It’s time to go switch laundry loads, but I’m procrastinating.
Category: Photography
Rainy Day
It’s disgusting out today. The sky looks like it would like to snow, but it’s too warm for that, so it’s alternating spitting and pouring rain on us. And it’s laundry day, which meant a trek to the other part of the building, which smells like rancid cigarettes and burnt eggs. The stompy girls’ skunky pot smoke is not nearly as offensive!
Polaroids
Overexposed
Medium
Underexposed
I’m still playing with pears, and with the Polaroid Land Camera Ms. Lea gave me. I don’t know if the film is bad, or maybe it’s not the correct film for the camera, or maybe the camera’s light meter is wonky (it does seem to understand that the shutter needs to stay open longer in low light, so that’s a start), or maybe the camera is just possessed by evil spirits. I’m not getting anything like decent–and my criteria for decent is low!–photos from it. They’re fun, though, because you never know what the camera is going to spit out.
Pears, Pears, and More Pears
I thought I’d take a couple of photos of them, while they were all lined up so nicely.
My plan, at least at this point, is to fill this whole journal with pears. For one thing, they are fun to draw, because their shapes are so irregular. Even if you have just one pear, all you have to do is turn it a few degrees and it’s a whole new piece of fruit. Second, I’m rusty and simply need the practice.
Third, the little encaustic I was working on awhile back, that I’d been planning on attaching 3D elements to, may be repurposed. I’m going to leave the background as is, but I’m seriously thinking of painting a row of pears on it, instead of bones and whatnot. I’ve had the board propped up on top of a bookcase for weeks now, and after living with it, I think pears are the answer.
We are nothing if not flexible, right? Also, a bit obsessive.
I Can Has the Precious?
I ran to the grocery store this morning, to buy more pears. They had a fairly decent selection, so I got four different kinds, two of each. As I was unbagging them and setting them on my drafting table, I suddenly realized that I had a dog plastered to my side.
She’s been sitting like that for about 15 minutes now. It’ll be interesting to see how long she holds out.
I think it’s safe to say that she really likes pears.
Friday Cat Blogging
I have a piece of ugly plastic carpet protector in the hallway, to keep me from tripping over the cable cord. Pandora has decided that it’s a fine place to sleep. I think the fact that it’s right in the middle of the walkway is why it appeals to her. She’s trying to kill me.
A Pear’s Demise
This is what happens when you leave your still life sitting on the coffee table, where the dog can reach it. I think it may be time for a trip to the grocery store.
I never got a chance to draw the stupid thing from this angle. Hrmf!
Bloodsuckers
Leech
Having never seen a leech in real life, I didn’t realize what this was when I took its picture. I went Googling for photos of the same kind of leech, hoping to identify it specifically, but didn’t find any. I can say, though, that looking at pictures of leeches while eating your mid-morning snack is not something I’d recommend. Ugh. Compared to some of the photos I looked at, this little guy is quite charming.
Happy damned Tuesday!
Belt of Venus and Clouds at Sunset
This was the view from my patio at 6:48pm.
I sometimes feel a little weird leaving the patio blinds open so late, because I know that if there is anyone in the back field, they can see in; but on the other hand, if I closed them as soon as it started to get dark, I would miss stuff like this. I looked up from reading, and saw a wonderful pink tinged, rippled sky. The pink had faded from the clouds in the time it took to grab my camera, but there was still enough light to get a passable photo of the clouds.
Karma in a Small World
Ornamental Grass
Remember my ID holder that I dropped in the bank parking lot? Well, one of my coworkers came up to me today and asked me if I’d gotten my driver’s license back, yet. Huh? He was the one who found it in the bank parking lot. He said that, just as he was handing it to the teller, he recognized the picture. It was too late to just keep it and give it to me, himself, or he would have. Of course, then, I wouldn’t have gotten a call from the bank, and if I’d’ve noticed it was missing, I would have spent the rest of the weekend in a snit. So it’s probably best that he did turn it in, instead of waiting and giving it back to me at work today.
How weird is that?!
red paper boat 