Sense of Touch: Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge

Here is my set of interesting shots for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Sense of Touch. It’s quite interesting to photograph things that normally wouldn’t be that great of interest to me, but yet another photo challenge refines my photographic eye (and hopefully memory).

Touching a light pole - cold and hard
My hand touching a light pole – cold and hard. The world is upside down because I thought this looked more interesting that way.
Touch
Prickly weeds – I’ve learned not to touch these but the lawn mower has a field day with them
Touch
Water coming down from the house spigot
Touch
The monster weed in greater detail
Touch
My cat on a soft bed of pillows – a combination of soft things
Touch
Sharp – the edge of this can lid that I cut my finger on a few days ago. Ouch!
Touch
Dandelion – soft, delicate, and expendable
Touch
Hard rock – literally. A close up of a crack in the driveway which looks like it contains a deep chasm of inescapable porportions.
Touch
Plastic Chewbacca
Touch
U can touch this weed
Touch
What use is a golf ball without a club?
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WPC: Macro Friday

There seems to be beauty and importance in even the most mundane of objects. By capturing the up close details of something small and rather passable, you get an idea of just how complex life and physics can be at a micro scale.
Discarded CupThis was a plastic cup lying in someone’s yard today. I framed it and by doing some fun post processing in the old Adobe, I picked up the cracks and line along the body. Pine ConeI’ve never gotten an up close picture of a pine cone so clear until today. The individual layers appear so sharp and I can see that everyone of them has a little notch in the center, like ears of a cat.
Fire Hydrant ChainThe red chain of a fire hydrant. Water ReservoirThe cover of a water reservoir or storage unit, near the fire hydrant, though I’m not sure what it is exactly. I’m able to see that the letters obviously were cast in a dye.
Tail PipeThe exhaust pipe of my mom’s Ford. A long dark tunnel of grit and rust.


In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Close Up.”

Photo 101: Day 4 – Bliss

May 13: Bridge of Youth
A girl walks onto the bridge over Cascades pond in this early May 2014 photo.

The innocence of youth is bliss, as is clearly being shown in this picture of a young girl gazing out over this bridge over untroubled waters. This shot was captured quite unexpectedly; I was just going to photograph the bridge simply and have a pleasant nature shot but then enters this child in front of my view. The creative side of me instantly showed a great opportunity to make an even better shot. Anytime there is a subject in one of my pictures, whether young or old, a message can be formed and deeper meanings can be accessed. She had no idea she was photographed; I don’t believe I was being a sort of creep while taking this, I just saw the perfect opportunity and ran home with it. I believe I heard her mother calling after her to come back or be careful. Someday this child will grow up, go on to do whatever is destined in her life, and might stumble across this photo one day and say “Hey, that’s me, but who took that picture?” She will never know it was me and that is the blissful innocence on both sides of the lens. Though her mother might still remember, in her old age, might remember seeing a young man in black snapping a picture with a small camera as the girl stepped onto the bridge and then going back to his daily life. I never saw the mother, only the girl who formed the Bridge of Youth and Innocence.

#photo101

Amateur Tent-Makers

With constant reminders that we, the mix and match bunch from Michigan, will be going away for about seven days to live like village people, I have been wondering just how we are going to survive. Yes, we will have tents and lots of other gear such as bug spray and flashlights but actually living in the great outdoors without the magnetic force of a computer nearby is rare. Sure, I have been camping before, at Mystic Lake in fifth grade, but I got to stay in a nice heated cabin with electricity and a bunk bed, not lying on the ground as a huge thundercloud rages over. There was also a nice bathroom near the cabin that I visited frequently during the night. Where we are going, there won’t be those luxuries, which is a challenge I like and am ready to face. Of course, it is not going to be true wilderness – the place is going to be regulated – but being out there with nature is something a lot of people should invest part of their life in.

A lot of people waste their summer, though, sitting in front of screens playing mindless computer games or banging on plastic toy drums that sound like (censored). Of course, not everyone has a readily accessible pool right near their house that they are not responsible for keeping cleaned and maintained (which becomes such a chore that you feel like giving up and wonder why you bought the damn thing). Our Windham Hills pool is great because it provides a place for the community to cool off and relax after a hard day. It’s open to just about anyone nowadays – the check in/check out list isn’t enforced very well and there isn’t always a hired pool attendant/supervisor down there who even cares. Still, there is some control. Kids that are wild and rambunctious will be told to stop or get kicked out. I find it really annoying when a kid makes a huge cannonball jump in the water and I get the full force of the splash. There is hardly anyone of my age group down there also, since it’s mostly kids who barely know how to count and are still in the early stages of elementary school.

Most of the clan came up to the water hole today as well as the rest of the neighborhood. I like to have room to spread my arms out and do a few laps around the pool but with it looking like the Atlantic Ocean during the aftermath of the Titanic sinking I mostly stick to one spot, near my odd but loving family. Yeah, they are all misfits in their god-given ways and wouldn’t come within twenty feet of Hollywood but my folks are simple, easy to get along with, and live their life without caring what others say about it.

The Nokia girl comes back to my uncle Jack and I and reminds us that the cleaning job she was offering us is still on, albeit strangely. Its seems legit and I have been waiting for a steady paying job for sometime now. Maybe the answer lies with a woman who has a friend nicknamed Goober and swims around in a pink inner tube acting just like a little kid. Business woman…hmmm….I guess anyone can own a business these days. Is this woman serious or just psycho? I’ll see but I’m leaning more towards the latter just to be smart about it.

The sun is hot so sunscreen is a must. I try to once again get that illusive tan and am actually more successful today. Lying on the chaise lounge is relaxing. I am able to wash away my worrisome thoughts and regain focus on things I want to accomplish in my life. And one of them is definitely not getting that stupid bike of mine fixed.

Jack said he had a present for me when I got home from swimming. Like in most cases, I was like “okay, it’s probably something cheap or silly that will probably be gone in a few minutes and I won’t care about it”. But when I popped open Emily’s trunk and saw a medium sized duffel bag, Jack said it was a tent for our camping trip. Well, that’s good. I will not be forced to sleep in the same tent as Charles and mom, which would be a nightmare. We immediately went to getting the tent set up in the yard. It seemed simple at first but then trouble set in. I have never set a tent up before and getting those pesky poles upright to support the tent was difficult but not torture. With a little bit of help from Charles, the bearded man with the know-it-all attitude and technology that could rival the U.S. Government, the tent went up in no time. The result was a 10 by 8 foot tent with enough room for about four to five people, depending on size. Jack and I would have probably been out there longer if it wasn’t for Charles. He helped us fix some mistakes, like the knot in the roof I tied wrong, and gave us advice but I believe I could get the tent up by myself next time. The secret to getting the ruddy thing up was forcing the flexible poles into their foot slots when it felt like they wouldn’t budge anymore. The tent had to be moved left and right and the stakes adjusted in the ground, stretching the tent out.

Of course I wanted to sleep in the tent the first night so that’s exactly what happened, with the addition of Jack. With a few blankets and a small, uncomfortable pillow, along with my phone that I call my extended arm, I made it through my first night under the stars. I have stayed in a tent one other time in my life, up in Cheboygan while on visit to John Wrosch’s sister’s and family’s house. My sisters and I shared it since it was large enough that we didn’t have to sleep right next to each other (which would have been awkward).

It was different back then. I was thirteen and going through the tough sledding of adolescence while going to a school full of hard-knock ghetto kids who would knock you down and make you feel like the most worthless, terrible thing in the world. Now I am twenty-one and free to take on the world as I choose with no one to stand in my way and tell me I cannot do anything.

Okay, I’m being too dramatic. I’m just in a tent outside my house with the ever so talkative, spieling Jack Draffen keeping me company. It’s nice to have someone on my level, though, who I can have a conversation with without them being too overbearing. Jack has always been that way to me, a kind of friend who I can talk to whenever I want without feeling scared. We are probably the biggest goofs when it comes to things like pitching a tent, moving furniture, making a garden, fishing, playing sports, or meeting women. Whatever Jack says I usually listen to and respond with simple answers, even if I am not totally interested. We usually have simple conversations, such as one tonight where he is going on about what we need for our camping trip and the prospect of learning to fish for the first time and if we will even catch anything. He pitches in ideas and I pitch in ideas – like a tandem bicycle working towards the same goal. It’s this kind of bondmanship/team work that makes us a great pair and I would like to see that continue on but I know it will be hard since I want to move on with my life and Jack won’t be here forever. He was actually the first person that I felt comfortable having a good conversation with. Before him, I was usually confined to a shell, occasionally saying a few hellos or asking a question. I have really opened up since then and am better at conversing with anyone in general. I don’t mind Jack stating the obvious, the fact that with every piece of new technology he encounters he needs my expertise to show him how to use it, or that he needs help spelling any word in the English language longer than 4 letters. He has his quirks, like naming objects such as his radio (Chauncey) and his newer radio (Chauncey Jr.). He’s had some of the same problems as I’ve had in life – being trapped in a lonely box with no way out and no one who understands how to help you. Thankfully I got help and found a way out, and it’s been a struggle or failures and successes. From my first day of school to now being an amateur tent-maker I have learned the ropes and have experienced life. There is still a long road unwinding for me and where it takes me I will soon find out. Only I can decide that. Right now though, I am lying on the floor of a tent, listening to the wind and rain pattering the roof, the cars rumbling by, and the sound of water dripping and splattering into the mud pit we call a garden.

our mud pit is not exactly like this but close