Ancestor Dwelling

Before I was born, my family drove across country multiple times, camping at scenic spots in the West. This sort of rock formation inspired several of my father's bas relief sculptures.

An Old Love

Back in the day, all I ever shot was black and white. I developed it myself. I printed it myself. In a darkroom. With all the stinky chemicals. Yes, I dodged and burned. I toned. My darkroom had no ventilation and no running water and was at the opposite end of my apartment from the bathroom (and the tub in which I washed the prints). Big, beautiful, 16" x 20" prints they were.

I was, if I may so, a very good printer. I had mad skillz. But after a few hours in the darkroom, my pee smelled like fixer for days. It's a wonder I still have my original liver.

So I don't really miss the darkroom, except for a vague, wistful nostalgia. And now, with the advent of shooting RAW and "developing" through post-processing in Lightroom, I feel that I'm returning to my roots albeit in a modern, digital way. But I'm nowhere near having mad skillz.

Yet.

Pensive

Bob in repose.

Snowpocalypse

The snow was a pretty substantial inconvenience for everybody, but it's both lovely and fascinating from several miles up. Photo courtesy of NASA.

Daytime, Snow

A little mini-snowdrift in my window. The melting has already begun; I may venture forth this afternoon to dig out my car.

Nighttime, Snow

I went to entrance of my apartment building in my clogs, with a coat thrown over sweatpants and t-shirt. I leaned out the front door and took this picture. And that's just about enough of that!

Not the Tropics

It's cold and relentlessly rainy, not a day for green. The steely profile of bamboo seems about right.

Haiku

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