Now, we have a beautiful little Jordan, the newest member of my extended family.
Black or white? One or the other? … There are conflicts that can only be settled by a single choice. … Work or life? Work or life?
I have never really been able to sacrifice my work life for my family life. Work has always been more important. It brings in money. It gives me the satisfaction of a job well done. I can control my work life. … There is no way to control family life. It is chaotic because it is filled with people of differing goals. … Like little Jordan, his goal was to join the rest of us on this planet when he wanted to come, not because his timing fit my work schedule.
Sometimes, work is life. And sometimes, work is the antithesis to life.
Repeatedly in my life I have sacrificed the family, more times than I can count, but not anymore. Thank you, baby Jordan.
I received a very fine complement on one of my flower macros. Actually, the complement used one macro image to refer to the quality of almost all my flower images. Thank you Vern. … Vern’s Link.
Back to today. 😉
After thinking about my response to his complement where I said something like, “Flowers are all over the place. You do not have to drive anywhere, and waste gas, nor are there other hidden costs for keeping your photo practice up-to-date.” … Or something like that.
I thought I might illustrate that statement. So I did. … That little image, of the tiny moss heads, was shot a couple hours ago. … The moss is from a potted plant in the back yard. The little instructional image following, also includes some extra information. … 🙂 Ok, not much extra information, but it does show how I got the background.
I love walking around with a Macro lens. Getting up close and personal with the small things I see in my world.
When you look through the viewfinder of any image that you are shooting, you decide some things, like what you want to include in the frame. A Macro, because it is looking at such a small thing has already eliminated 99.9% of the world around you. You have chosen to focus on the tiny bit of the world that has captured your attention. Now what?
One of the very cool things about a Macro lens, that all photographers know, but that many people who take pictures do not know, is that a Macro has an incredibly narrow depth of field. Depth of field is the photographic term for the range of acceptable focus where the images seems to be sharp, or is sharp enough to be called, “in focus.”
Any lens has a specific focus. Period. But, our eyes cannot tell the difference between super sharp focus, and really good focus, or even just good focus. …
Depth of Field Indicators
Sometimes we get a little help from the lens manufacturers. You will notice the difference on these two len’s barrels. …
The top one is an 85 mm portrait lens, and the indicators are, in green feet, and in white meters, and the list at the bottom is the f-stop of acceptable focus. … You can see that in the 85 mm lens, at f16, is about 7 feet to 13 feet from the focal plane of the camera.
While the acceptable range of focus on the 180 mm Macro, focused for a 1to1 macro is so tine as to be indiscernible, just looking at the lens.
So, in any photo you also can limit what is in the frame with acceptable focus. That focus limitation, or strength, depending on your application, is exaggerated when shooting a Macro.
It always amazes me when I get to looking at blog stats. For example, this image to the right, and the much larger version if you click on it, shows me how many unique visitors I have had on my site in the past two months, I include the past two months only, because I have just started writing in my blog after a year hiatus. Not surprisingly, most of my visitors are from the U.S.A., I live here. 😉 But, the few singletons from all over the world did surprise me. The truth is, I am not sure I know anyone in most of these countries. So, to you folk, visiting from the ethers, I say, “Hello! Welcome aboard! Enjoy yourselves. It is great to have you around, round, round, round; we get around.”
I push through space, through brightness, and shadow,
languidly pulsing my life force through the continuum.
On my tendrils the soft current of the breeze shallow
peaks my interest of tastes and sex. Tongues my medium
like agars replete with life, nourishing, and driving
my very self to reproduce. Bring me my mate, my bodied
complement, I search the flowing agar-agar for your scent.
Long has been my toil, my primal quest near atrophied.
Again, I catch the waft of your passing. Please, relent.
Rough banging upon my being, assailed by torrents maddened,
bereft of nourishing agar, cast upon the hardness of empty,
immobilized by I know not what, my tendrils movement dampened,
I long to be free. Yet, I feel the future of my passing entity.
My father was a Marine. I was a Marine. We lived the Marine Corps life from before I was born.
After growing to adulthood in the Military, I know it is a life I wish for all mankind. You will actively be taught new things. You will be given responsibilities way beyond of those of your non military peers. You will learn to love and honor your friends, your family, and life generally. And, you will protect those things you honor. Even protect them with your life, as so many have done before.
Some people think that the military types want, and even enjoy, war. Nothing could be further from the truth. Those people in the military are much closer to their friends moment by moment. They spend 24 hours a day with each other, and they know very deeply in their hearts how much it hurts having a friend die. They know it every day. The only people who feel this as deeply as those in the militaries, are the parents, husbands, and wives of the fallen. They also understand why they do what they do.
They honor us all.
From the first pledge in 1892 through all changes until 1954, all the pledge versions united the citizens of the U.S. of America, as equals. Then came the politicians who changed the pledge, so that they could get elected by dividing the people.
The Last Good Pledge-1924-1954, the one I recite, always, in honor of the citizens of my country, and what our soldiers have fought for.
“I pledge allegiance to the flag
of the United States of America,
and to the republic for which it stands;
one nation indivisible
with liberty and justice for all.”
When taking photos, some people judge what they see as unattractive. … I say,
“Quit judging your ephemeral beauty in todays images on your imaginary vision of your yesterdays image. Instead, look at the image of todays moment, and use todays image as a pointer to tomorrow. … To any image taken today, your five years into tomorrows self will always say, “See. Why can you not capture me like that guy did five years ago? I was beautiful then.”