It’s a Small World

Our trip to Tucson yesterday was extremely fruitful, photographically speaking.  I uploaded 451 images to my computer last night.  That’s not a single day record for me, but it’s probably in the top five.  We visited five attractions in Tucson, so the subject matter varies wildly.  I’ve probably got several weeks worth of material, so I should easily be able to keep my resolution to post at least one photo a day for the next month.

The first place we visited was a unique little museum of miniatures – the Mini Time Machine Museum.  It’s actually pretty astonishing to see the time and effort people will spend assembling little tiny houses full of tiny furniture and tiny people.  The attention to detail is truly amazing.  It’s pretty tough trying to photograph tiny little scenes in low light behind glass, even with my great 100mm macro lens, but I did try about 30 shots.  This is the best one.  Keep in mind that this table is only about three inches tall.

This is a wild departure from my usual subject matter, so it was kind of fun.

Jerome Redux

We are off to Tucson, so for today’s photo post I revisited the images I shot in Jerome in October.  I still like the shadow photos best and definitely plan on making another trip to capture more of those.

It’s All in the Details

We had dinner with my dad on Monday.  It’s the first time we’ve seen him since his family Christmas party in Minnesota.  The new photo book I gave him was a big hit, which was a huge relief considering the amount of time I spent on it.  He especially liked the detail photos I did of some of the instruments.  Those are the ones I am most proud of, so it’s nice to see that I’m not the only one who thinks they’re good.  He actually brought the book with him to Phoenix and loaned it to the museum’s shop manager.  Apparently she’s interested in doing some postcards to sell in the store.  So we’ll see if that goes anywhere.  Meanwhile, here are two more images from the book.  If you look closely at the drum on the left, you will see my distorted reflection in it.

The Cult of Tea

Recently I got the crazy idea to start drinking more tea.  Keep in mind that I drink little to no tea right now, so more is a relative concept.  Tea is one of those things that’s universally seen as good for you, like broccoli.  Since I absolutely can’t stand broccoli, it seemed like a good compromise.  I’ve tried green tea and black tea (in tea bags) and always found them to be bitter.  Since adding a lot of sugar to the tea sort of defeats the healthy aspect, I quit trying it.  But after having a really good pot of green tea in a Chinese restaurant, I decided that I just needed to brew my own instead of using tea bags.  Surely that couldn’t be too hard, could it?

So a few days ago, I stopped at Teavana.  For those of you who are already bored with this topic and just want me to get to the point, here it is – don’t buy bulk tea at Teavana.  There, you can stop reading now.  What I realized during my impromptu visit is that there is a whole cult around brewing and drinking tea.  I was aware there is a great deal of ceremony around tea in many Asian countries, particularly Japan.  What I wasn’t aware of is that a whole cult of tea has sprung up in what used to be called the yuppie community.  My tip-off should have been that tea is #13 on the list of Stuff White People Like.

I stood in line for an eternity with my two little tea strainers, while the sales person opened large tins of bulk tea and waved the lid over the contents so the woman in front of me could sniff the tea.  This is how the neophyte determines what tea they would like to purchase.  Apparently the average transaction in Teavana runs about 15 minutes.  Every person in the store was female, mid-thirties and looked like they regularly attended yoga classes.  Except for me.  I do manage to pass for female most of the time, but I had at least 10 years and 20 pounds on every other woman in the store.  When it was finally my turn at the register, I decided to really go for it and jack up the average transaction time by asking a ton of stupid questions.

I am happy to report that I walked away considerably more informed about the art of brewing tea.  Unfortunately I was also about $120 lighter in the wallet.  Turns out that the price marked on the tins only buys you a lousy two ounces of tea.  So a $15 tea prices out at a whopping $120/pound.  For something that looks like you should put it in a dish on your coffee table.  On the plus side, you get a 10% discount if you buy a pound.  After the obligatory round of sniffing, I settled on half a pound each of Blueberry Mojito (green tea) and Precious White Peach.  Which really was precious, being one of the $120/pound varieties.

The Blueberry Mojito is pretty tasty and at the relatively bargain price of just over $60 a pound, is one I might consider purchasing again.  The Precious White Peach made the palest cup of tea I’ve ever seen, with a flavor to match.  Maybe my tastebuds have been corrupted by the strong bitter flavor of Lipton.  Or maybe it’s just an acquired taste.  At $120/pound, I can’t say I’m really in a hurry to acquire it.  Either way, I think it may be too late for me.  I’ve joined the cult of tea.

Don’t Fence Me In

Last photo (probably) from the old Pioneer cemetery in Congress.

I tried photographing this grave fence from a number of different perspectives, including close-ups of the individual crosses.  None of them gave me the look I was after, but this one came the closest.  Not that I could really describe what that look was.  It seemed obvious to me that this needed to be in black and white.  The green vegetation in the background just distracted from the strong lines of the fence.

We’re going to Tucson on Thursday so hopefully I will have some new images for this weekend.

High Contrast

Since I wasn’t really thrilled with the photo opportunities in Stanton, I decided to mess around with a couple of mediocre images and see if I could do something more interesting with them.  I took a couple of shots of an old rusty wheelbarrow, converted them to black and white and then pumped up the contrast.  I wouldn’t say the results were great, but they were definitely an improvement over the originals.  Here’s the first one:

Then, in observance of the photographic principle that you should always get closer to the subject, I tried this one:

We have Photoshop CS5 loaded on our PC here, but I haven’t really tried it out yet.  My laptop only has CS.  I ordered a book on CS5 and I’m looking forward to trying out some new tricks on my old images.

Spam – The Gift that Keeps on Giving

No original thoughts today, so I’m back to taunting spammers.

Looking for diamond and rings, we describe where and how to buy and save money and time (posted to Spamsky in Russian)

Funny, I’m looking for diamonds and rings as well.  Feel free to send me any you might find.

(I’m afraid that including the original Russian version of comments in my Spamsky blog may have triggered another round of Russian Spam, as I had a number of them show up after that post.  So I’m only including the translated version going forward)

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No tradsies.  My bullshit is much funnier and more interesting than yours.

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You must not get out much.

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I didn’t realize my creation had themes, thanks for pointing that out.  If you try to keep your mind under control, I promise to remain gracing you with my insanity.

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You could have it tatooed backwards on your ass, so you can read it in the mirror.  Pretty sure you won’t lose it that way.

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Well Chanelle, I can’t say I’ve ever been called hunky before but I’ll assume you meant it as a compliment.  I promise to keep posting regularly if you don’t call me handsome or studly in the future.

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I look forward to your little spambot friends paying me a visit.  I accept PayPal.

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Thanks!  Just curious, what field do you think I’m an expert at?  I’d love to start marketing my expertise.

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Great work on the shameless and generic flattery!  Keep it up!

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Oh, I’m pretty sure you’ll find plenty of bullshit on the web.  It can’t all bubble up to the top on Google.

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Okay, just out of curiosity I googled lisachu.  Please go away and never post to my blog again.

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Well to start with, your name is Reynaldo Fluck, so clearly you’re an idiot.  Secondly, you’re asking me for tax advice, so clearly you’re a moron as well.  I think you should take the other 50% of your income and send it to someone who can manage it better, like me.

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I’m also pleased that my blog relentlessly develops.  As long as I keep getting spam like this, I’ll never run out of material.

Watch Your Step

Today’s photo is from the cemetery in Congress, but it could have been taken almost anywhere in Arizona.  I was using my new 100mm macro lens to get details of the graves and made the mistake of backing up without looking.  This is what I bumped into.

Yes, it hurt.

Happy 2011

This is my 100th blog post.  And it’s New Year’s Day.  Talk about pressure.  If you’re looking for some deep introspection and meaningful thought about the past year and what my resolutions are for 2011, you’ve come to the wrong place.  I had way too much champagne last night to pull together anything resembling coherent thought.  Besides, no one wants to read my bullshit philosophizing on New Year’s Day.

The people in the house directly behind us were shooting off fireworks last night.  Which is illegal in Arizona.  Kind of amazing when you consider that Arizona is one of only three states that allow the concealed carrying of handguns without a permit or training.  (The other two are Alaska and Vermont)  They also allow texting while driving.  So it’s okay to shoot someone or run them down while working your Blackberry but not to blow off your hand while lighting cheap Chinese fireworks.  I feel like my personal freedoms are being repressed.

The new year is off to a cold start in Phoenix.  It was 27 degrees out on our balcony and 60 in the bedroom when we woke up.  So I caved and turned on the furnace for the first time ever.  The thermostat is on the second floor and the temp there is 67, so I set it to 68 just to make sure the furnace actually kicked in.  In some weird reversal of the laws of thermodynamics, it’s always cooler on the third floor than the second floor in our house.

Our house faces the pool in our complex.  The pool is surrounded by palm trees, so you get a resort feel when you look out the windows.  Every afternoon in the winter, the sun reaches a point where the palm trees cast a shadow into the pool.  It’s a cool image and almost every day I think to myself that I should go out on the balcony and take a photo of it.  Then I forget and the shadow moves on.  That’s the problem with things you see every day, you just assume they’ll always be there and so you start to take them for granted.  So today I resolved to actually take a photo.

Of course the sun’s not at the same angle it was a month ago, so the shadow of the palm fronds are no longer contained within the pool.  In other words, it’s not the same photo.  But now it is a photo and not just an image in my head.  So that’s my message for 2011 – just take the shot.  Don’t pass up an opportunity just because you assume it will be there tomorrow.

Oh shit, now I’m philosophizing.

Final Destination

Despite my general disappointment with our chosen destination on Tuesday, I consoled myself because the journey was definitely worthwhile.  A little hard on the kidneys, but definitely worthwhile.  After we left Stanton, we headed for a town named Yarnell, which is rumored to have a decent restaurant.  Almost as scarce as water in the desert.  We found the restaurant but can’t vouch for its quality because it closed at 2:00.  I consulted our Ghost Towns and Mining Camps guidebook and saw that it listed two old cemeteries nearby in Congress.  Since we needed to pass by Congress on our way back to Wickenburg it seemed worth a look.

The first cemetery was relatively easy to find but didn’t look particularly interesting.  Since we were starting to lose the daylight at that point (it was after 4:00) we decided to give it a pass and check out the second one, which was older.  Jackpot.  The Pioneer Cemetery sign was dated 1887.  Many of the graves were marked only by a pile of rocks with no headstones.  Some were surrounded by tiny fences.  This stop definitely turned out to be the highlight of the day.  (Go ahead, call me morbid, but old cemeteries are great for photos)

Somehow it seems appropriate to have my final post of the year be focused on a cemetery.

Consider this the official burial of 2010.  Have a great New Year!