Thursday, May 17, 2012

youth is wasted on the young, and this fine day is wasted on me

Still dealing with that cold I picked up on the way back from the half marathon. I feel like crap. Today I MADE myself go out into the gorgeous spring sunshine and I tell you, it was brutal.

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whaddaYOU looking at?


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“All Things Red Belong to ME, m***f***!” said the ruby-throated hummingbird as he buzzed me.


And now for the philosophical section: where do you choose to focus: on what’s on the surface?

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Or what’s underneath?

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or maybe something in-between?

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or maybe nothing at all?

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(which is what happens when you forget you set the camera to manual and go snapping away willy nilly.)



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Then this happened.


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This is blurry in part because it is super-cropped, but I can’t help myself. It’s my first head-on shot of a butterfly. (Or maybe it’s a moth.)

1 comment:

  1. Red Admiral butterfly in last shot. Sometimes I think how we feel translates through the photos we take. Interesting that the shots in this post may very well have matched the way you felt.