Land of the Pine

Land of the pine
Land of the pine

Sometimes, you only need to walk twenty feet, out into your own back yard, point your camera and snap the shutter.

Sometimes, you get a pretty good picture.

This picture, in its original form, seemed like a pretty good shot to me. But, I am biased of course.

I like experimenting with different effects, though. Right now, since I really am an amateur, I keep my experimenting very simple. Since my camera is broken, all the pictures I take are with my phone. Since I have the phone on an electronic, wi-fi, cyberspace tether to my Google+ account, all the photos automatically upload to the account. I view them, select the one I want to work with, and use the built-in editing tools to get the effect I want.

After I am satisfied with the changes I’ve made, I download the photo to my PC. I then open the file up in another product I own. CoffeeCup Software created it. It is called Web Image Studio. With this program, I can add more effects to the file. In the case of this photo, I applied a filter called “Toy Camera” and achieved the result you see.

As I said earlier, I am an amateur, with no real training in composition or color. All I do is shoot what I see and try to turn it in to something I really like – maybe even something special. Maybe you like it too!

Headed down south to the land of the pines I’m thumbin’ my way into North Caroline…~”Wagon Wheel” by Old Crow Medicine Show.

Dark Man – In Blue

Dark Man - in blue
Dark Man – in blue

Today, I have really struggled trying to write something – anything. There have been ideas a plenty, but I couldn’t get beyond the first sentence. Part of the problem, I’m sure, are the aches and pains that plague me every day – and the medications that accompany them. My head gets foggy and it’s hard to capture a thought, then communicate that thought from my brain to my fingers to the keyboard to intelligible writing. It’s just plain hard.

So I’ve watched a lot of TV, slept some, drank too much coffee again, and spent a few minutes here and there trying to write something. I also fooled around a little with some photographs.

This is the best I can do today.

It’ll have to do.









We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won’t do harm – yes, choose a place where you won’t do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.~E.M. Forster, A Room with a View.

I Don’t Write Poetry

Rich Writing PoemI don’t write poetry John

to pass away the time,

to purge the demons in my head,

nor make up silly rhymes.

I don’t write poetry John

to make a million bucks

to see my name in big bright lights,

no John, no such luck.

I don’t write poetry John

because the words flow through my blood

to spill bright red upon this page

a frenzied, raging flood.

I don’t write poetry John

to court a fair Irish lady,

to romance her on a warm spring eve

the bonny lass, young Beth O’Grady.

No John, sometimes I write poetry

cause I want to need to have to,

and when I must and can’t resist,

I reach for pad and pen!

For in the words, John, don’t you see

I find some long lost friends.