The Spiky Sting of Almost Perfect

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Photo #741: Spiky FlowerLocation Taken: Baddeck, Nova Scotia
Time Taken: July 2012

I really wish my camera could handle focusing in low-light areas better. I mean, just look at this!

Marvelous composition, interesting subject, varied colors, this photo would be a real winner. If the freaking flower was just in focus.

This is perhaps the most frustrating thing about being an artist. The near misses. This one looks marvelous in the thumbnail, but when I open it up, there’s just a surge of disappointment. And I can never recreate this exact moment, even if I wasn’t living 3000 miles from where this photo was taken.

  

I hear most Springs don’t have snowstorms? How odd…

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Photo #739: SpringtimeLocation Taken: Washington DC
Time Taken: March 2010

I hear a rumor that Spring is arriving. I’m not entirely certain, as I just moved to a place that doesn’t quite have what I think of as Winter in the first place. But there’s certainly a lot of green and flowers in the area.

Sort of like this photo showing Spring well on its way, but with a lot more evergreen trees and moss.

…You know, just about exactly four years after I took this photo, it snowed in Maryland, just north of where I took it?

Gotta love seasonal variance…

  

Lone Birch on a Lonely Lake

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Photo #738: Lone BirchLocation Taken: Ontario, Canada
Time Taken: June 2008

I’ve always like birch trees.  The elegant branches, the cheerful leaves, and above all, the white papery bark with black markings.  They stand out like friendly ghosts in the forest, among all their tall rough-barked neighbors.

It’s probably the fact that they were different that made me like them.  I’ve always had an affinity with the strange, which should be no surprise.  Conformity has never been a high priority for me, and I appreciate anything else that is truly different.

Mind you, that’s different in their own fashion, not just a pure opposition to the conformity.  Both the follower and the rebel are letting this decided-upon uniformity dictate their actions and appearance.  It’s the ones who dance to the beat of a different drummer that I am intrigued by.

…I may occasionally do exactly that, dance a little to music that only exists in my head.  And I do care for percussion-heavy pieces…

  

The Thoughts Come and Go, Like Waves on the Ocean…

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Photo #737: Wave PatternTime Created: October 2008

The brain does odd things when it’s overly tired.

For instance, I keep staring at this image and swearing it has a deeper meaning, but when I try to actually articulate that meaning, it slips away.

Something about wave patterns or wavelengths or seashells and ocean waves…

Or perhaps it’s just an interesting pattern with no meaning. That’s entirely possible.