Texture on the hiking trail
Texture of light and brick in Sacramento
And what about the elastic texture of time? It flies smoothly when having fun, yet drags roughly when dutifully dogging work.
I’ve not had time to capture or create an image to express this taffy-pull challenge of returning to work, that necessary reality tugging time from photography. And, therein lies the rub of my existential Which Way Photo Challenge: take time to make a living or make time to take a photo.
All hail the end of the COVID-battical!
Looking into the window of a lighting shop in Sacramento.
Early sun landing on the airport hangar rooftops in Truckee, as seen through the window.
“May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ”: “‘… my disciple must … take up their cross and follow me …’ ‘… learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.’”
Last full moon waning — last on the DSLR
Last trail trekked — last on the cell camera
All out of gas
not that it matters when you break down on the trail
Denim by candlelight with some light reading companions
Texture and spots … lines and dots … brown and dirty … ghostly Bodie, CA.
Initially posted in color in April 2014, I just converted the above image into a black and white pencil sketch.
First posted in September 2012 in black and white, this Yosemite view has long been one of my favorites.
Previously in de-saturated color in December 2012, the lines and texture seem to pop better in black and white.
After seeing real rainy pics, I began playing, or should I sing, “Dancing in the rain!”?
After the rain, as the day ends, the setting sun ignites the clearing clouds.
Early evidence of warmer days grows between a rock and a hard freeze.
“… the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!”
For every bark, there is a season.
“a season for every activity under the heavens: … a time to uproot …
… a time to tear down …
… a time to scatter …
… a time to embrace … and a time for peace.”