Posts Tagged ‘images’
Fly Away
There are days that I would if I could. Fly away, that is.
I recently moved our trail cam out into the open for a change, aiming it at the upward slope of the driveway in the direction toward the road which is out of sight over the hill. I wasn’t expecting to see too much in the way of wild life at this location, but instead was curious how it would do to record vehicles coming and going.
When we are in the house, cars and even delivery trucks will come and go without us noticing.
After a few days of photos, I declare it does okay for capturing auto traffic, but it is not very consistent about when it picks up the motion. Varying speed of the vehicles would make some sense as one explanation, except the speed is probably pretty similar at that point. I know I was driving very slow when it almost missed my car arriving home from work yesterday.
One thing we have noticed about putting the camera out in the open is that we get a LOT of empty, or almost empty shots as a result of bird activity. At the same time, capturing a bird at just the right moment of flight can be a real treat.
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Rare Specimen
Last night as I was coming down the stairs from our loft, I stepped over something that I most often ignore, but this time it snagged my attention. I felt it deserved to be recorded for posterity.
There lie before me the rare brown-spotted, long-armed yellow monkey, bandaged with flower print duct tape, face down in peaceful repose.
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Wheels Rollin’
My favorite photos from cycling are usually ones taken on the road from the bike. When I remember, I carry my pocket camera in my jersey so I can slip my hand through the strap and pull it out for shots on the fly. Unlike my sure-handed friend, Rich, who deftly wields his iPhone for photos from his bike, I want the comfort of knowing the wrist strap will back me up when I fumble the grip.
Even when I remember to have the camera at the ready, usage requires I have ample space to allow my bike to wander off course a bit in the act of capturing shots. I have a tendency to float across lanes when I twist my torso around to compose a view behind me.
Good shots can be had when a lot of bikers are bunched up, but those are not times I feel safe to be veering off course in the act of shooting.
Although the majority of this year’s Tour of Minnesota was on bike trails, there were still a few occasions when we were out on the open road. With only minimal traffic and an ongoing intermittent rumble strip to deal with, we had opportunity to spread out and stretch our legs.
It was good to have a little variation from the monotonous, albeit beautiful, miles of railroad-grade paved trails.
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At one point we came upon a crew repaving the road. We simply joined the autos in waiting a turn to pass through the construction zone.
It felt a little too exposed to be on a bicycle, just a few feet away from fresh steaming hot asphalt, large dump trucks, and huge steam rollers crawling along as we rode through.
Some riders cannot resist the urge to stop and shop whenever we come upon garage sales. It pays to have a way to carry new treasures when shopping by bike.
Doobie is one to find a way when his muse hits. Light saber on the backpack, stuffed python snake wrapped around the bike frame. He doesn’t let anything bog down his free wheelin’.
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No Reason
I just feel like posting some pictures. I invite you to take a break and let them take you somewhere…
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Vantage Point
While sprawled on the living room rug after a mere single rep of planking, after leaving the couch because I was tired of wasting time waiting for a page to load, I watched the scenes of dinnertime unfolding before me from the unique vantage point.
It was entertaining and I was feeling exceedingly lethargic, so I laid there for a long time, propped on my elbows reading until the meal was served.
Cyndie grilled pork chops, and served them with sweet potatoes and corn on the cob. It was delicious.
She feeds me like I’m a king. I can never thank her enough for the elegant culinary luxuries she bestows upon me. Especially when it involves walking around me as I lay on the floor like a slug, watching her move to and fro in the actions of her craft.
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Ponder This
Time changes everything. Time has a tendency of changing my memories. I’ve been told that each time I remember something, the memory morphs a little bit.
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When I mentally visualize plans for the future, the conjured perceptions in my mind have the same “look” to me as when I am revisiting my memories.
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What if, in the present moment, I imagine a future occasion where I re-experience something I remember from the past?
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Relative Something 