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Posted: July 9, 2016 in 60mm lens, My Backyard, Photography

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At some point during my rain shower photo shoot on Thursday, I decided to get down under the hostas, rather than shooting them from the top, resulting in a completely new perspective. And lots of wet clothing.

I’m more than a little disappointed in the neighbors and the people who drove by whilst I was shooting. One would think that the sight of a woman stretched out full length on a sidewalk would excite some curiosity or concern, but apparently here in the Town of Scott, the Rugged Individual is allowed to do his/her own thing without folks getting all judgy on them.




Posted: July 7, 2016 in 60mm lens, My Backyard, Photography, Rain

It rained this afternoon, insistently for a while, but then it settled in to a soft and gentle sprinkle.

Gentle enough, as a matter of fact, that I went out and shot some lovely hostas in the rain.

And one Solomon’s Seal.


There’s a really interesting project you can do with your family that I call a “Square Foot Safari” and the premise is that there is a whole universe at our feet, but you need to get down there to see what is going on. Kids can sketch what they find in their one square foot patch, makes lists, write up observations or just be amazed by the whole experience.


Yesterday, I did my own version of a Square Foot Safari which involved laying down on a blanket in the far corner of my backyard and shooting what I found using my 60mm lens. I made up my own rules and those rules were essentially that if I could reach something by rolling over or propping myself up on my elbows, it was all good. But I was not going to get up from that blanket.


In part, that is because I like parameters and rules and plans, even if they are just things to ignore, but mostly because it was a simply glorious day and I was very comfortable right where I was.

I was even okay with the wildlife that roamed into my space:


My safari journal:

When I felt that I had successfully catalogued my little corner of the world, I put my camera aside, rested my cheek on the blanket, and promptly fell asleep.

Anyone will tell you that a safari can be exhausting.










Behold how this drop of seawater
has taken so many forms and names;

it has existed as mist, cloud, rain, dew, and mud,
then plant, animal, and Perfect man;
and yet it was a drop of water
from which these things appeared.
Even so this universe of reason, soul, heavens, and bodies,
was but a drop of water in its beginning and ending.”

A Drop of Seawater by the Sufi poet Al Shabistari


We’ll return to the dill weed tomorrow.

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And with that title, you can see why Wabi Sabi happily spent her teaching career with 13-14 year-olds.  We understood each other. Really…but for the issue of crows feet and some sagginess, we were interchangeable.

Oh, and me being so much larger than many of them. That, too.

Oh, yeah…and I had a drivers license and a fondness for pearls and I’d heard of McCartney before he was in Wings.

But other than that, I was totally with my own people.


Once more into the garden, this time armed with a monopod.




Going to seed:


One more set tomorrow.

Five images

I do believe that an elegant match for Queen Anne has been discovered in the garden.


Oh my gosh! I just realized that I could stage a production of “Wicked” right in my very own backyard using flowers instead of sock puppets! Quickly…begin humming “Defying Gravity” as you continue to read.

If you have not met before, or if you are not familiar with our glamorous subject for today’s post, may I present the delightful Miss Anethum Graveolens.

Dill, to her friends.


Amazing, yes? If your familiarity with dill begins and ends with Kosher Dills, these shots of flowering dill should be a lovely surprise.


As a bonus, today’s portraits were taken right after a storm, so Ms Graveolens appears appropriately bejeweled.



If I might make technical small talk for a moment, these were shot with such a shallow depth of field that there is generally only one point that is in perfect focus, with the rest of the picture fading off into a soft blur. This might not be to everyone’s liking, particularly if you are someone who prefers a crisp clean edge-to-edge focus, but I like the resulting dreamy effect it produces with some flowers.


Six images.

Come: join me for my morning’s walk. Don’t worry–I’ll do the heavy lifting here.  You can pour another cup of coffee and get comfy.

At 6:00 this morning, the world outside my windows was pleasantly hazy: not exactly fog-bound, but more mist-kissed. This isn’t completely unusual for me but when I put my glasses on, the soft gray morning was still there.

I rolled out of bed with great slowness–really? I’m going outside?– and rummaged around for clothes suitable for wandering in wet grass.  I ended up in an outfit that any mother of a four-year-old would instantly recognize: a free-spirited mixture of pajamas and whatever was on the floor of my closet.

And my camera.

I exited my backyard and started walking through the fields.

The sweet Queen riot is still in full-swing and I almost stayed right in the middle of it for another session of glamour shots…



…but I’m glad that I didn’t. Look! The deserted farm down the road!


I’ve never approached from this way before and it was just a matter of finding where the barbed wire was down so I could step through to the farm side.


Actually, I think I wandered into a painting.


The mist turned to rain and I turned to home. Total time out? One hour.



Home again!