I came home yesterday afternoon and found that my husband had reattached the handle on our door to the garage, sans the latch. So I’m feeling a little less like white trash today, which is nice.
I’m featuring three final images from our photo walk back in October. The first two obviously work well together and I wish I had a third that did. But, alas, no. It’s not that I don’t like the third image, it’s just totally different. This happens to me a lot, actually, where I end up wishing for a third image to fit the theme. I could have just featured two, I know. But as the end of the year approaches, I’m trying to empty the folder.
So it’s two reeds and one tree for today. I just finished the last of my online Christmas shopping today, a few more stocking stuffers for my husband that will be coming Amazon Prime. I’m having a hard time accepting that Christmas Eve is just over a week away, but I’m ready.
I promise this will be my last tree post…from Canada. Not ever, of course, that would be totally ridiculous. I mean, trees, right?
These are all images from our epic train ride. Speaking of which, I did receive my photo books from the trip ahead of schedule. They both turned out great, except for one tiny mistake I made on Nola’s book.
It kills me, because I proofread the thing like twenty times. It’s a tiny mistake, the edge of one letter in one block of text is cut off by the adjacent photo. Of course it jumped out to me immediately in print.
No, I’m not going to reprint the book. It’s ridiculous to do that for such a small mistake. Even though it bugs me. I hope Nola doesn’t notice.
I ended up bailing on the Como Conservatory yesterday. We got a dusting of snow, followed by a little freezing drizzle, and it made the roads just shitty enough that I didn’t feel like doing that much driving. Instead, I just went to my mom’s house and took her out to lunch at a nearby restaurant.
But first, I had to get out of the house, which proved to be trickier than you might expect. When I went to turn the handle of the door from our house to the garage, nothing happened. The handle moved, but the door latch didn’t. Just another thing in our current home that decided to break before we make our escape.
In the essence of time I went out the front door and opened the garage via the keypad. My husband’s a pretty handy guy, so I assumed he would come up with a solution within a day or so. Since he had an appointment yesterday afternoon, he was gone when I came home and I wasn’t sure whether I would have a path in through the garage or if I would have to use the front door again.
His short-term solution made me laugh. When I came home I found the door handle was gone and I could just push the door open. It turns out that the latch is truly broken, but the door has a deadbolt and there’s no lock in the handle, so he’s just planning to replace the handle without the latch. We’ll still be able to open and lock the door, which is all we really need short-term. The house has not thwarted us yet. Today’s photos are of cedar waxwings. Just because.
Despite the fall flower display being less than impressive, my mom and I enjoyed our visit to the Como Conservatory so much that we are heading back to view the Christmas display today.
For one thing, poinsettias definitely beat out mums when it comes to making an impressive display. But, more importantly, it’s a much needed boost to smell flowers and be surrounded by greenery.
As I mentioned previously, my favorite place was the lush and (relatively) cool fern room. Newly emerging fern leaves are favorite subject matter. I even had a decent percentage of keepers in this space.
I had much better luck than I did photographing ferns at the Arboretum in the spring. Go figure. So, in honor of today’s upcoming visit, I’m featuring these beauties from the fern room.
The hell with photo themes! Sometimes I need to throw a bunch of weird stuff out into the universe, just to see what sticks.
First up, a completely out of focus image of sea and sky, taken from the veranda of our cabin on the cruise ship in Alaska.
Then I have a slightly out of focus image of leaves and branches, taken from a park in Vancouver.
Next is another blurry tree from the same park, this time it’s a pine.
Oh shit, more trees, this time from the Butchart Gardens. I used the “zoom while you shoot” gimmick to get some crazy rays of light.
OMFG, more trees. These were along our brutal hike up to the Tea House and they are blurred by panning while shooting. So I guess I do have a theme of weird tree photos from Canada, except for the first image. Even when I don’t try to have a theme, I end up with one. Sigh.
This is a bit less of a stretch than yesterday’s post on (sort of) abstract animals. I was going to do two different posts featuring wood texture, one in nature and one in man-made structures.
But when I reviewed the images again, I realized that two of the natural ones were pretty boring and two of the man-made ones were really similar to each other. So I am just taking the best three of the bunch and making one (hopefully better) post.
The first two images were taken out of the window while we were traveling on the Rocky Mountaineer. It was during a relatively slow stretch, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to get anything decently in focus. Just some really cool old wood on an abandoned structure.
The last image is also from Canada, but not shot from a moving window. This was a tree by Lake Agnes that I noticed in between my (mostly) futile attempts to capture the flighty Rocky Mountain bluejay. So much easier capturing stationary objects.
I’m always looking for themes when putting together images for a post. Most of those themes are fairly logical and obvious, but sometimes I stretch things just a bit. This is one of those times.
I currently have quite a few animal images in the queue, some from the Minnesota Zoo, some from the San Diego Zoo, and some from our Canada/Alaska trip. These three caught my eye, because they are a bit unusual. The first two are from San Diego. The big cat had a mister in his enclosure and the droplets gave the image a dreamy effect.
This little fellow is a harlequin duck and I was struck by the graphic pattern of its feathers. It was sleeping and the pose, combined with the coloring, rendered it into a mysterious object. I was hoping to get a more conventional image, as well, but the duck had no intention of interrupting a good nap to pose for me. I can’t blame him.
The final image is a Rocky Mountain Bluejay I relentlessly photographed during our respite at Lake Agnes, following our grueling hike up from Lake Louise. His color was gorgeous in the sun, but he kept flying in and out of the shade and I had trouble getting sharp images. I deleted most of the blurry ones, but there’s something about this one that really appealed to me. I’m weird like that.
What can I say? There’s just something about water. During our cruise to Alaska, I took a lot of photos of the wake created by the ship. There was something hypnotic about the patterns. Plus, there were quite a few days when we were at sea with nothing much in the way of scenery to photograph, so I needed to focus on something. Couldn’t let all that gear sit idle for the day.
Well, I could, but that just seemed wrong somehow. While these aren’t technically abstract images, they are definitely minimalist.
Minimalist and monochromatic, what’s not to love? My photographic style is definitely trending towards “less is more.” Less focus, less obvious subject matter, less color, less contrast. Most people equate monochromatic with black and white, but technically it just means the presence of a single color. I think monochromatic color photos are often more forgiving than black and white. But maybe that’s just me.
The end of the year is rapidly approaching and I am combing through my image queue and deciding which ones I deem to be blog worthy.
The best images get featured on the blog, while repetitive or oddball ones are moved into my Facebook “Random photo of the day” folder and the remainders end up deleted. Not really deleted, of course.
I still have quite a few photos from our September and October trips, so I’m breaking my three photo format once again. ‘Cause I can.
I promise this will be my last post featuring waves crashing into the beach from our trip to San Diego. Not my last post of waves in general, of course, because that would be totally ridiculous.
On Monday the high temperature was 57 degrees. It was drizzling when we headed out for a walk in the morning, but we sucked it up because we knew it would be our last walk for the year. By the time evening rolled around it had started to rain in earnest and then the rain turned to snow as the temperature proceeded to plummet 40 degrees. Minnesota giveth and Minnesota taketh away.
By Tuesday morning our driveway was a sheet of ice. I emptied two containers of Ice Melt on it and barely put a dent in the skating rink. I didn’t really want to leave the house, but we needed to venture out for food so we stopped at Target on the way. Surprisingly, they still had stock in Ice Melt. We picked up two twenty pound bags.
I went out again yesterday morning and spread another twenty pounds of Ice Melt. Then I spent an hour in the afternoon scraping up the melting ice with a shovel. Even after all that, there was still a wide band of ice at the bottom of the driveway, as well as a few scattered patches here and there. I made a third pass with the Ice Melt, hoping I could finish the job today. I almost cried when I saw the fresh dusting of snow.
Last winter we had a lot less snow than average, but experienced several occurrences of freezing rain. I hope this isn’t turning into a trend. I’m a native Minnesotan, I can deal with snow, it’s part of my DNA. Freezing rain is a nightmare. Especially next winter when we’ll be dealing with a much steeper driveway. If this keeps up, I’ll need to start buying Ice Melt in bulk.
In honor of my battle with icy conditions this week, I’m featuring a few images from our helicopter trip to the glaciers in Juneau. Our driveway wasn’t quite this bad, but you get the idea.