This is what my eye saw shortly after midnight on March 31. The silvery streaks are ice on apple branches and the golden spheres are caused by sodium light shining through the raindrops on my office window.
This is what the camera saw:
Perhaps it is just as well that cameras don’t have creative imaginations. What do you think about that?
He who is the faithful witness to all these things says,
“Yes, I am coming soon!”
Amen! Come, Lord Jesus!
Last evening, I saw a bit of color in the sky. It wasn’t spectacular, but it looked just right for my purpose. I wanted to test the automatic settings on my new camera. I had worked enough with the point-and-shoot unit that I knew how to get it to do what I wanted. Would the new one work as well?
The following shots are straight from the camera. I only resized the images, no cropping and no other processing.
A wide-angle shot captures the context
Before I clicked, the display indicated “Strong Back Light.” To my surprise the shutter activated twice on this shot. Then the screen said the camera was processing. What you see above is what came out.
I zoomed in to capture the sunset part of the scene. I expected to see more color.
A larger percentage of sky left the foreground darker
There is one part of the second picture that looked interesting. To look closer, I zoomed in yet again.
Looks almost like a surfer
In two minutes, I had concluded my experiments with satisfaction. One more done with many, many more to go.
Today, most of the Christian world observes Christ’s sacrifice on the cross. His final words are translated thus: “It is finished.” The Greek word is “tetelestai.” That word is a term of commerce that was used to indicate that a debt had been paid. Today, we would be more likely to use “Paid in Full.” Do enjoy the day.
Sylvia and a few other women took the children roller skating last night. And . . .
News
Called from the meeting
Sylvia on Roller skates
Fell upon her wrist
Not really her doctor.
Help Sought
Emergency Room
This night it is filled with folks
Each with their own need
The fall resulted in a distal radius fracture. In other words, she broke her wrist. She’s doing well, but the next six weeks should be interesting.
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Do you remember the radio program, X Minus One? It was, in their own words:
“. . . Adventures in which you will live in a million could-be years on a thousand maybe worlds.“
I really liked that program, but they don’t do that on radio these days. That genre doesn’t do as well (for me) on a screen–be it big or little.
Are modern minds being limited and imagination stifled? I hope not.
Free-range
My mind wanders far,
Time, space impose no limits,
Imagination.
Last Friday the moon was at first quarter. I tried to get a better image with my new camera. It was better, but not yet what I want.
Moon at 1st quarter – 3/27/’15
The resulting image was improved with thanks to PhotoShop Elements 8. I have since discovered something (read part of the manual) that should work better. I’ll have to try that soon. I’d just like to have a clear night that’s not so icy cold.
Obligatory post of an outdoor scene (my pic from another time)
I was in a meeting recently, and from where I sat I could look out a window. I tried to stay alert and attentive, but my mind went for a walk. I tried to get it back, but once again it strayed. My third attempt was also an exercise in futility. Then the wayward one spoke clearly to me
The Sun Calls
Brightly the sun shines
Inviting me to come, play
But I’m trapped indoors.
Has this ever happened to you?
Yesterday, I posted an animated gif of the neighbor applying liquid bovine stuff to the field behind our house. The yellow house in the background is where neighbors, Curt and Meghan, live. On FB, Meghan posted the comment that she hoped the reason the field looked so brown was that it had recently been tilled. It had. Less than 24 hours after applying the fertilizer, the neighbor was tilling it under. That should protect and preserve the precious resource.
Heave ho and under it goes
I find it interesting that the farmer plants corn. At harvest time he chops it up and hauls it to storage. That corn will feed his cattle for the next year. The solid waste from the cattle is spread on the field the next spring. Thus continues a cycle. (Or is it a recycle?)
Of course the farmer doesn’t grow corn here every year. He alternates corn and soy beans. (Does that make it a bi-cycle?)
The field was tilled on Tuesday, and that night we had rain. It [for the most part] washed the air clean.
You can avoid a few hours of seemingly unpleasant odors by living in suburbia or the city. I wouldn’t want to miss all of the goodness of this rural setting. As a farmer friend says, “That, Chuck, is the smell of money.” I would add that is also an essential step in bringing good things to your dinner table and mine.
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