Stone Writing

Civilization, encroaching upon the volcanic escarpment











Post-Script: Typecast via Remington Quiet-Riter, photos via Lumix G5.

Progress Made

Post-Script: That's Ken up on the cherry picker, waving back at me. His crew did a professional job, including cleanup, for a reasonable price.

(1) Link to my previous tree-related blog article here.

Here's a link to Ilford's website, where you can find information on Harman Direct Positive Paper.

Here's Freestyle Photo's website link to Harman Direct Positive Paper. They sell it in many sizes, from 4" x 5" to large rolls.

Typecast via Remington Quiet-Riter, top photo via Lumix G5.

Bonus Photo: Two of the direct positive prints of my grand daughter's dollie:

From Whence Come the Crows?

Post-Script: Writing about crows is easier than actually photographing them. The pesky varmints are smart enough to see me lurking on the sidewalk below the tree they're roosting in, and seem to know when I point the camera their way. But if you're in a car driving through the neighborhood, you'll often see a whole murder of crows, prowling on someone's front lawn or, as my wife just described for me, across the street from the mall an entire flock gathering at dusk. But of course, I was not there, nor was my camera, and so this photo will have to do for now.

I actually love this time of year when the crows return to town, it's a harbinger of the coming winter, a reminder of the passing of the seasons and, though the world seems full of troubles, at least one thing remains constant.

Typecast via Remington Quiet-Riter (written in iAWriter on iPad2 while sitting in bed last week, sent via WiFi to my HP laser printer, the draft attached to a clipboard aside the Quiet-Riter), photo via Lumix G5.

Bonus Photo: We visited the Petroglyph National Monument this afternoon, on the west side of Albuquerque. Perhaps a blog article is in order, as I have a few other photos to share.

The Tree Dilemma

Post-Script: The trees in question are getting too big to perform do-it-yourself tree limb trimming each season, and if I have to call a "tree guy" (not the kind that saves trees, but the kind that turns trees into mulch and firewood), I might as well get my money's worth.

I do feel bad about taking them out, but I'm also fed up with their mess. Such is humanity, the decisions we make for the "betterment" of our immediate environment seem to be a double-edged sword, with long-term negative consequences for the planet.

Bonus Photo: A view of the Remington Quiet-Riter captured with a Pinwide pinhole aperture on the Lumix G5 camera, processed in Filterstorm on the iPad2.

Admiring at a Distance

Post-Script: As I wrote this, earlier today, I was seated at the long, wooden table at Winning Coffee, pencil and composition book at hand, and was reminded of a writer acquaintance of mine, Morgan Ibarra, who recently passed away but could often be found here, at work on his writing, often with an old, black, portable typewriter. He never achieved the recognition he deserved, but his heart was in the right place, as his desire was to write. His novel, Scamming God, can be found on Amazon, check it out, and especially the comments.

Composed on Staples-brand sugar cane pulp composition book using Staedtler norica HB pencil, typecast via Remington Quiet-Riter, photos via Lumix G5.

BONUS: Just because I don't know where to put this photo, and I kind of like it, here's a bonus image, totally unrelated to the subject of today's blog entry (or is it...?).