Off to a flying start this Thursday. The job that pays the bills is just about complete and I can return to the hobbies I have and the wonderful family and friends I cherish. Got the batteries all charged up and heading out this evening to capture a few frames in between the errands I have to run. I got playing around when I was cleaning up my office and put a few things down on my studio table. (aka our first kitchen table).
I was going to do something with rose petals being the coming Valentines holiday is coming. But then I saw two old chrome lug nuts from my Crager Mach 8 mags from the old days. Don’t know why, just seemed like a nice contrast so I snapped a few frames. And of course unplanned ideas come up with cheesy titles for the post like “Petals 2 the Metal.”
I trying to pick up the camera now even when I don’t think of something specific I’m shooting. And do I need the practice. I haven’t scratched the surface of making good images yet, but I’m on the way. I have to operate on more than sheer luck and having my eyes open.
Well aren’t these boring? I guess I should edit better and just choose one.
After I shot them I found flaws in most of them I didn’t like but what the hell. Its my new mantra – shoot and learn.
I’m excited again about learning in all of my professions. So time to get out of this chair and petal on.
Random Thoughts of the Day
If you desire to be a creative person. It’s like Christmas when you have idea storms.
I really miss having a powerful V8 under my right foot. But I realize I’ll live a lot longer because I don’t.
So our President wants a military parade. I’m thinking of something far different from highlighting the industrial military complex. Each town in this country should have a parade for all the veterans. Then they all should go to the nearest military cemetery and pay their respects there. Then down to volunteer at a local Veterans hospital. That would be a true parade for our Military.
There is a guy with a chainsaw in the next neighborhood that has been cutting for 7 of the last 8 days. And I mean cutting.
I have found the point in the week that I can breathe again.
Alarm rings, reminding me of chores and errands. So I must leave this realm for a short while. But “I’ll be BACH”