Christmas Day. 12 years old and quite the character! And about 5 or 6 inches taller than me. We figure he’ll stop around 6’6″ (1.98m).
Tag: black and white
As we close the lights on the last year, the last decade, let us hope that there is light to be had in an increasingly worrisome world.
One more day for the B&W photography project! What an experience this has been. I think my biggest lesson learned here is looking at light and dark – contrast – something which color so easily hides for me as I see a million shades of green when I look at grass. How light plays against other things, too, is a big lesson. Light on a ridge top against the one beyond it. Light on the edge of a trunk. Shadows on a wall. I have also learned that red and green often merge in film photography or conversion of color to digital. As a result, learning how to manipulate software is another lesson.
I like setting goals that are simple. The goal of one black and white photo per day made me limited in what I could do – sometimes I broke it to get a sip of color – but infinite in its potential. Simple goals allow for complexity as advancement in a goal develop. Complex goals are restraints against experience. I have goals for 2020 (you can read about them here) with regards to photography, but other goals, too. I would like to say one goal is to be more focused on one thing, but for me, it’s anathema to my magpie personality! Simple goals but lots of them is more my style.
It’s always fun to get out of your own neighborhood and into someone else’s and just walk. I’ve been here once before, but during the daylight hours. At night or in the gloaming, this bit of sidewalk could lead to disaster . . .
The preparations for the Christmas season are done! We had oodles to do as we hosted the family at our house Christmas Day. Now it is time to return to the mundane world and enjoy mundane things, like thinking about what to do rather than having to focus on this project or that. Getting out the drawing supplies is one thing to begin those thoughts.
The winter rains come – we are expecting some all week – and then they leave. Plants, such as this fennel, grow tall, their yellow blooms reaching upward. Mustard, too, and native and (probably) non-native grasses fill the spaces between. And then the rains stop. All becomes brittle and brown, fuel for the summer fires which fly across California, driven by winds, through steep canyons and open lands. A cycle of life in the natural world.