... adrien and i made a day trip to sherbrooke, quebec, for an early supper and just to have an outing ... on the route up we stopped in grafton notch to view screw auger falls ...
... in sherbrooke we were saddened to learn that an old favorite was no longer eligible for inclusion on our "best places to eat" list, but were pleased to find a new victualer who is tops for rotisserie chicken ... we met the former mayor of sherebrooke, discovered that one of the candidates for the job is being painted as a nazi, and, on the way home, at fifty miles-per-hour came very, very close to adding a giant owl as a hood ornament to the car ... crossing the border back into the united states we were reminded that there are, indeed, those for whom wearing uniforms and carrying weapons is sufficient reason to transform themselves into total d---wads ... "so, why do you have the three wooden stools in your trunk" ... ohhhhh, i'm sure the real terrorists are trembling ... i was seriously irritated, not so much for the unnecessary interogation, but in that i strongly believe an immigration/customs agent should conclude their task by addressing a citizen of this country, "welcome to the united states, welcome home" ...
OLYMPUS E-PL1 PROJECT
... no support, just sort of hanging over the fence, i'm getting pretty good at holding the little olympus steady as well as learning to trust in the anti-shake mechanism built into the camera ...
... in sherbrooke we were saddened to learn that an old favorite was no longer eligible for inclusion on our "best places to eat" list, but were pleased to find a new victualer who is tops for rotisserie chicken ... we met the former mayor of sherebrooke, discovered that one of the candidates for the job is being painted as a nazi, and, on the way home, at fifty miles-per-hour came very, very close to adding a giant owl as a hood ornament to the car ... crossing the border back into the united states we were reminded that there are, indeed, those for whom wearing uniforms and carrying weapons is sufficient reason to transform themselves into total d---wads ... "so, why do you have the three wooden stools in your trunk" ... ohhhhh, i'm sure the real terrorists are trembling ... i was seriously irritated, not so much for the unnecessary interogation, but in that i strongly believe an immigration/customs agent should conclude their task by addressing a citizen of this country, "welcome to the united states, welcome home" ...
NIKON D200-SIGMA 100-300@280mm-F7.1-1/250TH-ISO 200
... during the evenings adrien and i have been driving down to the bog along the shell pond road to watch the moose ... since we've seen none of those big critters (other'n a few who wandered out of the darkness along the road coming back from canada), we settled for feeding twigs and potato chip crumbs to the frogs ...
OLYMPUS E-PL1 PROJECT
... this evening, as we enjoyed the marsh's quiet calm, i strolled with the olympus, reminding myself that the purpose of my little project is to share ... instead of looking up to the glorious sky and the backdrop of tree-covered hills, i decided to look down and and around, and bring to you some of the little things that are so easily overlooked ...
OLYMPUS E-PL1 PROJECT
... no tripod ...
OLYMPUS E-PL1 PROJECT
... no "close focusing" macro lens ...
OLYMPUS E-PL1 PROJECT
... neither fill-flash ...
OLYMPUS E-PL1 PROJECT
... nor folding light reflector ...
OLYMPUS E-PL1 PROJECT
... just me, alone ...
OLYMPUS E-PL1 PROJECT
... with my little light tight box ...
"Some photographers take reality ... and impose the domination of their own thought and spirit. Others come before reality more tenderly and a photograph to them is an instrument of love and revelation."
ANSEL ADAMS
OLYMPUS E-PL1 PROJECT
... and my eyes ...
OLYMPUS E-PL1 PROJECT
... and, most important, the excitement of the thinking i might have finally mastered at least a few of the steps necessary for waltzing ever so softly with the light ...
"Some photographers take reality ... and impose the domination of their own thought and spirit. Others come before reality more tenderly and a photograph to them is an instrument of love and revelation."
ANSEL ADAMS