This is my first attempt at light painting.
In total darkness, the camera is focused on the subject with the aperture wide open. The shutter is set for a time release, so it stays open until you manually close it. While the shutter is open a light source “paints” the subject. The light is the only thing that shows up in the picture.
Hmmm, I need a steadier hand and waaaay more practice.
Thought for the Day: Don’t think about making art, just get it done. Let everyone else decide if its good or bad, whether they love it or hate it. While they are deciding, make even more art. Andy Warhol
I arrived in Verdigre, Nebraska just in time to witness the intersection of two cultures: one current and one from centuries past.
The UPS truck pulled up to the curb and made an abrupt stop next to the horse-drawn carriage. The truck door flew open, the driver jumped out with a small box in his hand, and sprinted to the business owner’s front door. Just another routine overnight delivery of something urgently needed from halfway around the world.
The horse stood motionless, barely noticing the hustle and bustle going on next to him. The horse’s owner came out of the bank across the street and strolled over to his vehicle. He untied the horse, casually climbed into the buggy, and headed north on Main street. By this time, the UPS driver was returning to his truck, and sped off to his next destination, quickly overtaking the horse and buggy. The horse, unfazed by the truck’s 200 horses roaring by, continued down the street. The rhythmic sound of the horse’s clip-clopping down Main St. hung in the air long after the UPS truck faded away in the distance.
Thought for the Day: Once you stop rushing through life, you will be amazed at how much more life you have time for. Anonymous
When I was a young lad, my Mom would say, “Jeepers! Look at that DIRT behind your ears, you could grow potatoes in there!” Then the wash rag would scrub all the skin off the back of my ears.
I didn’t really know what she meant by that, but from the sound of her voice, I could tell I was dirty. But, why would I want to plant potatoes behind my ears?
I just finished digging this year’s crop of potatoes, Yukon Golds. As I was turning over the soil, my mother’s words came back to me. Yeh, it takes a lot of dirt to grow potatoes.
Thought for the Day: A lucky person is someone who plants pebbles and harvests potatoes. Greek Proverb
What is it about tractors that attracts little boys? Little boys also like big trucks, bulldozers, back hoes, bobcats, and school buses, but nothing compares to their love for tractors. Both city boys and country boys. Adam must have loved the smell of diesel fuel in the Garden of Eden, and that gene has passed on to every generation since.
This 2.5 year old climbed up into the cab of this $300,000 (sale price) tractor at the Iowa State Fair; eight feet above the pavement didn’t seem to phase him. He was thrilled to be up there by himself, without his Dad or big brother, in full control. He told me, “Shut the door, Papa”, which translated to “Take a hike”.
Once the door was shut, I had to take this photo through the window. Not the best, but his unbridled joy came beaming through the reflected glass.
Thought for the Day: I wish you all the joy that you can wish. Shakespeare
Iowa State Fair
I submitted four photos to the Iowa State Fair and two were selected to be displayed at the Fair’s 75th Annual Photographic Salon. About 4,000 entries were made from over 1,000 photographers from 20 states, but only 22% were selected to be displayed at the salon..
This is the photo I submitted in the People category, a picture of my grandson’s first bath after his birth. The subject of the photo, now 2, is being held by his father next to the photo.
My photos didn’t win any ribbons or honorable mention, but I was happy to have them selected in my first attempt at the Iowa State Fair. I guess I made the team, but rode the bench. Maybe next year I’ll get some playing time.
Thought for the Day: Do not lose hold of your dreams or aspirations. For if you do, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live. Henry David Thoreau
Grand Theater – Grand Island, NE
Talk about “retro”! This beautiful old theater in Grand Island, Nebraska has been refurbished and brought back to life in the style of its glory years.
The marquee, the neon lights, the font used in the theater’s name, the facing on the exterior walls, and the ticket window are just like they were in the 30’s or 40’s. Looking in the window, the interior looked original too. The restoration is fabulous.
I wonder if they show a newsreel and cartoon before the main show?
Thought for the Day: People are always asking me when I’m going to retire. Why should I? I’ve got it two ways: I’m still making movies, and I’m a senior citizen so I can see myself at half-price. George Burns.
Just west of Ord, Nebraska on state highway 11, near Elyria, NE (pop. 51) is a prominent sign for a pick-your-own pea patch. You can’t miss the sign, famous last words, but the American Flag wind sock and broken down pick-up truck are there to wake up the heavy-eyed drivers coming out of Cherry County.
I don’t care for peas much, so I didn’t stop to check it out. Besides, it was raining. But, if you ever need fresh peas, now you know where to find them.
Thought for the Day: Me and Jenny goes together like peas and carrots. Forrest Gump