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Bandwagons, Photos

Man versus Nature

52Frames, week 15: Nature “A good walk spoiled"
52Frames, week 15: Nature
“A good walk spoiled”
My image for last week’s 52Frames photo really fell into my lap.

Rockford has been playing in his company’s golf league for a few years now, and last week was the first week of the new season. He’s been looking forward to it for weeks, and when the moment finally arrived? It started to pour. He was loading his clubs into the car, and I walked out just in time to find him gazing out into the rain, having been betrayed by Nature and feeling thoroughly dejected.

Our story has a happy ending, though. The rain let up enough at our house to convince him to give it a go, and it wasn’t raining at all by the time he got to the course. So it wasn’t “a good walk spoiled” after all.

52frames, Bandwagons

Pablo Picasso said “There is no abstract art,” but I tried anyway

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Actually, Pablo said

There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality.

Last week’s 52frames challenge was Abstract, and the “something” I started with was a camera and very little idea of what I was doing. The resulting photos make it clear that my “abstract” photos are on the wrong side of the line between auteur and amateur, but I had a blast doing the challenge anyway. I tried to do some artsy shots with the violets and the trees in the front yard, and I played around a little with oil, water and food coloring.

The photo I submitted was one of the oil and water experiments.

52Frames, week 14: Abstract “aqueous humor”
52Frames, week 14: Abstract
“aqueous humor”

I think it looks like a weird, watery alien landscape. What do you think?

52frames, Domestic Blitz

There’s a fine line between ritual and habitual

I had a plan for last week’s 52Frames theme. The theme was Ritual, and I was going to take a picture of Rockford and I watching “Saturday Night Live.” It certainly isn’t a ritual in the Merriam-Webster sense — there’s neither ceremony nor religious rite involved — but it’s something we’ve done most every Saturday night since Poppy was born. But I couldn’t get the picture to come out the way I’d envisioned it. The light was weird and my arm looked weird and SNL was a rerun and I was already tired, so I chucked the plan. And when it didn’t pan out on Saturday evening, I figured I’d just be skipping yet another week.

Then I woke up Sunday morning and heard Rockford and Poppy working on their Sunday morning pancakes, and I thought it would be a nice little ritual to capture for posterity.

52Frames, week 11: Ritual “Sunday Morning Pancakes"
52Frames, week 11: Ritual
“Sunday Morning Pancakes”

It’s far too dark — you can barely find Rockford in the picture — so I may try it again this Sunday. I feel like it was a good thing just to get a picture turned in this week, though, lest I slip into the habit of giving up quite so easily.