Friday, March 30, 2007
You can kind of pass yourself off as some kind of Ansel Adams naturalist wannabe if you have a good lens and an appreciation for getting close to plants. I planted this magnolia tree in the front yard last fall and didn't have much hope for it, but it's putting on a great show these past couple weeks as the huge buds open up. Can't wait for the dogwood to go crazy that I planted last week. Get real close to more plants I've noticed right here .
Posted by slosh at 6:10 PM
Friday, March 16, 2007
My son, Henry Ryan Schlosser, born on March 14, 2007. This isn't a baby blog, so I won't wax about how amazing fatherhood is after just 2 days. But please expect to see more photos of Henry doing various things that little babies do to make people with cameras take notice. It's gonna be a lot of fun. And for now, go here to smile.
Posted by slosh at 4:04 PM
Saturday, March 10, 2007
The boring gray skies can only be countered by one thing as I walk the neighborhood these days -- bright, colored plastic! It doesn't hurt that the grass and moss are really, really green right now thanks to a wet winter. By mid-summer the grass will be brown and the light will be too bright to get the same effect that these photos possess. Guess it's time for a road trip so I don't keep walking upon the same yard junk.
Posted by slosh at 9:04 AM
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
So, Spring is springing. It seems a little early, but it sure looks like Spring. And judging by how many times I sneezed yesterday and today, it feels like Spring. What better time to switch to the macro setting and steady my shaking hand in front of some unsuspecting flower? And the light. The light is changing rapidly and sticking around longer into the evening. Strange how that happens.
Posted by slosh at 7:06 PM
Friday, March 2, 2007
It's Friday. I've covered some sufficient ground this week by car, by bicycle and on foot. This is my favorite photo of the week. Maybe because I cropped it into a square so it looked "less digital." Maybe because it's depressing to walk down a back alley in a shitty March drizzle and come across a plastic Santa on top of someone's junk pile. I like depressing. Maybe because the only other real contenders this week were shot from the car and you've seen enough clouds ... and lightpoles (I haven't, yet, obviously). Merry Christmas.
Posted by slosh at 7:15 PM