Posted on December 6, 2013
No, I am not referring to throwing some bright paint on your neighbors mailbox. It’s too cold to be outside for that kind of a DIY. Although we might consider that for a warmer day.
I am referring that lesser known ritual, write someone a letter today. And, I don’t mean email. Dare I use the “S” word in this semi-cyber age. Yes, I mean snail mail. Sit your butt down by the fire, fix that second cup of tea and reflect on someone that has been on your heart. Blow the dust off some of that fancy stationery that you have stuck away in a drawer or closet.
Put your heart on some paper. We all have someone that we think about, we mean to call and email is so, well like the weather – cold. Hell, even the IRS takes the time to send you a real letter. Share your feelings, make someone’s day. If nothing else think of the guilt you can shower down. Lick a stamp, well the postal folks already lick the stamp for you. Give someone the magic of a brightened mailbox.
Do you remember the first time you got a real letter? Do you remember the last time?
Enjoy the fun of writing with a pen today. ††† en theos †††jw
Posted on December 5, 2013
“When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so, they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see
it whether they want to or not.”
- Georgia O’Keeffe
So, I give this view for you, whether you want it or not. Winter is hard and I really miss the West Texas flowers. So, I may be journeying back to the warmer seasons for a while……stay warm ††† en theos ††† jim
Posted on December 4, 2013
This stellar dandelion flower was made in New Mexico last summer. It was being warmed by the waning minutes of the golden hour. Additional warm tones came from a small gold reflector used for fill. The specular highlights were provided by a small creek reflecting gold in the background
Here are some interesting facts about the dandelion flower:
Find some warmth in your day. Visit the golden hour. Blessings ††† en theos †††jim
Posted on November 17, 2013
In the Southwest Desert, we may not have many trees for our fall colors. But we have chile peppers. This colorful risita found at a street vendor in Hatch NM.
Put some color in your life ††† en theos ††† jimwork
Posted on October 27, 2013
Got my lazy self out of bed for the sunrise yesterday. Dogs, rabbits, deer, camera and Nina Simone playing in my ears and I’m feeling good.
Birds flyin’ high, you know how I feel
Dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean, don’t you know,
Butterflies all havin’ fun, you know what I mean.
Sleep in peace when day is done: that’s what I mean,
And this old world is a new world and a bold world for me…
Stars when you shine, you know how I feel
Scent of the pine, you know how I feel
Yeah, freedom is mine, and I know how I feel..
It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me
And I’m feelin’… good.
Posted on October 12, 2013
Sometimes the things we see are not what we feel. This image was made less than a mile from my home. While it looks much like what in my mind could be out on the plains of the Savannah or Serengeti.
I had to wait for a few cars to pass on the well traveled road in the near background. The road itself is hidden by the low camera angle. I also removed 3 or 4 telephone poles and their connecting lines.
So, I was really only on a far away plain in my mind.
Be anywhere you can imagine, but enjoy where you are. ††† en theos ††† jimwork
Posted on October 1, 2013
Growing up in West Tx, fall has always seemed such a blink. Here then gone before you even take notice. One of the advantages of growing older seems to be the pause that now comes with autumn. The colors are so warm, so pleasing. It is like God is giving us an appetizer of color to prepare us for the browning and gray coming of winter. Such a warming reflection from yellows and oranges. Memories of past are triggered and last just a bit longer. It seems the one season of time that all slows down in a life that moves past too fast.
“Autumn. It’s crispness, it’s anticipation, it’s melancholia, it’s cool breezes replacing summer’s heat. It’s long days in the field, a harvest festival when work’s done, a cheering crowd in a football stadium, chrysanthemums punctuating a somber landscape. It’s Halloween highjinx, pumpkins grinning toothy smiles, the crack of pecan pressed against pecan. It’s the first curls of woodsmoke, fresh blisters from pushing a rake. It’s crisp and fresh and mellow and snug, solemn and melancholy. And it’s very, very welcome.”
― Good Housekeeping Magazine
Pause to enjoy both the warmth of a color and the remembrance of a warm reflection. ††† en theos ††† jimwork
Posted on September 19, 2013
The eastern lubber is surely the most distinctive grasshopper species in the southeastern United States. It is well known both for its size and its unique coloration. The wings offer little help with mobility for they are rarely more than half the length of the abdomen. This species is incapable of flight and can jump only short distances.The eastern lubber is quite clumsy and slow in movement and mostly travels by walking and crawling feebly over the substrate. The “lubber” designation is interesting because it aptly describes this grasshopper. “Lubber” is derived from an old English word “lobre” which means lazy or clumsy. This term has come to mean a big, clumsy, and stupid person, also known as a lout or lummox. In modern times, it is normally used only by seafarers, who term novices “landlubbers”. Eastern lubber is one of only four species in the family Romaleidae found north of Mexico, but there are many other species in South America, and many are winged and agile, so although some other species in this family are called lubbers, the “lubber” designation is not appropriate for the entire family.
This lovely (if you don’t have a garden) creature seemed totally out of place here in the desert. He is for sure a bit further west than most of the maps show it’s range. He was an easy catch as they don’t fly. I wish I could have gotten an image that showed the bright red of the underside of the wing.
An amazing structure for sure! Makes you wonder if they lumbered all the way here from the east. Go west young grasshopper, go west.
try to not be a lummox or a lout today. ††† en theos ††† jimwork
Posted on September 14, 2013
While I have not stumbled into a sour alignment. I am trying to turn what first seemed negative, into a positive. I am working to trying to sell my images through a christian stock photography supplier. In a review with my agent he suggested that for the current market, my images tend to be too staged, busy and dramatic.
Susan, my dear wife/muse/soulmate, loves to laugh at my new motto that I am working real hard to be simple. It is my version of trying to turn a sour thing into something sweet. Somehow it seemed fitting to start with the sour lemon.
“When life gives you lemons, make lemonade” is a proverbial phrase used to encourage optimism and a can-do attitude in the face of adversity or misfortune. “Lemons” in this expression is used in the informal sense of the word, to indicate an unfortunate or inadequate situation, a meaning which probably stems from the sour and acidic taste of unsweetened lemon. “Lemonade” on the other hand, is a sweetened form of this same acerbic fruit, and so in the context of this expression, conveys the potential for pleasure and opportunity in seemingly bad situations.
The phrase was initially coined by Christian anarchist writer Elbert Hubbard in a 1915 obituary he penned and published for dwarf actor Marshall P. Wilder. The obituary, entitled The King of Jesters, praises Wilder’s optimistic attitude and achievements in the face of his disabilities:
“He was a walking refutation of that dogmatic statement, Mens sana in corpore sano. His was a sound mind in an unsound body. He proved the eternal paradox of things. He cashed in on his disabilities. He picked up the lemons that Fate had sent him and started a lemonade-stand.
Although the expression was coined by Hubbard, many modern authors attribute the expression to Dale Carnegie who used it in his book How to Stop Worrying and Start Living.
““Life handed him a lemon,
As Life sometimes will do.
His friends looked on in pity,
Assuming he was through.
They came upon him later,
Reclining in the shade
In calm contentment, drinking
A glass of lemonade.”
Try to work on your lemons today. ††† en theos ††† jimwork
Posted on September 8, 2013
I have photographed this little fellow several times. I know were in lives in our lantana. Even knowing where he hangs, it is always an exercise in seeing what is there, yet unseen. He is maybe is a half inch across including the legs. In addition to being small, he sits almost transparent enough to just blend in as to not get noticed. I am sure it works to his advantage.
Blending in, is it something you do too often or not near enough? Life is a balancing act. ††† en theos ††† jimwork