Sometimes photographs don’t need much, if any, commentary. I am fortunate that I follow many talented photographers who provide excellent images and equally titillating commentary. I don’t know if this image even comes close, but I like it (if that counts).
These blossoms may be this year’s last salute to a pleasant summer for us in the Midwestern United States. These Geraniums have bloomed several times, but I think this will be their last until Spring. Hence, the hurrah!
I think sometimes we, as people, reflect the natural environment around us…or could it be the other way around? Either way, I pray Texans will see such beauty again and soon after the flood waters recede.
I have been a high performance kind of guy (gearhead for short) since I was old enough to understand speed and cars. I came of age during the Muscle Car Era, and weekly racing was as common as going out to grab a soda or beer (underaged at that time). I owned several muscle cars including a ’67 mustang, ’69 Mopar Superbee with six-pack carbs, and a ’70 Roadrunner with dual quad carbs. I didn’t have the bucks to really add more horsepower as many of my friends did, but it was still a blast and good memories. I set no records, but had a lot of thrills.
Below you will see two images: one of a magnificent horse in the early morning sunlight on a cold day (one of my favorite images) and a combination of that same horse with a diesel-electric locomotive pulling a southwest bound load of coal cars to some power plant.
I love horses for their majestic beauty, sheer strength and independence. I love fast cars with their mind-boggling horsepower as that of a dragster or funny car with almost 8,000 horsepower! Try zero to 300 mph at less than 4 seconds in a quarter mile and you will begin to understand these rockets on wheels.
However, without the horse, how could man develop a symbol for power! Besides, the horse is a God-given creation whereas a machine is a God-given adaptation of the original design. Both are important, but my money is on the original.
Dual horsepower with the original in the fore-ground. Isn’t he wonderful…the horse)?
BTW, I was a locomotive engineer for several years!
There is no getting around the fact that each day we grow older. There are zero exceptions although many try to defy this reality by behaving and dressing and looking younger than they really are. As children, we don’t give aging a second thought because it is inconceivable. By the time we hit adolescence we think we are invincible and still don’t give aging any thought, except to acquire a driver’s license. As young adults and married couples, we are so busy with life’s demands that we don’t dwell on growing old. When we become middle aged, we are supposedly at the peak of our earning potential and enjoying life so we shrug off aging. It’s not until we begin to take care of our parents that the reality of mortality really hits home. Besides, there are more aches and pains than in the past.
Growing old is not a bad thing, at least if one is reasonably healthy and has his or her basic needs met. In fact, some of the youngest people I know are in their seventies and eighties! They don’t think old, but are wise and intelligent. They enjoy life and others. They help those who really need help. They become role models to their grandchildren and others who respect them.
This old farmstead has aged. It served those well who built it and utilized its resources. Over time, I believe the owners and family adapted as well as they could due to the changing culture. But, at some point, the usefulness hit a dead end. The barn with silo and pastures outlived their purpose and fell into disarray. It troubles me to witness such neglect, but the owner’s story could be a difficult one and there may not have been the resources or need to keep up this place. It’s possible the original owners were honorable and hard working people, respected by all. As a side note, I like old barns. For me there is something magical about them, and I enjoy photographing them, as well. Rather a paradox…disliking the neglect, but enjoying the result.
While visiting my dentist the other day he shared with me about his changing life. One daughter just got married. One daughter finished school and works for him as a hygienist. The last daughter will be attending college next year. He then mentioned that at this point in his life he has began thinking about his legacy. I understood what he meant, but I couldn’t really relate. Many people focus on their legacy with respect to their posterity and position in society. There certainly is nothing wrong with doing so, it’s just that I never have. Whatever I am and do (and have done) will speak for itself after I am gone. I simply hope the positives outweigh the negatives and I have blessed others along the way.
Two young boys riding their bicycles along the boardwalk of a small town at sunset. Such a peaceful image…and it was. Everything about this scene translated to tranquility as Cheryl and I ate dinner along this beautiful coastline. These little guys were an added bonus as they were undoubtedly riding to meet their mother nearby to go home. No fear of anything which is how life should be, especially at their age-even though this locale is a tourist destination.
I wish all places throughout our world were like this; peaceful and serene. However, such is not the case. I am grateful we found this secluded refuge. I only wish millions of so many unfortunate children could experience this same dynamic.
Cherish the simple blessings in life…that’s what I tell myself. And, I do.
A month ago I voluntarily had surgery on my right hand; more specifically on my thumb. I had a condition where I over used my thumb by gripping things and squeezing things very hard and often over the course of many years. The pain started about ten years ago, but gradually became worse to the point where I could barely hold a pen or pencil and write legibly. Grabbing a glass became painful and squeezing the handle on a hose sprayer impossible to do. I tried on multiple occasions steroid shots and for a while they helped, but eventually didn’t. The base of my thumb which adjoins my hand bone had no cartilage (cushion) between them which created the pain plus the ligaments were badly worn out. The only alternative was surgery or not use my right hand which is my predominate hand for just about everything. I can’t really tell by this photograph of my x-ray where the exact problem lies, but the surgeon knew, thankfully!
Both images were taken before surgery. I am healing know, but the doctor says it may take up to six months to feel normal again, and up to a year to be 100%. Immediately after the surgery the pain was intense, but it diminishes as each day passes.
I share all of this not because I want you to feel sorry for me…far be it. I am very grateful that medical science can correct such a defect (my hope anyway). My overall purpose for this post is to share with you an insight I had since I the operation.
It seems to me that often to correct a problem, we have to make the decision to inflict a certain amount of pain or discomfort. Far too many of us are too comfortable to do just that. I was. Look at the world scene today…what a mess we are in. America alone has multiple serious issues we have tried to correct over decades, but haven’t. I realize this is a vague statement. However, the rest of the world seems to have little hope of correcting the problems of disease, malnutrition, slavery, adolescent sex trade, gross injustices, hatred, poverty, religious and ethnic persecution, economic crisis and so on.
At some point, we, as a human race must join together to correct all that is wrong in our world. I believe God will eventually do so, but wouldn’t it be wonderful if for a moment we could all agree on something of benefit for humankind? I chose to have this surgery out of necessity. It seems to me that there are far more important necessities awaiting us to correct. I pray that we would all work toward the solution to these great issues that affect us today rather than continuing to be part of the problem. Idealistic? Yes. Hopeful? Yes. However, won’t you join me anyway…even if it is a bit painful at first?
Infra-red thermal imagining technology. I understand that this title is not on everyone’s radar. It didn’t used to be on mine. However, after a prolonged career in the design-build industry of commercial construction, I was ready for a paradigm shift in vocations. I see an opportunity to not only earn an income in this break-thru technology, but perhaps in the artistic/imaging area of photography. I continue to play with possibilities. In the meantime, I focus on what value is already in-place with this vital technology. I believe most folks will see some benefit from it’s use. I hope to help my clients and friends realize the value in this technology.
Obviously, this is a photo of my Jeep after I just parked it. The engine is hot so it heats the front end of the vehicle and reveals warmer colors. The cooler colors show a less heat-intensive image. Think of the possibilities this technology offers. Everything from electrical equipment analysis, mechanical equipment overheating, abnormal heating of various types of equipment to the imaging of walls, ceilings and insulation, and even equine and human joint imaging.
I have been in the commercial and residential fields of construction for thirty years and wish I had come across this dynamic technology ten tears ago. From building envelopes and energy loss to minute mechanical analysis, this technology can reveal things the eye cannot see…preventing catastrophic failures during production due to unexpected power outages.
I recently became a Level III thermographer via Infraspections Institute, the leading IR training company anywhere. I still have much to learn from direct application, but this much I know: expert training is critical to providing this service to commercial industries and residential structures. Email me, if you would like more honest information.
I also thought about using this technology as an artistic medium. I have much to do to practice my technique, but please look at the image below. Thanks!
This is a Turkey Vulture. He has his wings outstretched and back to the sun in an effort to warm his entire body. This is a common practice. I happened to see him as I began my early morning walk. I ran back to my car and grabbed my camera. His back was to me, but he didn’t seem to mind that I was walking closer to him.
As I drew closer he turned his head one way and then the other to watch me. He didn’t seem too concerned. The wingspan is typically 6 feet tip-to-tip!
As I stated, he didn’t seemed concerned about my presence and simply went back to exposing his back to the early morning sun. Perhaps he knew he was safe at 35 feet. I happened to meet a couple of gals taking an early morning walk as we looked upon this sight. They said matter-of-factly that this guy perches on their nearby decks daily. No, they don’t appreciate that and consider him ugly and intimidating. I suppose I would, too! However, from this vantage point, I thought him fascinating. Hope you discover something fascinating this week.