the avatar and not you. But maybe that's better than the rejection of presenting yourself and not getting any likes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">A better strategy is to get out of that digital game. Join some group you're interested in and meet real people you might actually like. Converse with them. Go meet people for coffee. Get out into the real world. Go for a walk. Teach yourself how to do something practical. Use digital technologies as appropriate to support those activities. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The more I learn what the digital world is doing to us, the less I want to participate.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Of the Day</div><div>Driftwood (NZ)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_nZy3LRbA9_F13zA6WWyHV0Hts8uFYHmZZM8h-jgvxkp1yMmvH_baMA9cegva3jAhlYPjutXfzjI68WNg7pc5eXMFJ_CMr8CADGfFL7uXZpSs-hYJOpIyB2lzW8PcpC8XLv49tixAG1-ZbFRVbQjE6IQnYjLd9y13D_IZjLFc4BoPiHdtyZ_tS8WFwI/s2048/20200309-IMG_9243.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB_nZy3LRbA9_F13zA6WWyHV0Hts8uFYHmZZM8h-jgvxkp1yMmvH_baMA9cegva3jAhlYPjutXfzjI68WNg7pc5eXMFJ_CMr8CADGfFL7uXZpSs-hYJOpIyB2lzW8PcpC8XLv49tixAG1-ZbFRVbQjE6IQnYjLd9y13D_IZjLFc4BoPiHdtyZ_tS8WFwI/s320/20200309-IMG_9243.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Driftwood (BC)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifWj4rQLJuh1mqP7LrGcUMuo5m0ff0tAIoeXdtSNS7lMvwwzePtDyQj12IIh2l2ULxTDc0YjJ3ToK_-R9BS3_k5pxwcklC532n1V4zr7fWMSJZYPGJ0PNZSu7pCwSRoGcGjoIVzf3eSIe3BpuPEINqtYNtZIj137SB0n3Hy957-giGzZBAaFHQvIMfFy4/s2048/20230210-IMG_5221.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifWj4rQLJuh1mqP7LrGcUMuo5m0ff0tAIoeXdtSNS7lMvwwzePtDyQj12IIh2l2ULxTDc0YjJ3ToK_-R9BS3_k5pxwcklC532n1V4zr7fWMSJZYPGJ0PNZSu7pCwSRoGcGjoIVzf3eSIe3BpuPEINqtYNtZIj137SB0n3Hy957-giGzZBAaFHQvIMfFy4/s320/20230210-IMG_5221.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Flower and Film (new)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig8ThuKeNNnE1RVrEN_epknzn0IcN8efI2uL5_wpsypCxZttje02xpkAcabkz4FKzz7X4VOl3kbjg2EUB180SF8wIXNDCA03rOZwJPtfTuHb3n0Vvw4pyo6jziKWZrkhlI5TMdItSV2mU8c_XHbA9irhLSllizN8fdkdH6Vr4sUJCAF3jv-l0RjSu7ybA/s2048/20230728-IMG_4470.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1638" data-original-width="2048" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig8ThuKeNNnE1RVrEN_epknzn0IcN8efI2uL5_wpsypCxZttje02xpkAcabkz4FKzz7X4VOl3kbjg2EUB180SF8wIXNDCA03rOZwJPtfTuHb3n0Vvw4pyo6jziKWZrkhlI5TMdItSV2mU8c_XHbA9irhLSllizN8fdkdH6Vr4sUJCAF3jv-l0RjSu7ybA/s320/20230728-IMG_4470.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Yukon</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfM4F0XTDf77mlz-ill3pBwUTh6pQxvCeRywrWL63ENvApD7PqG9M6ChGRuDUp-hQQTcwvjIQfIIKVlkkufKo85xbgUMc5Ik23PZwM0j29jM4kD0tBH8k0U71dbawDOQ9BTMWNUxwo5NCFAjsmSvvwyI4CtdNrNEn_eg73NLbwkMyM7kQlJ6SARNULCQM/s2048/20220906-IMG_0959.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfM4F0XTDf77mlz-ill3pBwUTh6pQxvCeRywrWL63ENvApD7PqG9M6ChGRuDUp-hQQTcwvjIQfIIKVlkkufKo85xbgUMc5Ik23PZwM0j29jM4kD0tBH8k0U71dbawDOQ9BTMWNUxwo5NCFAjsmSvvwyI4CtdNrNEn_eg73NLbwkMyM7kQlJ6SARNULCQM/s320/20220906-IMG_0959.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Film (old)</div></div><div style="text-align: left;">My desk back in the days of the Mac Cube. I still have it with that monitor and it still works. Any collectors out there?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRepvtJqWw7rTNpUK2awjlC3IQDe0NqLG1d7RFXhifF22VfmoLcQt4_UPuMr4OJkzL224cpu9qreGxBGjApVluBo-M7CYs-CIVOptwPhC1SHeJL6G0-VDsF2EigYftygtAeookq4_Y5H4cIo3o7QKepdIso-Eerx8BADLpf3TRcpUPYsarzkmuVJGVAJw/s2048/20230204-IMG_4058.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRepvtJqWw7rTNpUK2awjlC3IQDe0NqLG1d7RFXhifF22VfmoLcQt4_UPuMr4OJkzL224cpu9qreGxBGjApVluBo-M7CYs-CIVOptwPhC1SHeJL6G0-VDsF2EigYftygtAeookq4_Y5H4cIo3o7QKepdIso-Eerx8BADLpf3TRcpUPYsarzkmuVJGVAJw/s320/20230204-IMG_4058.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-40646652361325015572023-12-08T02:46:00.001-07:002023-12-08T02:46:35.657-07:00November Image of the Month<div style="text-align: left;">Oops! Normally I get to the beginning of a month, and I'm keen to review the previous months photos. I've a bit of a process to select the image of the month and then move the photos into the Lightroom archive.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The very end of November I was deeply involved in selecting the photos for a Yukon book and getting that sent off to Blurb. 72 pages! Mine came ok as expected, then the driver had trouble finding mom's place. Then I got distracted since I'd already done the photo archiving task.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">November was not a big month for getting out and making photos. The biggest block of photos was finishing off a roll of black and white film.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">2nd runner up</div><div style="text-align: left;">Mainly for the textures of the water as it flows over the rocks, hand holding the camera for a longish exposure.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisnzL-Hq_BhBA-TDnvWRgWxIz03bAfozuJtpW7dqehu348TjaMufm33VVcmrGP6dmpMfdODIlxWLeqg1iTHGu0OaIbDkSqXyNxuOGEOchkv5VvR0xixGSL6JG67CfEjQvqtG_H5iv4nlPH6Gd-hORsXFw41T0X_IpoV4tybTAI0MQInG0VOB6i6opSaPo/s2048/20231113-IMG_0862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisnzL-Hq_BhBA-TDnvWRgWxIz03bAfozuJtpW7dqehu348TjaMufm33VVcmrGP6dmpMfdODIlxWLeqg1iTHGu0OaIbDkSqXyNxuOGEOchkv5VvR0xixGSL6JG67CfEjQvqtG_H5iv4nlPH6Gd-hORsXFw41T0X_IpoV4tybTAI0MQInG0VOB6i6opSaPo/s320/20231113-IMG_0862.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">1st runner up</div><div style="text-align: left;">During a walk on the ice of what is normally a swamp. I like the textures of the trees and all the lines leading the eye around the photo.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAd7A8EWFqDTYI4tg1Hcc0nSQG5UsdJj3qBhH1fvRSCQMDxqOqbD-WkLCP4h8e-tgHCjsg_JA53xNj19y3hNG6i9Hh3Jrao1smgY-sjPAA6_0GYeE0lN4bbKUMHP2axyvIxDSSDbjd4zEKck5l1iEDUlx4ZLhFvDvbHvqQJik8A6FGCF1P_vaQJG_Jdus/s2048/20231130-IMG_4667.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAd7A8EWFqDTYI4tg1Hcc0nSQG5UsdJj3qBhH1fvRSCQMDxqOqbD-WkLCP4h8e-tgHCjsg_JA53xNj19y3hNG6i9Hh3Jrao1smgY-sjPAA6_0GYeE0lN4bbKUMHP2axyvIxDSSDbjd4zEKck5l1iEDUlx4ZLhFvDvbHvqQJik8A6FGCF1P_vaQJG_Jdus/s320/20231130-IMG_4667.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Image of the Month</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'd been walking along the swamp, then turned around to see the view the other way. I shuffled around a bit to get the footprints where I wanted them, leading into the photo. The light was sublime. The black and white film brings a feeling to it that I don't think would have happened with digital.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnuPYVZloWK_oyuqUEjXXxp1UwOx2fdEnqDWUZPjQBPCq-_mhDWMMKltZdW1POvln9-6R8RUBADNzdMuo0cT8P_hMy2ihwj1kj3FZlzGjeWi-NkmVNqNwJ9dCSh9N_0hfv14R2GjPG_zIm13zoqfSZVNUVtXKwUYvM43TuYCddI5iPx-BxK8OKtz_jx4/s2048/20231130-IMG_4670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOnuPYVZloWK_oyuqUEjXXxp1UwOx2fdEnqDWUZPjQBPCq-_mhDWMMKltZdW1POvln9-6R8RUBADNzdMuo0cT8P_hMy2ihwj1kj3FZlzGjeWi-NkmVNqNwJ9dCSh9N_0hfv14R2GjPG_zIm13zoqfSZVNUVtXKwUYvM43TuYCddI5iPx-BxK8OKtz_jx4/s320/20231130-IMG_4670.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Keithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09364395150014197905noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3368504086012529655.post-73664454289009736482023-12-05T10:18:00.000-07:002023-12-05T10:18:43.634-07:00A winter walk<div style="text-align: left;">Last week I took the small film camera for a walk in Fish Creek. It should be clear that these photos are impossible for most of the year, even not counting the ice. This area is mostly a murky swamp. I don't know how deep it is, but I'm pretty sure it's more than gum boot deep, and might even be more than hip wader deep if you think about the soft bottom. The ice was thick enough that I shuffled along, mostly confidently. There was only one spot where there were some creaks, and it was really near something else to stand on.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Why black and white, you ask? That's what was in the camera, and I wanted to finish the roll. Plus, it's a good photographic exercise to think about the world in shades of grey. It's entirely different than colour. There are scenes where something pops out because it's a contrasting colour and that makes the photo, and yet in black and white it might be invisible. There are scenes where colour doesn't add anything to the image, and this time of year, for these kind of scenes, that's the case here. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So keep an open mind as you look at these. Try not to think about it being a swamp. Look at the contrasts, the textures, the lines, and shapes.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">1. Go down the stairs at Bebo Grove and turn right. There's a short bit of swamp.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8b5eIN78BuouKQVNsuRUBztQxvWmIovvASgchpPGxqzKuvfPzAM7fo2T3_3aEA-2_FflE0IMYaGDKQ0485rpZ_-NuCCBUX2PgZfjh5UWjMWovBJTKorCBjIpZFe0SrpUtU-jGDVk7oZ1YFSpmA_s21TBA5Yjx02TsKgFbuXg1gw_W7qqNbfA3pFdJ04U/s2048/20231130-IMG_4662.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8b5eIN78BuouKQVNsuRUBztQxvWmIovvASgchpPGxqzKuvfPzAM7fo2T3_3aEA-2_FflE0IMYaGDKQ0485rpZ_-NuCCBUX2PgZfjh5UWjMWovBJTKorCBjIpZFe0SrpUtU-jGDVk7oZ1YFSpmA_s21TBA5Yjx02TsKgFbuXg1gw_W7qqNbfA3pFdJ04U/s320/20231130-IMG_4662.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>2. There's times the stark trees against the sky make for interesting shapes. <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrUEHZt5A3QzWcwSF8HwZ8mYKsiYGFGbIlI8UDqBkeZnHAxq0Kh2P5LtWHOEXPCXcY3gbwEu6rYiE2n_YuXe5f5t4BeEaOCeIzRgp9e0Oi68jctocGX3_bT0WO6pXbsXkAtMDft6el0uECGX9hZYGQQ9VPeftlVJeVMaF8QRjeLz6-DOVbNTkn4cDpnd0/s2048/20231130-IMG_4664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrUEHZt5A3QzWcwSF8HwZ8mYKsiYGFGbIlI8UDqBkeZnHAxq0Kh2P5LtWHOEXPCXcY3gbwEu6rYiE2n_YuXe5f5t4BeEaOCeIzRgp9e0Oi68jctocGX3_bT0WO6pXbsXkAtMDft6el0uECGX9hZYGQQ9VPeftlVJeVMaF8QRjeLz6-DOVbNTkn4cDpnd0/s320/20231130-IMG_4664.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>3. Once back at the main path, cross over and continue down more swamp, dodging fallen trees, and watching out for the places the ice is quite a bit thinner. I spent a little while thinking about different compositions. It would be easy to take as many photos as I pleased with the digital, and then select the best one later while editing. Yet the exercise here is to see the compositions as a black and white photo in my mind, and make just one photo.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6Ck1Y8XYcHa0YnghRzdAVdcn9ASji8oVy5Jae6DcRHEIn-OrzNR8JeL0PEOqOtIJd2SRXZawrN7GK0zeeyin6qZG1Nd0UKQ-YTkyXju9kMo1sIR8A1pbPRwyIUHNuuTiKO0QSmAyKZCl4Oi_xDX8LTyJEAyMnReEgq7XRqVQ7Wi5NAiZbBDXWcqeR6k/s2048/20231130-IMG_4667.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6Ck1Y8XYcHa0YnghRzdAVdcn9ASji8oVy5Jae6DcRHEIn-OrzNR8JeL0PEOqOtIJd2SRXZawrN7GK0zeeyin6qZG1Nd0UKQ-YTkyXju9kMo1sIR8A1pbPRwyIUHNuuTiKO0QSmAyKZCl4Oi_xDX8LTyJEAyMnReEgq7XRqVQ7Wi5NAiZbBDXWcqeR6k/s320/20231130-IMG_4667.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>4. In this case the composition was obvious, even if I did have to struggle with some shrubs to get the right viewpoint. But what I really like are the transitions from light to dark, and the textures in the tree and ice.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqOlMM3oZ3xJoQCc_Ad3oBefPo2PvGtFgb_VWbj342mYPvqLdeZdlHUZNM9YhJGEvXi643LBh6GKOQ2k-vYfz83OAqC49a37tG0JQTulW86-1EXFRufbEhSFQ6wC3yG2DuWDssBDbaXirywYd-fmv_sg1gqwlDho7TxFvy7_tvpR6a4Vvsn70_3AMX3Qo/s2048/20231130-IMG_4668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqOlMM3oZ3xJoQCc_Ad3oBefPo2PvGtFgb_VWbj342mYPvqLdeZdlHUZNM9YhJGEvXi643LBh6GKOQ2k-vYfz83OAqC49a37tG0JQTulW86-1EXFRufbEhSFQ6wC3yG2DuWDssBDbaXirywYd-fmv_sg1gqwlDho7TxFvy7_tvpR6a4Vvsn70_3AMX3Qo/s320/20231130-IMG_4668.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>5. More ice texture, with a barrier of branches to liven things up. The stairs are right beside an outfall duct for some stormwater ponds. For a long time they were fenced off, but not any more. This might be a great place in the summer to catch tree reflections in the calm water. And yes, there is some open water near the duct. I was extremely cautious thinking about the ice thickness transitions.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8b1RuWnIXEt8FZQC_f5uXo__UEffyZMBrQKcwGz9R_4UQvighST4Q8RLHSy6rT02XOf2oZaKhxXZ2nZUYfpD_e_dn8QihpAOJJkesONSgrH5eiRmarOQ9QO_vqxFzX4jOdNEt3zMVlpCmap_h3_ApbPCWT3chyphenhyphenN9Ennlvohv7rn73re_-Og4H1oXWdIc/s2048/20231130-IMG_4669.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8b1RuWnIXEt8FZQC_f5uXo__UEffyZMBrQKcwGz9R_4UQvighST4Q8RLHSy6rT02XOf2oZaKhxXZ2nZUYfpD_e_dn8QihpAOJJkesONSgrH5eiRmarOQ9QO_vqxFzX4jOdNEt3zMVlpCmap_h3_ApbPCWT3chyphenhyphenN9Ennlvohv7rn73re_-Og4H1oXWdIc/s320/20231130-IMG_4669.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>6. Looking back the way I came. Someone was really brave to walk along leaving slushy footprints, but it wasn't me. Photographers know exactly why I like the footprints.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Rej_vX3bqh6a0mEqc13tZDU-ENXkxVuX923hV_rUQP_r78CiwYkp3cpTqIznrYeXupWH4HnuWBpHjyHt65Py-jQJiTcTbOor4LuFAItiuiRqH81ogHsNFQ-f5rjsDOZ-Z3y-zX4lPNKBGlcV6S4YnscC3iHQBoChAIHO9PsJons84HFGX3UD4bUlJlw/s2048/20231130-IMG_4670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Rej_vX3bqh6a0mEqc13tZDU-ENXkxVuX923hV_rUQP_r78CiwYkp3cpTqIznrYeXupWH4HnuWBpHjyHt65Py-jQJiTcTbOor4LuFAItiuiRqH81ogHsNFQ-f5rjsDOZ-Z3y-zX4lPNKBGlcV6S4YnscC3iHQBoChAIHO9PsJons84HFGX3UD4bUlJlw/s320/20231130-IMG_4670.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>7. Trying for a reflection photo.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHKV8aY_Jd6in_NQLtHuwmAgb8KJAVmsrBkqxPSxvHGKPfXC7Vy0F4oUMJX1bDWneC1BAo6Lsptr26JZCw1vILyxpnyKfQLSOiedUEAswVvT9SW3atftWWorSMdd6W4VDCNuBzObs07o6p42Zhu26GG74wmUbB0miJQ_TjCHOgEL84MC2bz4rAPis2oYU/s2048/20231130-IMG_4671.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHKV8aY_Jd6in_NQLtHuwmAgb8KJAVmsrBkqxPSxvHGKPfXC7Vy0F4oUMJX1bDWneC1BAo6Lsptr26JZCw1vILyxpnyKfQLSOiedUEAswVvT9SW3atftWWorSMdd6W4VDCNuBzObs07o6p42Zhu26GG74wmUbB0miJQ_TjCHOgEL84MC2bz4rAPis2oYU/s320/20231130-IMG_4671.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>8. I liked the branch sticking up through the ice, and the surrounding cracks, imagining a creature poking up a sensory organ to search for prey.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKDG0NgQU8SPyHN9XlLNuUTztyx0gHto37uukY_31Ds7LPZ8Nv5WND0bn-3Gv-lRMOujD1iEVTPdbEjTlk9DG_JogOiqcizc25iRMPbFs2camZXwfOSSRDdwFVQITR3XCjzzjjdPjZgoaXScXrkVUTu4Qj-_aJ95zeaMnZlSrCzKXBbG-DB29zBBjT2JE/s2048/20231130-IMG_4672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKDG0NgQU8SPyHN9XlLNuUTztyx0gHto37uukY_31Ds7LPZ8Nv5WND0bn-3Gv-lRMOujD1iEVTPdbEjTlk9DG_JogOiqcizc25iRMPbFs2camZXwfOSSRDdwFVQITR3XCjzzjjdPjZgoaXScXrkVUTu4Qj-_aJ95zeaMnZlSrCzKXBbG-DB29zBBjT2JE/s320/20231130-IMG_4672.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>9. Not as successful as the other tree composition.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbYPjLGbXY4D2otzY1SqLZ02BmCafz1AH0ppIoPTjX7jcXfCeLzUISYvQ40AqR2HBa_SS3X6tFNVgNJ14i7wT_0_hqdUdRwIJSDQmnqT6DwVVOw6SQ96-0dejdLedauHmabDwdLHzm105YN_opz1Tl1r2HGd6pdAmkrtuh0M6L1MwpweSn-OudXSMUZww/s2048/20231130-IMG_4673.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbYPjLGbXY4D2otzY1SqLZ02BmCafz1AH0ppIoPTjX7jcXfCeLzUISYvQ40AqR2HBa_SS3X6tFNVgNJ14i7wT_0_hqdUdRwIJSDQmnqT6DwVVOw6SQ96-0dejdLedauHmabDwdLHzm105YN_opz1Tl1r2HGd6pdAmkrtuh0M6L1MwpweSn-OudXSMUZww/s320/20231130-IMG_4673.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>10. Regular readers will know I love reflection photos. I did not get my feet wet doing this, but it was close.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1XvLx2oq3rcRnDXvMZhyt24G_RINiFG0EAKFIwxU3yg-RqoYCK6mxxWHK3O718diINheBy0z212HvI6cpaqCqbaNZ1p0MmyQKTYL-_ECzxLm976QWSCV30NrnrpGXTyWjvai-IQokgrwOUG9TcCIunIdaQiRTMollFX_fYOAWE48zbxMAqINh-7MahA/s2048/20231130-IMG_4675.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv1XvLx2oq3rcRnDXvMZhyt24G_RINiFG0EAKFIwxU3yg-RqoYCK6mxxWHK3O718diINheBy0z212HvI6cpaqCqbaNZ1p0MmyQKTYL-_ECzxLm976QWSCV30NrnrpGXTyWjvai-IQokgrwOUG9TcCIunIdaQiRTMollFX_fYOAWE48zbxMAqINh-7MahA/s320/20231130-IMG_4675.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>11. There's a huge log jam where the swamp meets Fish Creek. I've done photos there in the past, but mostly the light hasn't been good. It was fading as I got here.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqWLOQN_V2ah91CMiCqivd_IKquiI0JDYLJn__-1-iOucciBdXmgT8R9j0-oTitBTKydhTFe-gj8k8zcgbo5V70I9KciHH_fkQn-4-P17_1lSDr77zWAUH3lJp1hBQsnwOMOMoreClPYrhBO9iit0T05bbZX8Rm01z_-10aDTuFoViCMoakelSedLV2s/s2048/20231130-IMG_4676.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqWLOQN_V2ah91CMiCqivd_IKquiI0JDYLJn__-1-iOucciBdXmgT8R9j0-oTitBTKydhTFe-gj8k8zcgbo5V70I9KciHH_fkQn-4-P17_1lSDr77zWAUH3lJp1hBQsnwOMOMoreClPYrhBO9iit0T05bbZX8Rm01z_-10aDTuFoViCMoakelSedLV2s/s320/20231130-IMG_4676.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>12. One of the many beaver dams in Fish Creek. They've been busy.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuT0-Ctlr91HbFhAvXY6hb9qRkItbe4HVVwEkSrYFTDRh8yNRmmLByIsm9Zw97UrdeYoRLQ16I76QHF0Mb6qkw27LbC5fVQAkeRELuUizsJYTg0PZgSOaOe2hR6Jc4gdPsLFWe5HHpOiKUpGsDJ7Zo0x_C6TXas6sfCpMrPQ8nUut_q-P-vuV3JfAP8ek/s2048/20231130-IMG_4677.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuT0-Ctlr91HbFhAvXY6hb9qRkItbe4HVVwEkSrYFTDRh8yNRmmLByIsm9Zw97UrdeYoRLQ16I76QHF0Mb6qkw27LbC5fVQAkeRELuUizsJYTg0PZgSOaOe2hR6Jc4gdPsLFWe5HHpOiKUpGsDJ7Zo0x_C6TXas6sfCpMrPQ8nUut_q-P-vuV3JfAP8ek/s320/20231130-IMG_4677.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>13. My dragon spine tree. Things are always changing in Fish Creek. Here's what this used to look like, <a href="https://keithsodyssey.blogspot.com/2017/03/the-dragon-spine-as-i-thought-of-it.html" target="_blank">back in 2017</a>. I wanted to pose a runner on or against the tree, stretching, lounging and working on a tan while eating a snack. Alas, the tree is nowhere as interesting now that the spines have worn off.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUD6i-tfjiO2mjH8qxHoktl1au722ovShWhZv_v_pZC1ozw019otGH2m2-0lQYBgBP9ixu9MDY069a5BDnXKhQirrYnFRLi_bJcne-cxmriWb7rSu0AsespAkDOwU9ZQ_i2CbtvIflNQF3Y7IWR3R03CmBmPVz8byQI5LRuCGH_s396bLup7diVELXgbs/s2048/20231130-IMG_4678.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUD6i-tfjiO2mjH8qxHoktl1au722ovShWhZv_v_pZC1ozw019otGH2m2-0lQYBgBP9ixu9MDY069a5BDnXKhQirrYnFRLi_bJcne-cxmriWb7rSu0AsespAkDOwU9ZQ_i2CbtvIflNQF3Y7IWR3R03CmBmPVz8byQI5LRuCGH_s396bLup7diVELXgbs/s320/20231130-IMG_4678.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />Of the Day</div><div>Driftwood (NZ)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoxSCrKiMBKQWHQxe_WzDtNuk3_Z1pM6gI3RU4d_DVx7n3RVxtIJBDFh_NXYoqjQt4h_qwrajFRGRp_4uUOlMw_RpsY55kWSEWeoQHC8jambpc0902dzPoNdGVvHLEnF0Vg8pD8H4TgaSryBNaB5VuFAcMJn99MMoz2Fz3e7XqP0nhR5iCWHaRc3O21HY/s2048/20170912-20170912-IMG_4468.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoxSCrKiMBKQWHQxe_WzDtNuk3_Z1pM6gI3RU4d_DVx7n3RVxtIJBDFh_NXYoqjQt4h_qwrajFRGRp_4uUOlMw_RpsY55kWSEWeoQHC8jambpc0902dzPoNdGVvHLEnF0Vg8pD8H4TgaSryBNaB5VuFAcMJn99MMoz2Fz3e7XqP0nhR5iCWHaRc3O21HY/s320/20170912-20170912-IMG_4468.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Film (old)</div><div>Linda, her mom, and older brother, during the tulip festival.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB8DPEtqN5-JVHDN4Nem6nHPG4obql5uYU1p2Recnh6enqlC0hODG3XctkT2EEBwmL62B8jwv5J6VOskfjLKvgHjNfMxwez9N_JQvyKfIkReLelN8lWSPknG5VJV8N-F7iNg6nTruTS3hZBTftoXAJiaglLBgZiPum59i4_m21hhn9JbwK4AXMBl0hvkI/s2048/20230204-IMG_4038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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