Moment With No Name #2
There is a jazz standard, “Everything Must Change”. I know I made this photograph but I can’t imagine it today. Tickets here.
Bramble Rose Update
I suppose, like corporate concert tickets, it was inevitable. Driving by today, developers have scraped the lot clean.
Abandoned Garden – East Garner Road, Wake County, North Carolina 1 June 2014
Driving home, I kept seeing splashes of color in an empty lot. Surrendering to curiosity, I made this one late afternoon. My guess is, it was someones garden. Abandoned, the rose spread yards in all directions. Since, sedge and scrub pine have taken over and the color is no more.
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.
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
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
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.
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.
Clayton, North Carolina
Clayton, North Carolina – 26 Feb. 2015
My Sister told me during a recent phone conversation about watching Cardinals outside her window, way, way up North in Michigan. This one was on the other side of a sliding glass door to a deck, 10 feet from the ravine below. House is built into hill. Realtor called it a “Tree House”. Luckily, I had a good 100-300 mm lens plus a 1.5x teleconvertor plus a tripod. And a camera!
Who Cooks For You?
Barred Owl, Cary, North Carolina – 1 Oct 2012
Today was shopping. My main goal was making myself walk into the Nahunta Pork Outlet at the Raleigh Farmers Market for seasoning meat. Making collards or butter beans, it’s important. And all the bacon I’d stashed in the freezer, post widower disastrous checkup lab results, was used up. Only country ham trimmings will do and they are external to corporate grocery supply chains.
On a Thursday afternoon, in February, parking is plentiful and half the vendor stalls are empty. Collards and scallions are plentiful, especially when cooking for one. That was the hard part. Not carrying my sweethearts purchases changed the purchasing equation. There were no endlessly hungry teenagers to consider.
More shopping stops on the way home. Including the library for a new book I’d placed on hold. A rare 75 degree February day, I put everything in the frig and kept the last hour of daylight to myself on the deck. Sometimes, I hear them at 3 or 4 AM.
Today, at twilight, they asked, in call and response, “Who, who cooks for you?”
Musée d’Orsay from Pont Royal – 28 Sept 2016
It’s last use before transformation to art museum was a railway station (Gare d’Orsay), receiving WWII POW’s. Go at opening on Wednesday morning and bypass the line with a Visite Pass. You’ll have time on the fifth floor to yourself. Exhibits are always changing. I felt like a teenager at the Cleveland Museum of Art, free to explore for days. And I did.