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.
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.
Excited to announce a new genus of tree:
Pascha Ovo Ligno
Indiginous to: Capitol Hill, Seattle.
“I think I will do some discreet human watching. The patrons will think I am just a stuffed mouse”.
Hard to stay focussed on the crossword puzzle, even if it is Will Shortz’ NY Times version, when there is a PUMPKIN SPICE SCONE on the table!!
Being a mouse in a human world has its challenges. Charley has overcome the coffee cup challenge, but the water glass is another matter.
Some of the squirrels in the park are very people-friendly. If there is the slimmest chance of soliciting food from you, they will allow you to get really close. The oddest squirrel experience: A squirrel near Sabin School in Portland ran down the side of a maple tree and up to my grandson, who was walking next to me, and jumped on his leg, then ran off in haste. I have no idea what that squirrel was thinking, but it was really odd, this random squirrel attack on a toddler!