A Photographer's Coda

Archive for March, 2023

Flash of Life

A flash, by my kitchen window today. The rich Yellow unmistakable. I’ve lots of photographs of Eastern Tiger Swallowtails feeding on our Butterfly Bush. But never in March. And never before 80 degrees in March, like today. This from July 2015.

I am pleased and worried what this year may bring.


Facebook Goodbye

Arriving at my Dentist, a young lady expressed frustration about the inability to contact me about a delayed appointment.

I explained while I did have an ironically named “Smartphone”, it was “Off’. Unless I needed AAA to rescue me.

My decision to ignore artificial urgency was, unintentionally, reinforced. And later, home, I deleted my FB account

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Clouds

Morning Flight from Seattle – 6.9.2009

Last weekend, I tried to describe this to a young lady planning travel there.

The window was provided by the Boeing Company and United Airlines

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Starlight

Salter Path, NC – 0500 GMT 11.23.2021

There isn’t much you can do about having seen or heard or read:

“Hearts rolling in, taken back on the tide. We’re balanced together, ocean upon the sky”

Ann Wilson / Nancy Wilson / Susan Ennis Dog And Butterfly lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.


Almost

Clayton, NC – April 2015

The Iris stems are up high and green in a calendar defying spring. White blossoms on my walks. Soon


Thursday Night Opera

Photographed for CaryCitizen “Erik Dyke & Friends” 24 November 2013 – Page Walker Arts & History Center

WCPE broadcasts opera live from the Met on Saturdays and recorded on Thursday evening. Not long ago, on Thursday nights, I taught photography classes. Driving home, opera was my music. Understood not a word. Soprano Lora Fabio, pictured above, sang at a presentation I photographed for CaryCitizen. She sang “Song For the Moon” from Rusalka. I had the event covered, put down my camera and went from photographer to audience mode. And then I went, without understanding, to mush. After, I tried to explain and clearly helpless, she embraced me. Sometimes, it’s beyond words.