This week’s Lens Artists Photo Challenge is leading lines. Tina’s challenge is to display photos with lines “carry our eye through a photograph. They help to tell a story, to place emphasis, and to draw a connection between objects.” Cover photo: San Pablo Bay, California Converging lines. The lines of the shore and the clouds. …
The biggest affront that comes with cheating isn’t the stolen money or awards, the tainted victories or the undeserved defeats suffered by opponents. The game is always supposed to be bigger than the individual and so the greatest injury that comes with cheating is disrespect of the game. Cheaters inflict a historic blemish that will never be completely erased.
This week’s Lens Artists Photo Challenge presented to us by Amy is #79: A Window With A View. Cover photo: Chinatown, San Francisco California. The window of a Chinatown market shows us a view of edible delights and Muni bus in the reflection. Chapel of the Transfiguration – Grand Teton National Park In a small patch …
You passed them by as they left and you looked the other way, awkward, nothing to say. They were already gone, ghosts who’s memories haunted the productions lines.
For the decade’s first Lens-Artists Photo Challenge we’ve been asked to share a special spot. Yellowstone has been a special place for me since I was a child. I’ve been to many places in this big world and for me Yellowstone is clearly special, made more so during a return trip in 2015. We entered …
I’m ending the year with my very first photo challenge entry, Patti’s Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #77, Favorite Photos of 2019. There’s not much rhyme or reason to my selections. As I scroll through a year of photos I’m not looking for anything in particular; just that brief recognition that something in the image strikes me. …
There should be some winter images in the offing but today I’m celebrating winter solstice with more images taken at the San Francisco Botanical Garden on a very hot Saturday in June.
There’s something heretical about buying a few cans of Spam, a frozen pizza, toilet paper and a sixer of Coors Light and then asking the checker, “Oh and can you ring me up a six foot noble fir please?” Some things just have to remain sacred.
“I have been looking on, this evening, at a merry company of children assembled round that pretty German toy, a Christmas Tree. The tree was planted in the middle of a great round table, and towered high above their heads. It was brilliantly lighted by a multitude of little tapers; and everywhere sparkled and glittered …
It’s the thirtieth day of November. We’re on the back side of autumn and moving headlong into winter. I could just as easily have phrased it as being on the home stretch but that assumes something pleasant at the end, a finish line, a goal. Autumn doesn’t captivate me like it does others. I find …
The Life in My Years 