Tuesday, September 25, 2018

thematic photographic 424 - green!


"Extreme Votivation VIII"
Raleigh, NC - July 2010 (Click to embiggen)

Green it is, then. Interesting fact about green: the human eye can detect more variations of green than any other color. I don't know why that is, possibly because it falls dead-bang in the middle of the visible spectrum, but it's the reason that green is used in night vision equipment rather than black and white.

I didn't need night vision gear for this shot, though, just some cheap fireworks and a hollowed out votive candle. And something to put the whole rig on that wouldn't get wrecked by melted wax.

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Wednesday, August 29, 2018

thematic photographic 422 - lights on


"Bridge Over the Haw River"
Saxapahaw, NC - October 2010 (Click to embiggen)

It's been a while, hasn't it? Seems like 10 years since I first came upon Thematic Photographic, but it hasn't. It's actually been a little more than 10 years. I came aboard for Thematic Photographic 3: Glass not knowing if I was even doing it right. Over the next couple of years that first challenge grew into something like 4 or 5 photo posts a day, and the sheer scale of it all was getting to a level that was... well, probably unhealthy. And it seemed like most of the bloggers I knew were abandoning blogging for one social media platform or another (or just giving it up in general). Throw in just general life stuff along with various equipment failures and other priorities and my posts became something like annual events. Just visiting here has become rare. Rare enough that today I got an email form the Blogger team asking if I still wanted to get email notifications of comments. That led me to stop in and look at the notification settings (which took a while to re-learn), and in the process of all this I noticed that there was a recent post to Written, Inc. One click later, I learned that Carmi was still doing Thematic Photographic, and was up to issue 422. That's pretty impressive staying power. (My last entry was TP 116: "Red", in case you were wondering). So in honor of that, I figured I must have something that fits the theme lying around, right? And a little bit of digging in the archives led me to this shot from almost 8 years ago.

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Tuesday, May 01, 2018

Happy Anniversary! I love you!


Eight Years On
Things begin.
Things end.
All creatures born,
Eventually die.
All things built,
Eventually crumble.
The pendulum of power,
Swings as it chooses.
And somehow,
Through it all
We continue.
Happy Anniversary, I love you!

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Friday, October 13, 2017

Remembering Clyde: August 1, 2002 - October 13, 2017


Orange County, NC, USA - Mar 19, 2011
The year 2017 is not going to be remembered fondly in our house. It's been kind of a rough one for us, and an even rougher one for our four-legged companions. In April, we lost Tonka, who'd been my faithful sidekick for all of his 14 1/2 years.

Today we lost Miss Clyde, who had been Wendy's baby for even longer than that.

She'd been diagnosed with a very aggressive type of malignant tumor in her mouth a month or so ago, that made eating difficult, and possibly even painful for her. We knew she didn't have a lot of time left, and the best we were going to be able to do for her was keep her as comfortable as possible for the time she had remaining. We weren't really prepared for how rapidly things would deteriorate, though. I suppose nobody ever is. She hated the pain medication we were given for her, and would disappear any time she knew it was coming. She'd always given me kind of a wide berth, but when she started hiding from Wendy we started to realize that we were probably in the end stage. Then a few days ago, she started refusing nearly all food. At which point we knew that it was time; she was ready to be done and if we didn't end it for her, she was going to do it herself.

So this morning, we took her for her last ride. Her passing was quiet, a transition so peaceful that it was almost impossible to detect. We brought her home and laid her to rest in the wooded part of the back yard that she loved, a small volunteer arbor vitae marking her final resting place.

And if she could, she'd ask that if you wish to remember her, to make a memorial contribution to her favorite rescue, Goathouse Refuge in Pittsboro. She didn't come from there, but she heartily approved of the work they do there, "providing cage-free care for cats regardless of age, medical issues or disposition until a permanent loving adoptive home can be found."

Travel well, Clyde. You will never be forgotten, and you are always loved.

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