This one is a little different from yesterday’s. The colors are cooler, and I used more flash. The downside of that is that there is a shadow in the lower left corner, but the fun side effect is that the tiny little hairs on the blooms sparkle like glitter. They look like they’ve been dusted with flecks of mica.
This was taken with limited flash. With a point-and-shoot camera, you have to fool the sensor or the shutter will stay open too long, resulting in a blurry image. So what I usually do is hold my hand over the flash. Sometimes I block it all out, and others, I let a little bit of light escape. This time, I did the latter.
I processed this one a little differently from Monday’s violets, so the color is warmer.
Via Boing Boing, according to the Library of Congress blog, LoC has created a Flickr account and is allowing folks to tag the 3000+ photos hosted there.
This is very, very cool.
Mount Gilead Cemetery, Bloomington, Indiana
I took this last September, but I ran out of room on my memory card, so it was stuck on my camera’s internal memory. I finally found the USB cord for my camera last night and was able to download a bunch of old images. I’ve cropped and done a little minor Photoshopping. You can see the original here.
It flurried most of the morning, but in the early afternoon, the sky cleared and turned a gorgeous shade of blue. There was a perfect Belt of Venus this evening, too, but I was too busy watching it to take pictures.
No art again today, but there will be something tomorrow. Now, though, it’s way past my bedtime, and a sore throat has been teasing me all day, so I’m going to bed. If Mr. Upstairs wakes me up again tonight, I may have to kick him in the shins. I finally complained about him blasting talk radio all night in the room above my bedroom (boy, does that ever make for weird dreams!), so now he’s spending the night plonking away at the keyboard. How on earth he thinks that’s an improvement is beyond me. There’s something seriously wrong with that man.
I think this may have come from my mom. It hangs from a plastic clip that is attached to a string. When you pull the string, his teeth chatter. He’s currently dangling from the handle of one of my kitchen cabinets.
The head of the department has a lovely African violet plant sitting on her bookcase. It’s been blooming its little head off.
My Window
I was hoping that, when one of my coworkers retired, I would be able to upgrade to her cubicle. It’s in the back of the room, by the window, so it’s nice and quiet. Unfortunately, someone with more seniority than I requested it, so it went to her. That meant that her cube was up for grabs, though.
At first, I was tempted to stay put, because the move would put me closer to the serials department, and they are a rowdy bunch. However, I decided that the pros outweighed the cons, so this afternoon, we played musical cubicles. (This is not a fun game, by the way, as it involves the moving of approximately a brazillion books.)
After getting somewhat settled, I decided that the view from my new cubicle is actually better than that from the coveted cubicle, so I’m glad things worked out this way. Now, if the sun ever comes out again, I’ll be able to see it!
If you like to burn tea lights (and I do), then be careful not to put the dish containing them on top of your television. Like I did. Because, if you do, you might find that they melt the teevee. Apparently, heat + plastic = meltiness. Who knew?!
This was taken yesterday. Those puffy little clouds are sometimes a precursor for precipitation. When I got up this morning, it had sleeted during the night, and the day was grey and foggy and generally disgusting. Last night’s sunset, though, was gorgeous.
red paper boat 