There is little to compare with West Texas skies.
The wind rattled the old sign
Thunder shook the ground
I strived to capture a lightning bolt
I grew afraid, cowered in the truck
Added the lightning via the safety of photoshop.
Everything is not as you see…monos en theos…†…jim
Two days ago I sat in my shorts and dirty t-shirt basking in the beauty and warmth of a bluebonnet patch. Early this am up to attack my writing drills I was greeted with this mysterious view in the western darkness. A great prelude to the coming blood moon eclipse coming early tomorrow morning.
Our balm had faded to sand blown in the 40 mph winds as I stranded to hold my camera still at a 1/15 of a second at 1600 iso. All the while staving the 37 degree chill in my briefs and too thin shirt. The dogs thought me crazy and kept looking to see what the heck had the attention of their strange two legged leader. I quickly agreed and retreated from outside images to inside words and warm coffee. Image making is fun, but word-smithing can sometimes be a little more comfortable.
I don’t normally post such fuzzy grainy images, but I hope this will keep me from having to braving the 2:00 am call to the blood eclipse. I already gave. One needs to save their bravery as I have too little to spare.
” A good photograph is knowing where to stand.” Ansel Adams
I think I will stand inside. en theos monos ††† jim
One of the early bloomers here in the desert Southwest is this nickel sized prairie fleabane daisy. It was a challenge trying to catch an in focus image of this possessive little spider in our 35mph wind gust. I was fortunate to have gotten focus during a short lull in the wind. This little bee decided it was a good landing spot as well. The spider said no, and chased the tiny fellow along on his way.
It’s a jungle out there, go take a peak! en theos monos ††† jim
In the recent gusty wind of West Texas, one of our “dog warning” signs was blown from it’s post. I found Clovis laying near it with more of a sheepish look than a sheep dog. Before I could say anything of his presumed laziness, he reminded me that there are two signs, his “on guard” sign and another one that states the he ” can make it to the gate in 2.8 seconds can you?”
He can do that, and he can get there just as quick from either a laying or a standing position.
Let sleeping dogs lie. ††† en theos ††† jim
I found this feather seemingly floating in the air ala the intro from the movie The World According to Garp. It appeared to be unattached and just a blowing in the wind and never leaving. Of course life is a box a chocolates and there was just the thinnest of a spider web holding in in the midst of the air.
It is a lot like I feel. Going through the motions, but getting nowhere!
enjoy the chocolate ††† en theos ††† jimwork
Somedays you just have to look harder to find what is right in front of you.
It was a bit windy yesterday, and I sat by our little fountain while trying to make an image of a mud dauber at work. He was fighting the wind has much or more than me. I gave up attempting to stay in focus in the wind. He stayed with it and made me feel all the more a sluggard. I turned my attention to the slower moving bubbles and was fascinated how I could see the sharp image of the leaves on the bottom of the fountain in clear focus. I added some stars to the specular highlights via Knoll Light Factory photoshop plug in.
Does make oneself to try to be more mindful and take what you are given, not just what you want.
Peaceout ††† en theos ††† jlawrence
So sorry for the lack of posts the last week & a half. After fighting off a nasty case of the stomach flu, we headed to City Of Rocks State Park in New Mexico to meet up with our son, Joshua for a week.
Beautiful park with the freedom to climb, crawl and probe in and around several acres of huge boulders in the middle of nowhere. If you go there, be advised, there is neither Wi Fi nor a dump station around for 30 miles.
New Mexico and West Texas have a common friend this time of year, the wind. We spent a bit of time chasing hats and hoping our trailer would not blow over. The night skies were well worth the price of admission.
Pezful EZ fellin’ @U ††† en theos ††† jlawrence