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It's dark and cold. Frost bites the cul-de-sac as the car leaves the garage and heads north through deserted streets while most of Stockton sleeps. Lighted signs and streetlights color the way in the darkness. The birds are waiting, standing ankle deep in wintry water, waking to the blaring chorus of geese.<br />
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A few stars dance as dawn begins its daily ritual beyond the Sierra. Layers of fog embrace sleeping vineyards and kiwi trees along the way. Ranchers and farmers are breakfasting on eggs and toast. The cranes are thinking about preening and spreading their wings, but that would have to wait for more light.<br />
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I can barely see the pinkish vapor cloud above the Lodi wastewater treatment plant west of Thornton Road. One cloud blankets another. Flag City lights adorn the lines of sparkling big rigs as I drive through. Denny's is busy. The lube place is closed. It's six thirty five. I'll be turning onto Staten Island Road about six fifty.<br />
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I drive between the Interstate and vineyards. The smell of dairy mixes with the heater air. Dozens of calves stand beside their plastic igloos, waiting to eat. It's 31 degrees outside. I already ate my banana and tossed the peel in front of the passenger seat. It's 71 degrees inside. The birds are waking, waiting to pose for a few photographers.<br />
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The little town of Thornton greets me once again. Porch lights, street lights, bakery lights - all welcoming this Saturday morning traveler. The fire department had decorated its four doors with Christmas lights all around in double rows. Simple fare for a simple town. The Psychic Shop chose to remain in the dark. The sound of geese calling was getting louder as I would soon hear for myself.<br />
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Staten Island Road is a straight, dead-end stretch of road just to the east of the Sacramento River near Walnut Grove. A single line of utility poles march along the narrow, unlined and rutted asphalt. The wires sport hanging bird warning markers with round red targets in four inch triangular frames. This is a bird sanctuary in the middle of ag country. Cattle roam the narrow fields to the west. The land on the east side is farmed, then cut, then flooded for the thousands of birds that will winter here.<br />
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Fog shrouds the few birds I can barely see as the sun rises. They silhouette in a dreamy world that is starting to color with a pink/gold hue. My best pictures will be of the sun covered in rising geese, their blackened forms crisscrossing between my lens and that giant orb. Second best will be of the Sandhill cranes as they wingflap and banter before lift off. But I'm only guessing: I haven't even seen the finished photos yet!<br />
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<br />wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015433406939569032.post-30714167003447900932016-03-14T19:17:00.000-07:002016-03-14T19:17:35.002-07:00Raptors and Rainbows<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My monthly routine includes waking before dawn and driving north for 30 minutes to shoot sunrise pictures - sky - flora - fauna. It's my along time - life in the slow lane that balances a hectic week at work. I'm usually home by 9:30, in time for another special Barbara breakfast of toast and eggs, french toast or pancakes.<br />
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Asking God's blessing and protection, I never know what I'll see or experience, but trust His care and leading. The Preserve is an old friend after these few years, but there is always something new to see. Today proved that once again.<br />
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This week's rains really soaked the Valley. The Preserve was so wet, the trails were flooded and chained off. I had started my trek at the freeway off ramp at Twin Cities Road, where I toted my tripod to the fence line and started capturing sunrise cloud color reflected in the flooded fields to the east. From there I soloed down Bruceville Road, stopping to grab bird, sky and flora opportunities. A rainbow started coloring the sky to the west, as the sun was trying to rise above a low bank of clouds to the east. I waited . . . and waited . . . and finally there was enough light and color to take its portrait. That was a Preserve first - after thousands of photographs.<br />
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Another first greeted me as I drove to turn onto Desmond Road. A huge bald eagle perched on a power pole about 1/8 mile away. My camera was on the seat, but his majesty must have seen it and flew off to the south. The best I could do was stop and shoot through the windshield. Terrible quality - too far away - disappointing. BUT this was the first eagle I've seen here, and picture or no picture, just seeing it was worth much more.<br />
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Thank you, Lord, for letting me glimpse the majesty in your creation.<br />
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<a href="http://wordydave.zenfolio.com/p580320767">Link to Photo Series</a>wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015433406939569032.post-15962893153748702082016-03-14T19:00:00.002-07:002016-03-14T19:00:48.726-07:00Book TitlingI haven't even thought about a title for the book - the book that has been rattling around in my head for a few years - the words that find their way to the scratchpad - the themes that drive the story - the imagined faces, voices, places - the length - I've thought about everything but the title.<br />
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And how important is it, really, at this point?wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015433406939569032.post-38661956634973055752016-01-30T12:46:00.000-08:002016-01-30T12:46:16.358-08:00January Blues and BlahsNothing like getting sick with a bad cold at the end of a great month. Humbling, draining and frustrating on my end of it. All part of the larger picture I can't see. <br />
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Too much to do. Too many projects. Falling behind in life isn't something I'd planned or prepared for. Need to pony up in middle age with all the work in progress and leave the easy lifting at the end.<br />
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I've been through this valley lots of times and found myself looking back and soon forgetting the pain and pressure. <br />
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Psalm 103:12 - "Give us help from trouble; for vain is the help of man."wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015433406939569032.post-58960742894421279282014-11-13T03:38:00.001-08:002014-11-13T03:38:57.320-08:00Moving Left AlongIt has been almost one year since my last post. Call it the Facebook Syndrome - that new disease with symptoms of writer's block and general distraction. Or is that just a convenient excuse for the fact that my mental prowess has been eroding dramatically these past few years? Or is it a fact that posting is an exercise in futility, since no one reads them? <br />
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We tend to love to communicate with those who will listen. There is an element of satisfaction, knowing someone might be edified, loved or challenged by our words. <br />
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I'm tired. It's 3:26 a.m. Couldn't sleep. Measurable pain in both knees from heavy lifting. Time to get up for work in a few hours. Another Thursday in the salt mine. <br />
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<span id="goog_405815329"></span><span id="goog_405815330"></span><br />wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015433406939569032.post-21514560038925217692013-12-01T05:59:00.001-08:002013-12-01T05:59:49.290-08:00Richard Kirkland, Angel of Fredericksburg"No longer able to withstand the wrenching moans of the suffering wounded and dying Union soldiers, 19 year old Confederate Sergeant Richard Kirkland of the 2nd South Carolina approached Brigadier General Joseph Kershaw, CSA, seeking permission to go to their aid. Initially hesitant, the General acquiesced, refusing however to allow the white flag that would ensure his safety. Despite the danger, Kirkland sprang forward over the stone wall with canteens full and ventured out between the hostile lines. At first, Federals fired upon the young man but ceased as they soon discovered his merciful intent. Then cheers rang out from both sides as the man to become known as the 'Angel of Marye's Heights' offered water to one adversary after another. After helping those that he could, he crossed back to the safety of his lines, and resumed his duties as a Confederate soldier defending those lines." This photo is of the Confederate line on top of the hill, where Kirkland was stationed. <br />
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This was in December 1862 at the Battle of Fredericksburg, where my gr-great grandfather experienced his first sight of bloody war. I wonder if he participated in the cheering. A fellow-soldier, William McCarter who was wounded not 50 paces from the rock wall writes in his book, "A burning thirst was now coming fast upon me - that most terrible of all thirsts known to and experienced only by the wounded on a battlefield where water was not to be had. Oh, how I craved a cup of cold water. I would have given $1000 for it had I had it. I could not rise from the earth and dare not do so. Had I been able to duck the flying bullets and look for water, I knew not where to find any closer than the Rappahannock River . . . I called to them [a group of soldiers standing behind a small brick house for safety], 'For God's sake, throw me a canteen of water.' A brave, sympathetic fellow edged out from among the crowd with canteen in hand. He crawled on hands and knees, evidently intending to get near enough to throw the water to me. This soldier was struck by a bullet, causing him to beat a hasty retreat back to safer quarters, leaving me minus the relief he so nobly tried to render at the risk of his own life. Darkness was now coming on, yet the conflict raged. But before eleven p.m. that night, the Army of the Potomac was a defeated, dejected and demoralized mob." <br />
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"In September of 1863, Sergeant Kirkland would find himself fighting in the western theater as a detachment from Lieutenant General Longstreet's Corps moved west to support General Braxton Bragg's efforts to stop Union Major General William Starke Rosecrans and the Army of the Cumberland. They would do just that during the Battle of Chickamauga which would produce both a Southern victory and 34,600 casualties. Sadly, the valiant Sergeant ranked among those killed during this colossal battle. Mortally wounded in a failed charge, Kirkland exhorted his comrades to, 'Save yourselves,' adding 'Tell Pa, I died right.'" - <em>from brotherswar.com</em><br />
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True acts of bravery are often motivated by an all-consuming love. No greater example and picture is seen than that of the Lord Jesus Christ suffering the weight of God's wrath for sins he did not commit. "My God, My God, why have You forsaken me?" Matthew 27:46. "Looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God." Hebrews 12:2<br />
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wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015433406939569032.post-46171694024900836932013-08-27T18:03:00.000-07:002013-08-27T18:05:18.008-07:00<br />
I don't remember birthday #1 - My older siblings and parents may have, but my personal memories date from a much later year as trauma and fears started writing on my brain with their indelible pen.<br />
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Oak Park memories include a few non-mentionable items, but mostly innocent fragments like getting chased by dad between the picket-fenced yards, seeing our dead fair-toss-game-won duck in the backyard, riding a bike off the corner cliff and crashing, kissing Lukey Stokke, and other assorted glimpses of growing up around zillions of neighbor kids. <br />
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I'm really thankful for the vintage photos that captured a childhood that my memory has forgotten.<br />
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wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015433406939569032.post-35724608424204943362013-01-26T12:13:00.000-08:002013-08-27T17:51:08.259-07:00President Lincoln Reviews the Troops- 1863My great-great grandfather, William James Burk, was a captain in the 116th PA Volunteers Regiment (of the Irish Brigade). Here is his commanding officer's story of President Lincoln's visit to the troops.<br />
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From the book, <i>The Story of the 116th Regiment</i> by St. Clair A. Mulholland:<br />
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In the latter part of April, the President visited and reviewed the army. The One Hundred and Sixteenth Battalion never looked better than on this occasion. The great review took place on the plains, back of Spofford Heights, and occupied two whole days. Corps after corps filed past, one hundred and twenty thousand men . . .
But though a joyous occasion, Mr. Lincoln wore that air of thoughtful sadness that every one recalls so well. <br />
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While at Army Headquarters in the morning, surrounded by Generals and brilliant company, he seemed cheerful and full of life and gayety [sic], but, as hour after hour he rode along the line of troops, he appeared like a man overshadowed by some deep sorrow. No doubt he thought of the coming campaign, of the great battle in the near future, and of the many who would fall.
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On the second day of the review he seemed more overcome than usual, and his strong, rugged face bore visible traces of his inmost thoughts. During the afternoon he became unusually silent, and rode for an hour without exchanging a word with the brilliant staff that galloped behind him. At one time his gait became very slow, and finally he reigned up his horse in front of a Pennsylvania regiment, and looking into the faces of the young soldiers who stood silently in line at a "present arm," he let fall the lines on the horse's neck, and reaching out his arms towards the ranks, exclaimed, "My God, men, if I could save this country by giving up my own life and saving yours, how gladly I would do it!"
As he spoke, the tears stole down his furrowed cheeks, and his great heart seemed bursting. Then he slowly passed on --- but who can forget the scene! <br />
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It was an episode called forth by the circumstances, the occasion and the man.
Abraham Lincoln had a heart overflowing with kindness and love for all mankind. No human being was too lowly to an object of his tender thought and solicitude.
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I've been to Ozone Fall in Eastern Tennessee one time with my step-brother, Craig Woodling. It's situated close to the highway, so within easy trek time. You can walk right up to the water precipice and feel the gut-wrenching churn in your bowels as you peer over the 100' drop to the water and rocks below. In the fall and winter, with very little water flowing over, the pool below isn't very large and it would be certain death to attempt any type of yahooing into it.
You can see my photos here: <a href="http://wordydave.zenfolio.com/p963490299">Ozone Falls</a>
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To think that someone would descend this death trap in a kayak is amazing. Amazing because it would be like shooting Niagara Falls in a barrel, in my humble opinion. But people do 'amazing' things. Or rather 'stupid' things. Or 'inane' things.<br />
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This is a situation where faith must trump reason. Faith in the 10% chance that you won't be killed. Faith in the fact that you will be on YouTube, whether you lived or died.
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The Bible says God sends the "rain on the just and the unjust," and "the goodness of God leads us to repentance." If all sin and stupidity were justly rewarded on the spot, none of us would be alive. <br />
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God is so patient, forbearing, kind and merciful to his creatures - yet we continue to ignore Him, laugh at Him, tempt Him, and hide from Him.
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Lord, open our eyes to see your Goodness so we might give you the glory that's due to your name.wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015433406939569032.post-52070133836977493582012-11-11T19:56:00.001-08:002012-11-11T19:57:07.601-08:00Winter Looming<iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://wordydave.zenfolio.com/zf/core/embedgallery.aspx?p=0ba245940ff405211CCCCCC03e111111F5F5F5DDDDDD555555cccccc.2" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" style="background-color:#555555;"></iframe>
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Another winter looms around the corner after a long, long summer and warm fall. But as the earth tilts, even global warming won't stop it from grabbing us by the neck and shaking the daylight out of us. <br />
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I don't like the cold and don't look forward to the glove-covered fingers that still hurt and get numb when I'm outside. Our plans to visit Yosemite to take pictures in February won't be deterred, though. No pain, no pictures. <br />
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The sandhill cranes are coming back to the area. The rice fields are being cut and flooded just for them and the numberless waterfowl that make the Central Valley their winter home. <br />
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Hunters are blasting away at the ducks around the Preserve at Cosumnes River. Pretty jarring, but the birds seem to be used to them (and the freeway truck noise that constantly drones in the distance). Birds get used to all sorts of distractions - like cars driving through their habitat. But the line is drawn at anything two or four legged mammals. wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015433406939569032.post-1455834168252312712012-09-23T15:40:00.001-07:002012-09-23T15:40:05.951-07:00Night Before Slaughter<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of the most harrowing battles in the Civil War took place on December 13, 1862 in Fredericksburg, VA. The Union's 9th Army under General Ambrose Burnside was sent on a suicide mission across the Rappahannock River. Stationed across the river for weeks, my great-great grandfather, William James Burk, waited with his 116th PA Volunteer Regiment in the Irish Brigade. He would be among the young men marching across the quickly-placed pontoon bridges to the town (the main bridge had been destroyed). The battle ground would be on an elevated field called Marye's Heights where the Southern Army had perfectly staged defenses.<br />
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I cannot imagine the thoughts and emotions William had while preparing for this day of slaughter. Hopefully, he was praying for the God of all mercy to spare his life, and if he did, God answered that prayer, because he lived to fight in many more battles before being captured at Petersburg and sent to a number of Confederate prisons.<br />
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Clara Barton was more than a wonderful nurse: she also wrote letters that contained poetry in her prose. She was with the Union troops on the eve of this battle and penned the following [punctuation is original]:<br />
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Head Quarters 2nd Div.<br />
9th Army Corps - Army of Potomac<br />
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Camp near Falmouth, Va.<br />
Dec. 12th, 1862 - 2-o'clock A.M.<br />
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"My dear Cousin Vira,<br />
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"Five minutes time with you; and God only knows what those five minutes might be worth to the maybe-doomed thousands sleeping around me.<br />
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"It is the night before a battle. The enemy, Fredericksburg, and its mighty entrenchments lie before us, the river between - at tomorrow's dawn our troops will essay to cross, and the guns of the enemy will sweep those frail [pontoon] bridges at every breath.<br />
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"The moon is shining through the soft haze with brightness almost prophetic. For the last half hour I have stood alone in the awful stillness of its glimmering light gazing upon the strange sad scene around me, striving to say, 'Thy will Oh God be done.'<br />
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"The camp fires blaze with unwanted brightness, the sentry's tread is still but quick - the acres of little shelter tents are dark and still as death, no wonder for as I gazed sorrowfully upon them, I thought I could almost hear the slow flap of the grim messenger's wings, as one by one he sought and selected his victims for the morning sacrifice. Sleep weary one, Sleep and rest for tomorrow's toil. Oh! Sleep and visit in dreams once more the loved ones nestling at home. They may yet live to dream of you, cold lifeless and bloody, but this dream soldier is thy last, paint it brightly, dream well. Oh northern mothers wives and sisters, all unconscious of the hour, would to Heaven that I could bear for you the concentrated woe which is so soon to follow, would that Christ would teach my soul a prayer that would plead to the Father for grace sufficient for you, God pity and strengthen you every one.<br />
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"Mine are not the only waking hours, the light yet burns brightly in our kind hearted General's tent where he pens what may be a last farewell to his wife and children and things sadly of his fated men.<br />
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"Already the roll of the moving artillery is sounding in my ears. The battle draws near and I must catch one hour's sleep for tomorrow's labor.<br />
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"Good night dear cousin and Heaven grant you strength for your more peaceful and less terrible, but not weary days than mine."<br />
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John Dick was a Secessionist pastor in Scotland. Born in 1764, he started preaching in Slateford, near Edinburgh in 1786. He received his Doctor of Divinity at Princeton, NJ in 1815 and returned to Scotland to head the theology 'department'.</div>
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He gave lectures on theology, which were published in two volumes. I remember visiting Bob and Peggy West when Bob was attending Reformed Theological Seminary in Jackson, MS. The library let me copy volume 1's Attributes of God pages, which I collated and covered when I got home. The picture below is of an original 1858 printing, not my copy.</div>
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Here is Rev. Dick's explanation of theology proper. Be sure to read the last paragraph.</div>
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"Theology literally signifies, a discourse concerning God. By the ancients, </div>
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writings of the Fathers, mention is made of the Theology of the Sacred Trinity, <br />
and of the Theology of the Son of God, or of the Divinity of our Saviour; <br />
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"It may be defined to be the science which treats of God, his nature, his attri- <br />
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I call it a science, because it is equally worthy of that designation with any of <br />
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"Reflection upon the subject of theology will convince us that it claims the preference </div>
to all other studies. In God, we behold an assemblage of all conceivable excellencies, <br />
existing in the highest degree, and in the most perfect accordance; the union of grandeur and loveliness, of every thing fitted to awaken solemn and pleasing emotions, <br />
to impress us with veneration, to gain our confidence, to inspire us with hope. <br />
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He is invisible to mortal eyes, but this is not a reason for suspending our inquiries, <br />
because we are furnished not only with external senses, by which we communi- <br />
cate with the material creation, but also with mental faculties, which qua- <br />
lify us for liolding intercourse with the intellectual or spiritual world. The <br />
mystery which envelopes his nature might discourage us, if we entertained a <br />
presumptuous wish to comprehend his infinite essence; but it presents no ob- <br />
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foundation of religion, since he has been pleased to grant such manifestations <br />
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"His remoteness from us, who are separated from him by an interval of </div>
infinite extent, has been urged by some men as an argument for dismissing him <br />
from our thoughts, and confining them to subjects more nearly allied to us; but <br />
it will have no weight in the estimation of those who consider, that independent <br />
and self-existent as he is, he stands in the closest relations to us, as our Maker, <br />
our Lawgiver, and our Judge. To know this mighty Being, as far as he may <br />
be known, is the noblest aim of the human understanding; to love him, the <br />
most worthy exercise of our affections; and to serve him the most honourable <br />
and delightful purpose to which we can devote our time and talents. To ascer- <br />
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of his attributes in his works and dispensations; to discover his designs towards <br />
man in his original and his present state; to learn our duty to him, the means of <br />
enjoying his favour, the hopes which we are authorized to entertain, and <br />
the wonderful expedient by which our alien race is restored to purity and <br />
happiness; these are the objects of theology, and entitle it to be pronounced <br />
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"Ignorant of the other sciences, and of the arts which minister to the ornament </div>
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the short time of his earthly pilgrimage, not without comfort, nor without the <br />
honour which honesty and integrity may procure, especially if religion has <br />
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God created all things <em>ex nihilo - </em>from nothing. That doesn't mean God is nothing, but that God exists apart and outside of His creation. Space, time and life were spoken into existence by the "word of His power." Hebrews 1:3. <br />
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And in His wisdom He created <em>color</em> - that visible electromagnetic spectrum of light with different wavelengths. <br />
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Colors have come to <a href="http://www.biblenews1.com/colors/colors.html">symbolize</a> certain Biblical truths. Blue refers to heaven and black to sin and judgment. Yes, I know - black isn't really a color.<br />
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Most people enjoy any lavish use of complementary colors - and they most likely don't know why. It's a spiritual thing, actually. God's image is relected in us, and part of that primal image is appreciation of beauty - color is part of an expression of all that is beautiful. Genesis 1:26.<br />
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This is one reason we enjoy visiting the <a href="http://wordydave.zenfolio.com/p938541307">Color the Skies Balloon Festival</a> each year. Few events boast so much color on a large scale.<br />
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Today is a good day to thank God for this wonderful gift of sight and the visible electromagnetic spectrum!<br />
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wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015433406939569032.post-4985117666523576172012-08-16T00:56:00.002-07:002012-08-16T00:57:30.030-07:00Upon Turning 40There comes that time in a man's life when he doesn't just feel and look old, the whole world reminds him by celebrating the fact. Oh, it's an honorable event, filled with various eulogies, gifts and tears. But it's a glaring reminder of that short path to the future --- a future none of us was really promised in the first place. <br />
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We celebrated my 40th year with KP today. Balloons. Banner and posters. Video taping. Pictures. Chinese food. Humorous slide show. Talk of changes and the 'old days.' Three digitaries drove over from corporate headquarters with well-wishes. The company founder sent blessings. Gift card. Bobblehead doll of yours truly.<br />
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And I was truly surprised and deeply honored by those who know me best. Barb and Elizabeth sat by me, ready to catch me if I passed out from the praise. <br />
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"Let another praise thee, and not thine own . . . lips." (Proverbs 27:2) immediately follows King Solomon's admonition: "Boast not thyself of tomorrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth." Humility enjoined. Contrition elevated to a new height. The meekness and brevity of life underlined. <br />
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"So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom." Psalm 90:12.<br />
<br />wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015433406939569032.post-56345763426430527102012-08-08T01:52:00.000-07:002012-08-08T01:52:44.219-07:00The American TheaterWhen Alexis de Tocqueville wrote <em>Democracy in America</em>, our little experiment was steamrolling ahead as the greatest wonder of the world. Published in 1830, and a second volume in 1835, the Frenchman's critique of American society epitomizes a true understanding and assessment of "the sovereignty of the people."<br />
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His words should be required reading in school, regular reading at home and revered reading online.<br />
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"As the love of the drama is, of all literary tastes, that most natural to democratic peoples, the number of authors, spectators, and plays is constantly on the increase. Such a multitude, composed of such varied elements and scattered so widely over the land, cannot acknowledge the same rules or submit to the same laws. No agreement is possible among judges so numerous, who never know when they may meet again and who all like to judge for themselves. All literary rules and conventions are shaken by the impact of democracy, but in the drama they are entirely abolished, leaving only the caprice of each author and each audience . . .</div>
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Few things are as strange as peering through a telescope at some of our near and distant neighbors in the sky. You realize you aren't looking at a picture, but at the real deal, although it may have taken some minutes or much longer for the light to reach your lens.<br />
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I remember looking at Saturn for the first time through Larry Hindergard's 60mm spotting scope in about 1981 or so in the backyard on Monterey Street. There, balanced perfectly with its creamy white rings around it, sped Saturn in the night sky. I was amazed.
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I took Angel downtown to view the moon as it eclipsed the sun last month. The Astronomical Society had set up camp by the waterfront, and she had fun looking at all the equipment and seeing the initial stage of 'contact.' They gave her filtered glasses, which we brought home and used to looked some more.
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Then Venus in Transit occurred a few weeks ago. I brought a piece of exposed film home from work, put the spotting scope on a tripod and took pictures the best I could of another phenomenon that I'll never see again. I've posted the best one.
The planets and their moons are wonderfully unique - and exist mysteriously. They do not fit the common theories of origination like stellar evolution and 'chance'. <br />
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The following is from Vance Ferell's 2001 publication of <i>The Evolution Handbook</i>:
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<b>1. There is no known mechanical process </b>that can accomplish a transfer of angular (turning, spinning, orbiting) momentum from the sun to its planets. A full 99.5% of all the angular (rotating) momentum in the solar system is concentrated in the planets - yet a staggering 99.8% of all the mass is located in our sun! To an astrophysicist, this is both astounding and unexplainable. Their theory is that the sun was rotating so fast, it hurled out the planets.
Our sun is rotating rather slowly, but the planets are rotating far too fast in comparison with the sun. In addition, they are orbiting the sun far faster than the sun itself is turning. But if the planets did not orbit so fast, they would hurtle into the sun; and if the sun did not rotate slowly, it would fling its mass outward into space.
According to David Layzer of Harvard, in order for the sun to originally have been part of the same mass as the planets and moons, it would have to rotate ten-million times faster.
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<b>3. Both Uranus and Venus rotate backward,</b> compared to all the other planets. The other seven rotate forward in relation to their orbit around the sun. Uranus rotates at a 98 degree angle from its orbital plane.
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<b>4. One-third of the moons</b> have retrograde (backward) motion, opposite to the rotational direction of their planets.
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<b>5. The continued existence</b> of these moons is unexplainable. For example, Triton, the inner of Neptune's moons, with a diameter of 3,000 miles, is nearly twice the mass of our moon, yet revolves backward every six days, has a nearly circular orbit, and is only 220,000 miles from its planet. It should fall into its planet . . . but it does not do so.
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<b>6. There are such striking differences </b>between the various planets and moons, that they could not have originated from the same source.
"The solar system used to be a simple place, before any spacecraft ventured forth from the Earth . . . But 30 years of planetary exploration have replaced the simple picture with a far more complex image. 'The most striking outcome of planetary exploration is the diversity of the planets,' says planetary physicist David Stevenson of the California Institute of Technology. Ross Taylor of the Australian National University agrees: 'If you look at all the planets and the 60 or so satellites [moons], it's very hard to find two that are the same.'" <i>Richard A. Kerr, "The Solar System's New Diversity," Science 265, Sept. 2, 1994, p. 1360. [150 moons now known]</i>
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<b>7. Many say that material from the sun </b>made the planets and moons. But the ratio of elements in the sun is far different than that found in the planets and moons. One could not come from the other.
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<b>8. How could the delicate rings of Saturn </b>have been formed from gas, collisions, or some other chance occurrence? The rings include ammonia, which should quickly vaporize into space.
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<b>9. Saturn has 17 major moons,</b> yet none of them ever collide with the rings. The farthest one out is Phoebe, which revolves in a motion opposite to Saturn and its rings.
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<b>10. Nearly all of Saturn's moons </b>are different from one another in the extreme. Titan, alone, has a thick atmosphere (thicker than the Earth's). Enceladus has an extremely smooth surface, whereas the other moons are generally rougher. Hyperion is the least spherical and shaped like a potato. The surface of Iapedus if five times darker on one side than on the other. One moon is only 48,000 miles above Saturn's cloud cover! There are three co-orbital moon sets; that is, each moon shares the same orbit and chases its one or two companions around Saturn endlessly. Some of Saturn's moons travel clockwise, and others counterclockwise. How could all those moons originate by chance?
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<b>11. The chemical makeup our moon </b>is distinctly different than that of Earth. The theorists cannot explain this.
"To the surprise of scientists [after the Apollo moon landings], the chemical makeup of the moon rocks is distinctly different from that of rocks on Earth. This difference implies that the moon formed under different conditions. Professor [A.G.W.] Cameron explains, and means that any theory on the origin of the planets now will have to create the moon and the earth in different ways." <i>J.E. Bishop, "New Theories of Creation," Science Digest 72, October 1972, p. 42.</i>
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<b>12. Our moon is larger</b> in relation to the planet it orbits [Earth] than is any other moon in our solar system. To have such a huge body circling so close to us, without falling into the earth is simply astounding. Scientists cannot keep their satellites orbiting the Earth without occasional adjustments. Lacking such adjustments, the orbits decay and the satellites eventually fall and crash. Yet, century after century, our moon maintains an exquisitely perfect orbit around the Earth.
"The moon is always falling. It has a sideways motion of its own that balances its falling motion. It therefore stays in a closed orbit about the Earth, never falling altogether and never escaping altogether." <i>Isaac Asimov's Book of Facts (1979), p. 400.</i>
"Now the moon's elliptical motion around the earth can be split into horizontal and vertical components. The vertical component is such that, in the space of a second, the moon falls a trifle more than 1/20 inch toward the Earth. In that time, it also moves about 3300 feet in the horizontal direction, just far enough to compensate for the fall and carry it around the Earth's curvature." <i>Isaac Asimov, Asimov's New Guide to Science, (1984), pp. 873-874.</i><br />
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I firmly believe with Sir Isaac Newton: "Though these bodies may, indeed, persevere in their orbits by the mere laws of
gravity, yet they could by no means have at first derived the regular positions
of the orbits themselves from those laws ... This most beautiful system of the sun, planets, and comets, could only proceed from the counsel and dominion of an intelligent Being." <span class="gensmall1"><em>Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy</em></span><br />
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<span class="gensmall1">"I find it quite improbable that such order came out of chaos. There has to be
some organizing principle. God to me is a mystery but is the
explanation for the miracle of existence, why there is something instead of
nothing." <span class="gensmall1"><em>Alan Sandage, (</em></span><span style="color: black;"><span class="gensmall1"><em>Winner of the Crawford prize in
astronomy) J. N. Willford, </em></span></span><span class="gensmall1"><em>March 12, 1991.
'Sizing up the Cosmos: An Astronomers Quest'. New York Times, p. B9</em></span></span><br />
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What a wonderful time we had today in Linden for our first ever visit to their annual Cherry Festival. After enjoying the Pioneer Day Parade in Paso Robles for the past many years, it was refreshing to experience a 1/2 hour parade, a massive group walk to the elementary school for the day's events.<br />
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Don't miss it next year! We'll go with you!<br />
<br />wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015433406939569032.post-88464443304277760692012-04-13T21:04:00.005-07:002012-04-13T21:13:41.513-07:00Given the Choice . . .<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRcYJDRytPYJJv5Gl2XTjOWGGEQnUUtWzyk8lNDtYw8_3G2h6VUcH4yFQbfG7WOPlkCdHaS4cI4l1b3w_QUhERFa2PfXM4dPOP6Pgqpo8gK_DPylyBDtAcdHsp2XjdhIleekM46XoDUU/s1600/Stockton+Arrests.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 220px; height: 320px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731103789968266994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRcYJDRytPYJJv5Gl2XTjOWGGEQnUUtWzyk8lNDtYw8_3G2h6VUcH4yFQbfG7WOPlkCdHaS4cI4l1b3w_QUhERFa2PfXM4dPOP6Pgqpo8gK_DPylyBDtAcdHsp2XjdhIleekM46XoDUU/s320/Stockton+Arrests.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Guess I'll choose the lightning, thunder and hail over the always present crime storm here in Stockton.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5ib3-p76VlVZLnkhtdg3BuKHPsmONVvk50bS6lSuxcbWx0vAiDT8TVQVif3yQCgGi6HBG6SIntDhPCW6-aZJuRYmAAaL7YdoYUimF0EU7d4Gt0Vn9kdRI2uzfFj5t729jQ4EpA0wayk/s1600/Hailstorm+and+Angel.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 219px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731102593717267714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ5ib3-p76VlVZLnkhtdg3BuKHPsmONVvk50bS6lSuxcbWx0vAiDT8TVQVif3yQCgGi6HBG6SIntDhPCW6-aZJuRYmAAaL7YdoYUimF0EU7d4Gt0Vn9kdRI2uzfFj5t729jQ4EpA0wayk/s320/Hailstorm+and+Angel.jpg" /></a>wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015433406939569032.post-86138623304137053602012-04-08T15:38:00.002-07:002012-04-08T16:07:51.051-07:00He is Not Here, He is Risen<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgldi5v1k3ViOTtRAL75H5tzr8fGuRGHTviI4Uvn5bvbVCfdRHZnC2_r3O-kWcyZCmXQ9tzQULq45n3c9WUa2eoyL9aNN5fJYYO9KbuVCpAgn1TF9epzNiCSdcbWYm-o5S0qVQUDaNCbeM/s1600/resurrection.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgldi5v1k3ViOTtRAL75H5tzr8fGuRGHTviI4Uvn5bvbVCfdRHZnC2_r3O-kWcyZCmXQ9tzQULq45n3c9WUa2eoyL9aNN5fJYYO9KbuVCpAgn1TF9epzNiCSdcbWYm-o5S0qVQUDaNCbeM/s320/resurrection.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729170433431670098" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.ligonier.org/learn/articles/he-not-here-he-risen/">Chris Donato writes:</a><br /><br />"If the resurrection did not happen, then we followers of Jesus, along with Saint Paul, “are of all people most to be pitied” (1 Cor. 15:19). In other words, if Christ has not been raised we are the most wretched, unhappy, sorry lot the world has ever seen, because we have believed the cruelest deceit — the hope of a glorious salvation when all we are truly left with is sin, weeds, and death. But happen it did, and it is believed, for Jesus Himself said, “Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed” (John 20:29). This was, of course, the very reason the apostle John wrote the gospel: “These are written that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in his name” (v. 31). The resurrection is part and parcel of that Gospel message of life in Jesus’ name. It is non-negotiable. One cannot consider himself or herself in line with “apostolic Christianity” without affirming the bodily resurrection of Jesus of Nazareth. This is the clear testimony of the New Testament writings, captured most succinctly in Romans 10:9: “If you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.”"wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015433406939569032.post-44003672060034219612012-04-01T12:53:00.042-07:002012-04-02T16:27:43.602-07:00March MadnessOur theme for the March Challenge was "Water." Any form of water fit the criteria, and so there was a large variety of entries. Thanks to all for their hard work, although we had plenty of moisture this last month to make things easier. Everyone could post up to five pictures, so there will be plenty of viewing this time.<br /><br /><br />Megen has captured the green of Spring with her closeup of tiny water droplets perfectly placed on these strawberry leaves. Yummy. (If they're not strawberries, humor me)<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieWzy7GOAA1NsDKAZTh4nAPcewz8Yqo3Get8dwEf6VmLYuznh6_R2CkxbdhvKSH8ZQJtJ4Zeb19ogNzo-ob6ZCiUo7R8wsEPJs1Q1vu7LK484hd6Tr9ZY20jVdWBsFDcNA9jxxknGeMEM/s1600/Meg+March.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieWzy7GOAA1NsDKAZTh4nAPcewz8Yqo3Get8dwEf6VmLYuznh6_R2CkxbdhvKSH8ZQJtJ4Zeb19ogNzo-ob6ZCiUo7R8wsEPJs1Q1vu7LK484hd6Tr9ZY20jVdWBsFDcNA9jxxknGeMEM/s320/Meg+March.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726948286203726130" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dave's first two shots were taken at Delta College, while the last three were taken on the Mokolumne River.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzeSgjVN6J25a9gWbCfEKw_wSwOi7f9x-AlrsM4y9v5qCj2s_tJ75JpX8T7zgCvt7sa8u0jZFkyRVNOigMCOOSiqMe9PEd5vgqbiQyVZUHOE8FyFJuL37h4a1zteX6p9YkD5pSIx8WXI/s1600/Delta+Color+20.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 190px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726532712481583394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBzeSgjVN6J25a9gWbCfEKw_wSwOi7f9x-AlrsM4y9v5qCj2s_tJ75JpX8T7zgCvt7sa8u0jZFkyRVNOigMCOOSiqMe9PEd5vgqbiQyVZUHOE8FyFJuL37h4a1zteX6p9YkD5pSIx8WXI/s320/Delta+Color+20.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahMz-4oBCwGXh4xElOX6E3De-91Lg88KraGabPd9xs5345S01khge7UrlKPd9rvgls8dIxJbW7DSsJ755Dak07xOnt62habN0uGcnheWfnRtDNIJ6jZgl6PTvnZiTWr83wyAfy3dgQx8/s1600/Delta+Color+31.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 276px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726532168696962610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahMz-4oBCwGXh4xElOX6E3De-91Lg88KraGabPd9xs5345S01khge7UrlKPd9rvgls8dIxJbW7DSsJ755Dak07xOnt62habN0uGcnheWfnRtDNIJ6jZgl6PTvnZiTWr83wyAfy3dgQx8/s320/Delta+Color+31.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ewjSqSP5GMxpv0LI_f08o24IuPfdN-srvcrcHsMpzapvqd3UMdqEsl_89qNd5mJmpoYKC1oaDYsXlMTM8L2VXpdrAKTgOTyRqCve7VqhbXOTZVUkJ41onsglQoRmXeIbIpHZoq07m_g/s1600/Mokolumne+River+08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 209px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726531730734189362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ewjSqSP5GMxpv0LI_f08o24IuPfdN-srvcrcHsMpzapvqd3UMdqEsl_89qNd5mJmpoYKC1oaDYsXlMTM8L2VXpdrAKTgOTyRqCve7VqhbXOTZVUkJ41onsglQoRmXeIbIpHZoq07m_g/s320/Mokolumne+River+08.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNd8JEBGsizDa7cxxsXHiK1NAWMVPXbGTow8ve9qD2n2XEdZPZdesdmDEsmQo5k87VMNHJXGhKssSuvXNlRU7PU0aqz55ywh56R8UpoHRvWUwIFOLA1JIPtcdDK-3BJ_wm86Zo3fOdCAY/s1600/Mokolumne+River+15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 320px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726532007620640082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNd8JEBGsizDa7cxxsXHiK1NAWMVPXbGTow8ve9qD2n2XEdZPZdesdmDEsmQo5k87VMNHJXGhKssSuvXNlRU7PU0aqz55ywh56R8UpoHRvWUwIFOLA1JIPtcdDK-3BJ_wm86Zo3fOdCAY/s320/Mokolumne+River+15.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikP1RGItaijurrNVUB4zaDUUJB7wcg7TfUHYuJxn0uofzFVhyYOA2KMy_ghfOClTQTHzWZLNtHEhqWm56XOhP7rKZfrXwmLM9CWfdvfaR62IhTNmKIV4a2urTU-Zy6mNMD3fp2GVKGd3s/s1600/Mokolumne+River+04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 241px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726531456036894658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikP1RGItaijurrNVUB4zaDUUJB7wcg7TfUHYuJxn0uofzFVhyYOA2KMy_ghfOClTQTHzWZLNtHEhqWm56XOhP7rKZfrXwmLM9CWfdvfaR62IhTNmKIV4a2urTU-Zy6mNMD3fp2GVKGd3s/s320/Mokolumne+River+04.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Linda's entries emphasize the different forms water takes, along with it's man-made retrieval and storage elements.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim_JDo4P8md9cHPVwg1km6WlMZepzavPmG0Z7_t_aBfxtMKYFsoB2kbYpK_FNp71PzcSIYlTKy0w5oXnbRPYqFxRpIHw2YnwJZZfJ9DeXDQK71XyYJq82Ey_UVOD0mTTEdKqyr0gLdzL0/s1600/water+pic+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 319px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726531114135522098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim_JDo4P8md9cHPVwg1km6WlMZepzavPmG0Z7_t_aBfxtMKYFsoB2kbYpK_FNp71PzcSIYlTKy0w5oXnbRPYqFxRpIHw2YnwJZZfJ9DeXDQK71XyYJq82Ey_UVOD0mTTEdKqyr0gLdzL0/s320/water+pic+3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht7gKUFMPdtR55GnhszrMEaFPSQ76zdBsU6WV1HPxnVjp98Uk9Nc5mBDZ-AGuVNKujHtZQZBgEYDWIism-_mliU6hlUNyMVTLzUeEcKk0PHYenEAOs3r5NSfvzRGyi78AEJH92uW37H8E/s1600/water+pic+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 228px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726531035438100754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht7gKUFMPdtR55GnhszrMEaFPSQ76zdBsU6WV1HPxnVjp98Uk9Nc5mBDZ-AGuVNKujHtZQZBgEYDWIism-_mliU6hlUNyMVTLzUeEcKk0PHYenEAOs3r5NSfvzRGyi78AEJH92uW37H8E/s320/water+pic+2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSmZnYdEf4V0IlnTnonNREb-lqJcdOscOTeusCjGIVY7Zr42GAtThBfTlt9QCCY4BYcAs_HRw2irDxGPY_wsNHznci1EvxbcQ2RJY7XTHZRcwU-6CU1ScyBITJ0wB5WXnSRgvKLXWC9ww/s1600/water+pic+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726530962719208610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSmZnYdEf4V0IlnTnonNREb-lqJcdOscOTeusCjGIVY7Zr42GAtThBfTlt9QCCY4BYcAs_HRw2irDxGPY_wsNHznci1EvxbcQ2RJY7XTHZRcwU-6CU1ScyBITJ0wB5WXnSRgvKLXWC9ww/s320/water+pic+1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Robert gets the 'prize' for his post of the "God in the Cloud" photo, where you can visualize a face looking earthward. He says, "I almost ran off the road trying to get out of the car before it changed. No time to check camera settings, two shots and it was gone."<br /><br />His first picture of Becky is explained, "Walnut Grove, we were getting an ice cream at a little cafe. I didn't quite get the angle that I wanted because of some steep steps in front so I had to cut Becky out and move her up."<br /><br />The river shot is near Clarksburg and the tide pool photo is south of San Francisco at Moss Beach (I think).<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicvPPU0Ask7if9B2i7l8UiQ85hlb73CFdVadqtA5QzxZ_8vLs17cNaXDz2Qnmr4O9tT2X2r-hUn0EMGRIsFoTgCzy9bbF8eIubw6uBfZMrIxk1aTN3Z7PoHrqn1khQAMC16FHzm-u6Aaw/s1600/Tide+Pools001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 215px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726530675360144914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicvPPU0Ask7if9B2i7l8UiQ85hlb73CFdVadqtA5QzxZ_8vLs17cNaXDz2Qnmr4O9tT2X2r-hUn0EMGRIsFoTgCzy9bbF8eIubw6uBfZMrIxk1aTN3Z7PoHrqn1khQAMC16FHzm-u6Aaw/s320/Tide+Pools001.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokks2abXbpS_hDs1UbbZuoPHOwnR-2pTlXTRqnXJ1ZB-9V8eYcDl8askuYTPN0iPeCBA7VFjvR55Sl5Qwy2JCONVqI-SVy5ryAyPBZSLip0904g3QZUIJ8EBFSjjskBJOezkZVfM-WXc/s1600/GodLkngOnSacrmnto2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726530554011719266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokks2abXbpS_hDs1UbbZuoPHOwnR-2pTlXTRqnXJ1ZB-9V8eYcDl8askuYTPN0iPeCBA7VFjvR55Sl5Qwy2JCONVqI-SVy5ryAyPBZSLip0904g3QZUIJ8EBFSjjskBJOezkZVfM-WXc/s320/GodLkngOnSacrmnto2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwYa9QD_d792-Vuxmq2oQW24nIXLy1m7lTaMhtTtiu8DEGZBxtUZpDXq2q5ygynM4yBA53J5QmJlRkEgH0QmQMNYQhO8-91hF2nf11SBj1BEjcf0H3-qg54broTziO0FwFSPAJ2r7anRo/s1600/Due+North.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726530449608547986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwYa9QD_d792-Vuxmq2oQW24nIXLy1m7lTaMhtTtiu8DEGZBxtUZpDXq2q5ygynM4yBA53J5QmJlRkEgH0QmQMNYQhO8-91hF2nf11SBj1BEjcf0H3-qg54broTziO0FwFSPAJ2r7anRo/s320/Due+North.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXGdNeNlXT33SKg-ogPOsmCEDHk6BXstPrvrLqBhtEex7uiriQSoiKb_OE71-E1oz3xfvGE9ElimgFqALd3fEA7FNmmM9rg_WS_oM2qX8OXNXUsD0iRRh59vDFQgseWM9X8DGqoj4iO8/s1600/BeckyRiverBoat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 278px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726530327129768882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBXGdNeNlXT33SKg-ogPOsmCEDHk6BXstPrvrLqBhtEex7uiriQSoiKb_OE71-E1oz3xfvGE9ElimgFqALd3fEA7FNmmM9rg_WS_oM2qX8OXNXUsD0iRRh59vDFQgseWM9X8DGqoj4iO8/s320/BeckyRiverBoat.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Harry's frozen Kentucky photos remind us of winter. He tells us, "They were taken 3/5/2012 between 12:58 and 1:08pm from Parking Structure 5 and looking back onto campus. They were taken from the 3,4,5,6 floors with a Nikon D7000 using a Nikkor 24-120 F4 lens, focal length from 38mm to 120mm. Campus was incredibly gorgeous that day, burning off later into the next day. We get much less snow in Danville and it burns off quickly."<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ljeimY_A97OEuXbxQ_jovFjYM8zgDx2UVUBPJjcw0Z_xIeIFc0KTzyhWKwVRGd1W78mVmJzxuyDDhrLgHID2nP6h_MVMVq5rA3q7_Ki_b8CSCMydtDPGD9viPl3iFLJUGZamQqHpHzw/s1600/DSC_1238+email.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 199px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726530036640726914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ljeimY_A97OEuXbxQ_jovFjYM8zgDx2UVUBPJjcw0Z_xIeIFc0KTzyhWKwVRGd1W78mVmJzxuyDDhrLgHID2nP6h_MVMVq5rA3q7_Ki_b8CSCMydtDPGD9viPl3iFLJUGZamQqHpHzw/s320/DSC_1238+email.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhKojKoo7aZ3iI9nCDhgQOyVK50fIuuSCnVoxaC-lrkmKtW713koweiv3fwLjexBxrVv8_8cOOjN9UitmTi-tk1PEWuZmCdaGjDHMULEx0AHiyatHTpI5hPOYB4SId7Akl55C0XxJEWO8/s1600/DSC_1237+email.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 216px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726529954195248610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhKojKoo7aZ3iI9nCDhgQOyVK50fIuuSCnVoxaC-lrkmKtW713koweiv3fwLjexBxrVv8_8cOOjN9UitmTi-tk1PEWuZmCdaGjDHMULEx0AHiyatHTpI5hPOYB4SId7Akl55C0XxJEWO8/s320/DSC_1237+email.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ev79DuaNdjolGyRu6uHs5paplSci5ABKfprb5kn7wwQpoNIC4nrVEgUX062PNoWf7THB9YgcbM4LB-nkS1DiXGaNNTLINz2csq3YBD5DuhnDiNvwkD003KiF0GfnpuLdEW9u32GKbmQ/s1600/DSC_1234+email.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 212px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726529851908159810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ev79DuaNdjolGyRu6uHs5paplSci5ABKfprb5kn7wwQpoNIC4nrVEgUX062PNoWf7THB9YgcbM4LB-nkS1DiXGaNNTLINz2csq3YBD5DuhnDiNvwkD003KiF0GfnpuLdEW9u32GKbmQ/s320/DSC_1234+email.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ginnie posted:<br /><br />"Our plein aire group painted in the Chimney Rock area this morning. This photo and the next are of the ranch lake/reservoir. Lots of Canadian geese and sign of wild boar who tear up everything in sight. Hellie (whose ranch we painted on) says the tule elk have moved in from the Camp Roberts/Hunter Liggett area and they have seen as many as 15 swimming around in the lake."<br /><br />Other shots are of Morro Bay and north of it on Morro Strand. She included a non-water picture taken between the power plant and the rock which gives you the flavor and color of the area.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpyVcxbDs5FW-4tvxdELOkrf82mosUB5aHd1gj4X8IAvqNmaF5DUbL0SStdZCpNgIsrEZZUWcQ00z1bPvWfOrQ7bC-xVLeZMMVEzVf2Ere32l4BxLuh4GQk-MyT88SBxl4Yo7tM4VvCdA/s1600/DSC_0316.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 213px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726528355734649170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpyVcxbDs5FW-4tvxdELOkrf82mosUB5aHd1gj4X8IAvqNmaF5DUbL0SStdZCpNgIsrEZZUWcQ00z1bPvWfOrQ7bC-xVLeZMMVEzVf2Ere32l4BxLuh4GQk-MyT88SBxl4Yo7tM4VvCdA/s320/DSC_0316.jpeg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWY4s1oKDed5us1vSs2E0_Ra2PQPnWlmdn4J6-wB6fzEJvFq-3Pc3ncjlJSTSVy3YgIxAquePT4FtR20AA7uEDb04BTNzerXlSNhHIBmv6XI0CUuAlSKsygfKEoqMKo-SuziWnqnbE-Q/s1600/DSC_0315.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 237px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726528281760306610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWY4s1oKDed5us1vSs2E0_Ra2PQPnWlmdn4J6-wB6fzEJvFq-3Pc3ncjlJSTSVy3YgIxAquePT4FtR20AA7uEDb04BTNzerXlSNhHIBmv6XI0CUuAlSKsygfKEoqMKo-SuziWnqnbE-Q/s320/DSC_0315.jpeg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Bc52B65CEkRMRIAdE-h_iW3sQUtPA2_pFxmp1Uy6RahzAZFg7bjRps_6kPV3eQ7pYzRWh_6KPfDIPilIgLaJuhXQKrLFJsBaWjL1mU4X6CysNHFq4_CLlR0d6lbIHqFNYTHBMc4WGIA/s1600/IMG_1265.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726528735911163010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Bc52B65CEkRMRIAdE-h_iW3sQUtPA2_pFxmp1Uy6RahzAZFg7bjRps_6kPV3eQ7pYzRWh_6KPfDIPilIgLaJuhXQKrLFJsBaWjL1mU4X6CysNHFq4_CLlR0d6lbIHqFNYTHBMc4WGIA/s320/IMG_1265.jpeg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfCfqirkw88HxZBarfJKWFkvuD_4ZMXddzKeqYR89YlO5-gKOG0pZZqLQUPX14sKM4tj7bivEmU62OZKZyC62VEgZ7g7kp8W_JB52KZAx-WF0KwXP3Ew-K8TgIUMIqU11Cvi8BJx93tF4/s1600/IMG_1292.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 196px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726528531514763266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfCfqirkw88HxZBarfJKWFkvuD_4ZMXddzKeqYR89YlO5-gKOG0pZZqLQUPX14sKM4tj7bivEmU62OZKZyC62VEgZ7g7kp8W_JB52KZAx-WF0KwXP3Ew-K8TgIUMIqU11Cvi8BJx93tF4/s320/IMG_1292.jpeg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-jhB-9hrlvlw-8NtnUOikw8upmFXj2fuV8Anx_SZpyLm4yRknnnYqm8YqIWC0k_Vq50BG2YzTcDW-v-gID8qE1ORN6wW9Imy8226YpauCoBOKyMib5eMKVbrEheUJyr-HmpyyzWE7kPI/s1600/IMG_1287.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726528447996374386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-jhB-9hrlvlw-8NtnUOikw8upmFXj2fuV8Anx_SZpyLm4yRknnnYqm8YqIWC0k_Vq50BG2YzTcDW-v-gID8qE1ORN6wW9Imy8226YpauCoBOKyMib5eMKVbrEheUJyr-HmpyyzWE7kPI/s320/IMG_1287.jpeg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Bruce just can't get away from two-parts hydrogen and one-part oxygen where he lives outside of Portland. He quips, "It's really difficult to find water up here. NOT! By tomorrow morning we will have a new record for rainfall amount in the month of March. Previous record was 7.5 inches. We were at 7.25 inches during the 5:00 news and it's supposed to rain all night and all day tomorrow. Sorry about the drought down there, but we are more than willing to share.<br /><br />"I wanna go home (Paso). I'll go where God leads me. Just want to see the sun again."<br /><br />His photo notes:<br />Another muddy creek from much rain.<br />Muddy Waters near Canby.<br />Rock and Water feature at Oregon City Mall.<br />Willamette Falls High Water.<br />Willamette River Under 205 Freeway in Oregon City.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhVloUHBZD4CpAzIR3nMXRvt91WPXa2WwwyTlgVPqZu3JjdAi5O86xXbSsrh4yIcK7s7j4edAd2Zu6crOLj_0b74c-mIKCXl84yWyUS3-ujpcfZliC_GvtDkpHY9zxXnMgF9rDtqVx3U/s1600/Willamette+River+Under+205+Freeway+in+Oregon+City.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 206px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726527843977304210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPhVloUHBZD4CpAzIR3nMXRvt91WPXa2WwwyTlgVPqZu3JjdAi5O86xXbSsrh4yIcK7s7j4edAd2Zu6crOLj_0b74c-mIKCXl84yWyUS3-ujpcfZliC_GvtDkpHY9zxXnMgF9rDtqVx3U/s320/Willamette+River+Under+205+Freeway+in+Oregon+City.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHejBQ8nEnqTWjqbY6UyqPkuVhfpIq8bjDlAboCkZ7O3tXOeVAOBssUXhJiRS1DK2ekmdkUad53P_bp0q3W69gU-GF6cz_N4L8oml2QTzLKbJsmRHfJDf8T-_8eI-gSZUakfpSQOtDhO4/s1600/Willamette+Falls+High+Water.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 213px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726527783553248018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHejBQ8nEnqTWjqbY6UyqPkuVhfpIq8bjDlAboCkZ7O3tXOeVAOBssUXhJiRS1DK2ekmdkUad53P_bp0q3W69gU-GF6cz_N4L8oml2QTzLKbJsmRHfJDf8T-_8eI-gSZUakfpSQOtDhO4/s320/Willamette+Falls+High+Water.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil0shiLonC2JWG_vf0fQ_B5n08f180ptToF8Z5-l3kMhTHA5dCky2DtSr0hQSAVQY8rVHjIILqJcgg7FoFArHMDK5BvaMrcRxljZfYh_QEEajEizDGDZwKFTYxRSY-_XpX1kwaH4UC9xc/s1600/Rock+and+Water+feature+at+Oregon+City+Mall+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 213px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726527660255473026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil0shiLonC2JWG_vf0fQ_B5n08f180ptToF8Z5-l3kMhTHA5dCky2DtSr0hQSAVQY8rVHjIILqJcgg7FoFArHMDK5BvaMrcRxljZfYh_QEEajEizDGDZwKFTYxRSY-_XpX1kwaH4UC9xc/s320/Rock+and+Water+feature+at+Oregon+City+Mall+copy.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXoI8hkqLFMQ5dAfCAnqSNBj0lr_p4jvy0kHRqnxOELw9OrMV9vpCH2REejHQhAXGcBzc82SS44jnUG4Nf1t9MXHXCpSCj3pYrZo-F_JvW__NWlp-XcKp1hPFTShwW5sNifNNwaVrUwNs/s1600/Muddy+Waters+near+Canby.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 212px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726527579453193842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXoI8hkqLFMQ5dAfCAnqSNBj0lr_p4jvy0kHRqnxOELw9OrMV9vpCH2REejHQhAXGcBzc82SS44jnUG4Nf1t9MXHXCpSCj3pYrZo-F_JvW__NWlp-XcKp1hPFTShwW5sNifNNwaVrUwNs/s320/Muddy+Waters+near+Canby.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiMr9D_QEjeifhH2dCph-UFiPQUxdwuud7WZOSyPjfUz7NhQFRq98lSgLWnB9FW-PEonTPJvO56lraGvjo1FmEQYD2JE66_180z4cGKKYeQLNmMRN4WPHsxJwxFivwyHPZeGjMrPvzeFE/s1600/Another+muddy+creek+from+much+rain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 212px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726527457237675250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiMr9D_QEjeifhH2dCph-UFiPQUxdwuud7WZOSyPjfUz7NhQFRq98lSgLWnB9FW-PEonTPJvO56lraGvjo1FmEQYD2JE66_180z4cGKKYeQLNmMRN4WPHsxJwxFivwyHPZeGjMrPvzeFE/s320/Another+muddy+creek+from+much+rain.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Last, but not least is Mr. Just-Under-The-Wire's entry. Thanks, Don, for this great composition.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjftKn2qy1b8CTDC9P1cAleJ5il9QexlLTfq2QbUFR79TdGzjtwGHmkFf0CPCeKbLc1PF9lvuUMQ2KWpgaIqB0X7tU8O-PRsj1wPXCJ9Lw9r7-N95kba7ttZTum45mTQ7J5j4REJZUFBAY/s1600/Water+barrel_th.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 212px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726543353149105826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjftKn2qy1b8CTDC9P1cAleJ5il9QexlLTfq2QbUFR79TdGzjtwGHmkFf0CPCeKbLc1PF9lvuUMQ2KWpgaIqB0X7tU8O-PRsj1wPXCJ9Lw9r7-N95kba7ttZTum45mTQ7J5j4REJZUFBAY/s320/Water+barrel_th.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Thanks to everyone for their participation and interest in our little endeavor. Five posted pictures seems to be a bit overwhelming to me, so we'll go back to only featuring two, like before, next month. You can still send me up to five, but I'll only post two. Got it?<br /><br />April is Spring Flower Month for me, so do your best to capture the excitement, color and the unusual as we tackle another challenge. And please, no artificial blooms and no artwork, just real flowers, preferably alive.wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015433406939569032.post-54710240151481690752012-03-11T12:22:00.001-07:002012-03-11T12:27:33.011-07:00<iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://wordydave.zenfolio.com/zf/core/embedgallery.aspx?p=1ec226ad0ff405211CCCCCC03e111111F5F5F5DDDDDD555555cccccc.2" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" style="background-color:#555555;"></iframe><br /><br />Another adventure scouting for spring color yesterday. We drove to Valley Springs, then on to some uncharted territory northeast through Paloma, continuing on Gwin Mine Road down to the Mokolumne River and the Middle Bar Bridge, then on up to Hwy 49 just south of Jackson. We stopped at the new access parking lot right across the bridge below Electra Road for a few shots, then back to Electra Road. <br /><br />It is sad to report too little rain will most likely give far less color this year than the past few. We were early, though, and I only saw a few poppies, some spring vetch and a 2" lupine standing alone by the side of the road. We'll try to come back in a few weeks and see how much things have improved.<br /> <br />The water in the river is extremely low this year compared to last . . . down maybe 3' or more. Kayakers, beware!wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015433406939569032.post-13823020929578314232012-03-10T18:10:00.002-08:002012-03-10T18:17:39.442-08:00Spring's the Thing<iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://wordydave.zenfolio.com/zf/core/embedgallery.aspx?p=0d815a1d0ff405211CCCCCC03e111111F5F5F5DDDDDD555555cccccc.2" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" style="background-color:#555555;"></iframe><br /><br />Wow! It's here! Well, almost. Hasn't rained all that much and a lot of last year's dead grass can still be seen in the countryside and foothills. No blooming to speak of going on yet out in the wild. But here in luverly ol' Stockton, you can drive over to Delta College and feast your eyes on some beautiful blooms, including a newly landscaped (this is year two) "Meadow Garden." Not huge, but it gives you the flavor of hillside lupine and a lot of other flowers thrown in.<br /><br />Enjoy and thank God for giving us "all things beautiful" to enjoy.wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015433406939569032.post-12907076268972560212012-03-02T19:47:00.002-08:002012-03-02T19:53:31.487-08:00Photo Tips and Hints<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-YhQUkymx6sFGEyxvBo4IG0O62JgHPfsY6jRsKi3b9uktiCSoIX-2LPt3rvqVluq8hxknGkdn1z6R_Ia-IHPtp08vx81Irg6lQi7xPHanScLR8Wp-IN9iR2FxhEs5AOYNh44I83UK1UM/s1600/Swamp+Photog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 199px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715512699095883826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-YhQUkymx6sFGEyxvBo4IG0O62JgHPfsY6jRsKi3b9uktiCSoIX-2LPt3rvqVluq8hxknGkdn1z6R_Ia-IHPtp08vx81Irg6lQi7xPHanScLR8Wp-IN9iR2FxhEs5AOYNh44I83UK1UM/s320/Swamp+Photog.jpg" /></a></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-YhQUkymx6sFGEyxvBo4IG0O62JgHPfsY6jRsKi3b9uktiCSoIX-2LPt3rvqVluq8hxknGkdn1z6R_Ia-IHPtp08vx81Irg6lQi7xPHanScLR8Wp-IN9iR2FxhEs5AOYNh44I83UK1UM/s1600/Swamp+Photog.jpg"><div align="left"> </div></a><p></p><br />This should really get you motivated for March's photo challenge.<br /><br />1. Find a boat, preferably an old steamer.<br /><br />2. Find an old 8x10 view camera.<br /><br />3. Mount it on the front of the boat.<br /><br />4. Find a nice swamp.<br /><br />5. Start looking for gators and dead bodies.<br /><br />6. Be sure to tip the steam captain.wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015433406939569032.post-55301966352798052062012-03-01T17:52:00.014-08:002012-03-03T09:06:59.147-08:00February Challenge PhotosThanks to everyone who sent their pictures for last month's super-dooper challenge: Doors and Windows.<br /><br />Some of us traveled to the hinterlands for these shots, while others found their subjects close to home. Actually, you can find doors and windows wherever people have left their mark, it seems. In fact, you seldom leave home without them (if you're in a car or truck!). Their history is as old as civilization and they are mentioned numerous times in the Bible. Jesus even calls himself "The Door" in a figurative way in John 10, showing He is the door of forgiveness and everlasting life.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnTD8tP9kVR8-pKlvlBuMsWBY6gaT42jIgQ7xIosRUz3EoSLavWqEwpDVFVuBXLy-FIhyphenhyphenRxilXxgGAGf2U3i1N3MoG7bmRN_Kud_uCQ9RmYUk-CGxgfCUg9K1i8_uZJyVsohZ1Yo2ruZs/s1600/Church+01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 215px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715715591984428658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnTD8tP9kVR8-pKlvlBuMsWBY6gaT42jIgQ7xIosRUz3EoSLavWqEwpDVFVuBXLy-FIhyphenhyphenRxilXxgGAGf2U3i1N3MoG7bmRN_Kud_uCQ9RmYUk-CGxgfCUg9K1i8_uZJyVsohZ1Yo2ruZs/s320/Church+01.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Thanks to Bruce for scouting out some old buildings and churches up in his neck of the Portland area woods. Many of these old buildings are on historical lists, dating back over 100 years is my guess. This might be a good future challenge idea.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 214px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715716595905974850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJJPbNP8qFlxHug_9p_SJKykaPHn1dDt6xXkqjLqKi8rr2K9VUotnvpFsnC7JsaCL5hfTq2aX96BZ4vCV1Q3lLO7l2QvjxBKw_5U4_NDtlFRcYt_Z0OmTrAZzaJLTly0vjNwjbZXs3Ew0/s320/Church+02.jpg" /><br /><br />Stained glass is an intriguing art form, developed centuries ago. It is still being used in modern buildings and homes.<br /><br />You can see the rest of Bruce's wonderful old historical remnants here: <a href="http://tomlinandersonphotography.zenfolio.com/p742642529">Tomlin Anderson Photography</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ1HCbbgTJrzGNTLsPptIL5FSGXYRlnpDghv7I13qk2X9S5A5ZfBHecWRvivk-iHyx1fGciZtYLt9ieUQPpfgKzlgdy5oYtfX2RS4N_sz0QwEoVK_Q4QitFGQguw934vSLRo8RPYYAmhM/s1600/Door+Cords.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715128340120702610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ1HCbbgTJrzGNTLsPptIL5FSGXYRlnpDghv7I13qk2X9S5A5ZfBHecWRvivk-iHyx1fGciZtYLt9ieUQPpfgKzlgdy5oYtfX2RS4N_sz0QwEoVK_Q4QitFGQguw934vSLRo8RPYYAmhM/s320/Door+Cords.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />Linda's first entry is titled "Dementia Wars."<br /><br />".... my mother in law was convinced that someone was coming in the back door and hiding in the basement. The only way we could keep her from trying to go outside (cement steps) or in the basement (NARROW cement steps hard for an able-bodied person) was to tie them closed. :(<br /><br />Dementia is not a fair enemy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWU6-HHSSdfuS_XHYfV_s3_jsvRcQhN3GQSwJuGFK-gsMyM2F8lejJ_C7LwxTt4U4mzJuIyWRwhJKqyD6GJ9XyHvZoNhtdZKVv7Jx_Um-z_tx7kIiLGs2QOJCXD7tk6aauVmRddHtPIEg/s1600/Scruffy+Window.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715126322164864530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWU6-HHSSdfuS_XHYfV_s3_jsvRcQhN3GQSwJuGFK-gsMyM2F8lejJ_C7LwxTt4U4mzJuIyWRwhJKqyD6GJ9XyHvZoNhtdZKVv7Jx_Um-z_tx7kIiLGs2QOJCXD7tk6aauVmRddHtPIEg/s320/Scruffy+Window.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />I think old scruffy windows like this one that Linda captured add imagination and story-telling to whatever they're reflecting, even if it's a backyard with a few trees and a shed. A certain amount of reality is lost as the colors fade and mix with whatever is on the other side of the window. Almost like a triptych, but you're getting three pictures in one instead of separately.<br /><br />Linda rightly labeled it, 'Full of Character.'<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5uOnrI-lTZ3HRQQ9A3FRYtgPyDhrYMdK6Lv2OQ0LsS4ehnZu9Z5x-Y5Y8h4ULJuyRhC2tP-Wf-ZO18PHwOR5VMgBZZY4ft5H7DOBvW14QaqpIpISDpARSXfcjJRI5TBq-Y-mAnn6N2ms/s1600/Framed+Branches.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 212px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715122673643601122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5uOnrI-lTZ3HRQQ9A3FRYtgPyDhrYMdK6Lv2OQ0LsS4ehnZu9Z5x-Y5Y8h4ULJuyRhC2tP-Wf-ZO18PHwOR5VMgBZZY4ft5H7DOBvW14QaqpIpISDpARSXfcjJRI5TBq-Y-mAnn6N2ms/s320/Framed+Branches.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Ginnie says, "These shots were taken on the D40 while we were visiting the old copper mining town of Jerome, AZ. Reminded us of Virginia City, NV, but built on the side of a very steep mountain. Gravity has caused a lot of damage to the buildings. Was quite cold, but the reward was an uncrowded very pleasant day."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOC0ZSuB-hBfsoEBSeU-wRutYdlfGPGZdUs0Ax7kymQEV4mVBoDVrufiB5VlAuffuKVICjbQDfA1G6_KICKl_1aFQYJm-Xn7Wj_Mq3DBAhk2NtspzVMqnShyphenhyphen5eLYV6FyFZhyTMSIiADjQ/s1600/Framed+Steer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 104px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715124784582881410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOC0ZSuB-hBfsoEBSeU-wRutYdlfGPGZdUs0Ax7kymQEV4mVBoDVrufiB5VlAuffuKVICjbQDfA1G6_KICKl_1aFQYJm-Xn7Wj_Mq3DBAhk2NtspzVMqnShyphenhyphen5eLYV6FyFZhyTMSIiADjQ/s320/Framed+Steer.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm still trying to figure this one out!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnIAc1k4L161FpEDXDOxkJtwP-UGU5zYrRcCN33FaQxGavh8McpnMCLfpW2_7oLGWHQ5GReT7-CWYZu9gg1hsVphdNu21qjW47Ob9s0XwvlRsWcfYTEP9kBl7oCRwkFeD8vSKj9DDdOh8/s1600/Reflections+of+Harmony+b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 229px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715120297001292786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnIAc1k4L161FpEDXDOxkJtwP-UGU5zYrRcCN33FaQxGavh8McpnMCLfpW2_7oLGWHQ5GReT7-CWYZu9gg1hsVphdNu21qjW47Ob9s0XwvlRsWcfYTEP9kBl7oCRwkFeD8vSKj9DDdOh8/s320/Reflections+of+Harmony+b.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />This was Don's second photo scouting trip to Harmony, the little 'town' just north of Cayucos on the coast. He sent me 5 pictures, one of which was 'deceptive' in some way. So I was expecting to see a reflection shot that had been 'rotated' horizontally and any writing would be 'right reading.' Guess this isn't it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnmuBgJPc29X4eEXzwNOcGTuNDUY3nWSVC6cvmYspnLsUdxgvra9Ii7tLDaHE9PdiHuOWr5_SCl65HoTSFg9S1iuBoHIzTQ30KkYvNVG0NH2_Ylthk4qcKfboaeRXxYshhWrKDCNSk4e0/s1600/Rusty_th.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 196px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715118929939065170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnmuBgJPc29X4eEXzwNOcGTuNDUY3nWSVC6cvmYspnLsUdxgvra9Ii7tLDaHE9PdiHuOWr5_SCl65HoTSFg9S1iuBoHIzTQ30KkYvNVG0NH2_Ylthk4qcKfboaeRXxYshhWrKDCNSk4e0/s320/Rusty_th.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Don has an affinity for things old and rusty, like me. The colors, textures, contrasts and rarity of such items are amazing. You can almost hear them say, "Come over here, and I'll pose for your camera!" You're presented with a myriad of choices for composition, as well.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfKsUkTjaOf1POi0U1K26qUAAi69MurNzCWBihQA5O1sDNrQeYZ_bzRWgA8PkDwvEH6fljcvBXCXNh_dgbeiQAZrTXD0p9_qAaCGHDXROwLSu2vZ-ci_9qhm0_QykBdyx43NS90HTtXds/s1600/Door+02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 203px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715113824992692274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfKsUkTjaOf1POi0U1K26qUAAi69MurNzCWBihQA5O1sDNrQeYZ_bzRWgA8PkDwvEH6fljcvBXCXNh_dgbeiQAZrTXD0p9_qAaCGHDXROwLSu2vZ-ci_9qhm0_QykBdyx43NS90HTtXds/s320/Door+02.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Barb and I drove to the Gold Country and hit a few towns on Hwy 49, including Plymouth. This stand alone old building is a few blocks west of downtown on the same street. There was a school right next door with kids playing outside during recess. What a contrast. I'd like to go back and get out of the car next time.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLAC1rAX_uKP9hvaba7uR1zpJ_deL-5SGv8agHSrdfrfVylvRWK3qnRWC-MesM7JFWlxDz_5eNaqXLNOFpcrpelyve0kgP_HLZ-r0eV5coPDcFNq4Hm0GF4-JuOOXB6goER4BwIEfZdoo/s1600/Door+15.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 213px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715115425746789218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLAC1rAX_uKP9hvaba7uR1zpJ_deL-5SGv8agHSrdfrfVylvRWK3qnRWC-MesM7JFWlxDz_5eNaqXLNOFpcrpelyve0kgP_HLZ-r0eV5coPDcFNq4Hm0GF4-JuOOXB6goER4BwIEfZdoo/s320/Door+15.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Our last stop for the day was in Jackson, late afternoon, so the east side of the main drag was bright and colorful in the sunlight. I couldn't pass shooting this black enameled door with the sky and buildings reflected in it. My first exposure was way overexposed. The meter was reading all the black and adjusted to it by either opening the aperture or lengthening the shutter speed. I was in Program (P) mode. So I switched to Manual (M) mode and got a more realistic shot with true blacks in it.wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3015433406939569032.post-30724871966930316532012-02-19T16:13:00.000-08:002012-02-19T17:11:00.939-08:00Doors Galore<iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://wordydave.zenfolio.com/zf/core/embedgallery.aspx?p=12d805aa0ff405211CCCCCC03e111111F5F5F5DDDDDD555555cccccc.2" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" style="background-color:#555555;"></iframe><br /><br />In the history of all things symbolic, doors are on my top ten list. How many times have we opened a door, closed a door, walked through a door, locked a door, caught a finger in a door or walked INTO a door? We're probably up in the hundreds of thousands over a lifetime.<br /><br />Doors keep the weather out, keep the kids out, keep the dog out, and keep intruders out (hopefully).<br /><br />Doors open for friends, open for kids and grandkids, open for strangers selling security systems, open for some fresh air and open to let out all the smoke from a botched chicken bake.<br /><br />Our photo assignment for this month is 'Doors and Windows,' so it was a good excuse to head to the foothills and do some scouting. Shooting doors and windows is not as easy as it looks. If you're using a wide-angle lens, you have distortion problems to worry about. A lot of these pictures have had their perspective corrected in Photoshop. You simply click on Image, then Transform, then Distort and drag the corner points until everything lines up the way you want. It's a bit of a contrived look, but for me, the get-every-line-as-straight-as-possible guy, it was necessary.<br /><br />So write your elected officials and demand that February is declared "Doors and Windows Month." Can you imagine a world without them?wordydave's desktophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08206499295446376808noreply@blogger.com1