Sorry for the delay in submissions. We have have been on a wonderful trip in New Mexico and were at a few places with no internet the last few days.
This is our light-painting of the old railroad depot in San Antonio NM. We had a lot of fun doing it, running around in the dark trying to get it done in a 30 sec exposure. Susan light-painted the bush red, while I ran around like a possessed man light-painting the rather large depot in 30 seconds.
As you get older, it really takes very little to provide a little excitement in your life.
Enjoy even the dark moments! en theos monos ††† jim
As a kid, I loved baseball. I loved playing it, watching it and I most certainly treasured riding my bike to the closest store to get a pack of baseball cards. Mike, Jackie and me would round up coke bottles, okay they weren’t all “coke” bottles, but we didn’t care the brand. We could get .02 cents for a returnable bottle, the original form of recycling. Anyhow, when you had found yourself 20-25 coke bottle , you were good to loudly ride your rattle of bottles down to the store. You had enough money for a big pack of 10 cards and enough left over for a cold pop to drink as you unwrapped your treasures. You had to be careful to not drop the bubblegum as it was usually o old and brittle that it would shatter if dropped.
The world series was in September and played in the daytime. I stealthily rigged a transistor radio (google it) in my pocket and ran a earpiece up through my sleeve taped it to my finger so I could lean my head on my hand and listen to the game while in class. I thought I was so secretive until one day my fifth grade teacher Mr Profit asked loudly “what’s the score Jimmy?”
And I won’t get started of the pull on my heart strings listening to John Fogerty’s ” Put me in Coach” song. Or the “magic water that falls from my eyes” that still come from watching Robert Redford in The Natural or Kevin Cosner in “For the Love of the Game”…………all of those were about so much more than just baseball.
Spring training is just around the corner, get ready to play. en theos ††† jim
I have been reading about “light painting”. As one who has always envied those who can paint, I was drawn to anything that I could do to say I was painting. It is kind of interesting to think of using light as your brush. Both my grandmother & grandfather were artists that painted with a traditional brush. I used to love to go into their studio, partake of the feel and smell of oil paint, brush cleaner, canvas and of creation. That gene was not passed on to me and I had to find another way to “paint”.
My dad was a photographer and he also collected old cameras. His collection became mine and I have added to in over the years. I even have my first camera, an old brown Kodak Brownie. I have a photo of me at age five that my dad took of me making photos with that same Brownie.
So it was with pleasure that I placed some of these treasures, put my Nikon on a 30 second exposure in a dark room, and painted away with a small flashlight. I must be getting old (ok, I am), but there is hardly any better way to make yourself feel alive then to create something that wasn’t visible until you recorded it.
Find that which makes your heart feel full. ††† en theos ††† jim