I can’t take full credit for this photo. My wife took it after a night of snow. I’m guilty of plagiarism, sort of. I spiced up the photo a bit in PS Express.
Anyway, looking East from our deck, towards the Cascade Mts., which are not really visible.
Category: colors
Shy Hummingbird
I have a couple of hummingbird feeders just outside my backdoor. I can walk out and watch, without my camera, as the hummingbird partakes of the nectar I blend. If I bring my camera out and just wait, patiently, he/she will either not show up or hides on the backside of the feeder. You can just see his tail feathers in one of the images.
I’m determined to get a shot of this shy or perhaps, sly guy. He really does keep an eye on me while I’m watching him; he’ll stop drinking ( or whatever it is they do) and peek over at me. He’s really diligent about watching his surroundings.
Cherry Blossoms
A little late in posting these images from a cherry tree in our front yard.
Fire Hydrants across the U.S.
Seattle, Portland, NYC and Wyoming. Clockwise from upper left:
Red= Gowanus, Brooklyn
Silver w/orange ring: South Park, Seattle.
Tall, crusty one with white ring: Lower East Side, Manhattan.
Red and Yellow: Portland, OR.
Yellow with blue top: Rock Springs, WYO.
Tri-color: Portland, OR.
Have a hydracious day!!
Along the Tracks (Con’t.)
One of the questions that comes to mind, when viewing and shooting street art is: what does this say about our society/culture? Some people view it as vandalism while others view it as a form of contemporary art. Because the palette is in or near a public space does that change the dynamics? Or. like the images I have been presenting, are mostly out of the view of the public, but on a BNSF railway right of way does that change things? To get this space both the artist and I have to trespass across those railroad tracks. The palette in these works is just a retaining wall, so maybe the work enhances the large, drab concrete space?
I guess it begs the age old question: What is art?
We all have to answer that for ourselves, I guess.
