Last week I stumbled across a post that was entitled “The 10 photos that every photographer will attempt”. It had things like sunset at a beach, running water, fog, trees and several other cliches that we see all too often.
Somehow reading that articles caused a block to form. A resistance to produce an image of anything that might be considered trite. I sat this morning and bemoaned the task of finding a photo to post. All out of the fear of being perceived as having the same vision and producing meaningless images.
Out here in the desert and living in ranch country, windmills become a “go to” subject. I see a great sunset coming and I gravitate to the nearest windmill. Somehow they become the beach, the trees, the ordinary trite and overdone images of the west.
So with a bit of ado, I give you my latest windmill. I can’t help myself. Last week while in New Mexico, I even purchased a print of another photographer’s gorgeous print of what else, a windmill.
Try to crawl out of your box. en theos monos ††† jim
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
Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
Breeze driftin’ on by, you know how I feel
It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me.
Yeah, it’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me, ooooooooh…
And I’m feelin’ good.Fish in the sea, you know how I feel
River runnin’ free, you know how I feel
Blossom on the tree, you 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
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.
Hope you’re feeling good! ††† en theos ††† jimwork
My tribute to James Dean, what can I say about such an American icon. I’ll just go with a brief portion from Wikipedia.
James Byron Dean (February 8, 1931 – September 30, 1955) was an American actor.He is a cultural icon of teenage disillusionment, as expressed in the title of his most celebrated film, Rebel Without a Cause (1955), in which he starred as troubled Los Angeles teenager Jim Stark. The other two roles that defined his stardom were as loner Cal Trask in East of Eden (1955), and as the surly ranch hand, Jett Rink, in Giant (1956). Dean’s enduring fame and popularity rests on his performances in only these three films, all leading roles. His premature death in a car crash cemented his legendary status.
Dean was the first actor to receive a posthumous Academy Award nomination for Best Actor and remains the only actor to have had two posthumous acting nominations. In 1999, the American Film Institute ranked Dean the 18th best male movie star on their AFI’s 100 Years…100 Stars list.
and then there was his signature as cool as the dude.
Pezful EZ Feelin’ @U ††† en theos ††† jlawrence
Windmill In The Wind
As the windmill turns with the wind,
the storm brings much needed rain.
With each drop, renewal begins,
relieving the parched land its pain.
Sweet water of the Earth, life’s essence,
within the wind, the windmill drinks.
Storing the source within a pond,
bringing the desert from the brink.
Noses catching the scent of rain,
wild Burro’s enjoy their play.
Turns the windmill as the wind blows,
clouds block the sun, blessing shade.
The land breathes a sigh of relief.
Life is given back once again.
The clouds empty themselves of rain,
as the windmill turns with the wind. Paula Swanson Sept 13, 2010
Let the wind blow your windmill today†††en theos†††jim
Okay, I missed most of the snow earlier this week, so I got one of those rare do-overs. The snow started falling this afternoon about 1:00pm and it is still a coming down almost 5 hours later.
This is my best Currier & Ives albeit a West Texas version. Like a good (now there’s an oxymoron) country song you got a pick-up truck, cactus, a windmill, and I’m quite sure there is a beer bottle or two under snow, right next to a broken heart. Oh and I almost forgot, there is Grace posing as a West Tx herding dog…..en theos†††jim
We spent the last six days camping in our trailer at Seminole State Park, TX.
We had cloudy, cold, windy and rainy days, but all in all it was a great trip. We grabbed a little sunshine and managed to hike a total of 20 miles over 3 of the days that we were given.
Live is about taking what you get, not always about what you want…….en theos……….j lawrence
The moon rose as the windmill squeaked it’s revolutions in cadence with the wind. How it all travels in circles. The objects we see and marvel at that really do little do but reflect the light. I ponder for a moment that it is no wonder I feel that I travel in mostly circles. Most everything does. The great mystery is to discover how to shine and not merely reflect…….nada te turbe….jim.
and it is still 2 moon rises until our Harvest Moon…….enjoy…nada te turbe