photography
Guest picture: colors
I could see the sun play colors on the clouds a million different times and not be bored of it.
Magical mother nature
Here is a magic trick. There is a bulldozer, you see it?
Abacadabra, now you don’t!
Later mother nature, having preformed this trick quite a few times, got bored and did a little finale by knocking the dozer over like a top-heavy vase.
The one big wave
One of my favorite pictures to take is the one after which I have to turn around and run as quickly as possible. That wave, as best as I could tell, was somewhere between eight and ten feet
The sun sets in the south in the winter
Oomiak sunset
Spirits in the sky
The old lore tells of spirits in the sky, dancing and twisting across the constellations, and of their voices which you could hear if you listened close. I cannot help but wonder: if they were spirits, what stories might they tell? What battles, what peoples, what changes, what still points in the slow turning change of the world?
I wish I could find words to say the feelings of standing under the northern lights, the sense of motion of their dance against the inky black void punctured by the glittering points of starlight, but I can’t; a picture must do.
Colors
Subtle colors aren’t even halfway captured by a photo, no matter the greatness of the lens, sensor or film, or photographer. Subtle colors never fail to make me want to paint.
Once in a blue moon
And once in a blue moon, you can’t help but wonder if maybe there really is a pot of gold at the end the end of that rainbow.
And other times
And other times a big storm rolls around and there in the storm there is a tiny bit of gold.
Sometimes, the gold isn’t even gold colored
Treasure hunting
Sometimes the gold isn’t at the end of a rainbow.
Colors of the Arctic Fall, or, The View From My Classroom
Mike and helicopter
Our beloved captain Mike and his trusty steed, the old ‘105.
