It seemed like any other day where I’d been neglecting my photo sorting duties and thus facing the daunting task of going through hundreds of images, but as they say, things can seem perfectly normal (if slightly guilty) yet suddenly turn dark and ominous. And of course, since I’d been putting this off, how much time has passed that could have made a bigger difference? How much farther
Category: Random
It’s hard sometimes
I’m not going to put on any airs about being a professional, or possessing expertise, or knowing how to do photography right – I see a wide variety of skills, occasionally offer small pointers when I think it will be well-received, and don’t otherwise concern myself with it too much.
There’s a limit, however. When a friend comes to visit, one who has been shooting longer than
This is just wrong
There are no words to express how flawed this whole idea is.
If you’re on a roller coaster and there is anyone at all in front of you, you have no business being on a coaster.
A quick survey
Just a moment of your time, for statistical purposes.
A friend of mine is suggesting I reactivate my FaceBook account (Facebook? faceBook? faCebOoK? Whatever.) I had one, many years back, started just to see how social media would advance interest in the place where I worked (Answer: it couldn’t.) I dumped it because it bored me to tears, and I couldn’t find
Gang aft agley
So. A friend contacted me about two weeks ago, wanted to see if I could come down to Atlanta airport to film the wedding proposal of her son to his girlfriend they had met at a particular gate there, and he planned to propose at the same place. How sweet!
[I’m not a sentimental type, so yes, there’s a certain amount of sarcasm there, not at the idea itself, but at the number of people
Audio workout
Prompted, yesterday, by yet another pointless and ridiculous update, not two days after updating The Girlfriend’s computer to be “current,” I finally decided to rid the site of any dependence on Adobe’s horrendous Flash plugin. Their software has been bloated, near-pointless, and risk-prone for years, and their updates consist of plugging every exploitable leak that
Tagged again
Last year at about this time, I featured the curious tags that not only appeared just once in the history of the blog (which is not significant,) but raised questions when seen alone – even by me, and I wrote them. Tags are normally intended to help search engines find content, and should indicate
Odd memories, part 15
It is sometime in the 1990s. No, I mean it’s 2016 right now, but the event I am relating takes place back then, and I am using a literary style called first-person chronologica dysplasia or some shit like that. Whatever it’s creative – run with me here. I am touring Florida on my own, down in the Keys for the first time, and decide to do a coral reef
Off to a slow start
Considering that I set a personal record (which is one of the most meaningless accolades imaginable) for posts last year (216,) this year is off to a slow start – this is partially due to being busy with many other things, but also due to my workhorse computer still being dead. It now appears that it was only the motherboard, and so the harddrives with all of my stuff on them are
I have regrets
Yes, even a glamorous bug photographer such as myself has regrets, hard as that may be to imagine. This particular one manages to be forgotten for long stretches of time, but then returns with a stab of pain that can affect the rest of the day. I’m talking, of course, about Squirrel Level Road.
On a stretch of Interstate 85 in rural southern Virginia, overpasses are often marked with the names