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PATTERNS OF THREE

PATTERNS OF THREE

I came across an interesting pattern and the words for it, but had to wait for the bird to cooperate, and just before it left my viewers frame… it pitched and rolled as if it new what I was up to.

Wind Mill
Marsh Mill
Bird Mill
Three

Onshore winds
Rushing
Brushing
Past me

Sea breeze turning
Lifting aviator
on rising tidal Moon

NOT TO BE MISTAKEN FOR MR. SULLIVAN’S “DRINKING BIRD”

What does this remind you of?

In 1946 Mr. Miles V. Sullivan patented the “Drinking Bird” whose origins are from a 1910s China toy called the “Insatiable Birdie” … A toy that appears to be of perpetual motion but in reality is an example of thermodynamics and a working theory of the heat engine.
This on the other hand is one of Nature’s fishermen.

“NO ONE HAD MORE FUN THAN I”

“No one had more fun than I”… Not sure how to take that one.. At first I wanted to do research on Mr. Jones, the inscription, and his memorial; find out what those words meant to him, but as quick as that thought rose, I dismissed it.. I don’t want to know what those words meant to him.. Anyways, it’s not the saying that lured me to this memorial. It was because it was a rock. A boulder. There are a few memorials along neighborhood street and Minot beach seawall… all benches except this one… A boulder and a clearing….. and for some reason, unknown to me, It’s footing stirred the feelings of why I started the Sunrise Project.. But why the stirring? … maybe it’s because I like sitting on rocks more than benches or that it’s more connected to the surrounding….I don’t know.. but I know its simple….Maybe that’s how his life was. It wasn’t about the toys but the experience, not about who he knew but how he spent time with family and friends. But then his saying throws me off..It can’t always be fun, I mean he was old enough to have served in WWII…we all have to have those moments; those minutes, days, months or maybe years of feelings that I would not categorize as fun.. maybe it’s better put “No one was more accepting than I”… That would make for a good life… Maybe that’s it..
What ever the reason….I brought my own to the rock and for that I thank you Mr. Jones.Image

MODERN-DAY HEROES OF MONTREAL

MODERN HEROES OF MONTREAL

Up very early morning…downtown Old Montreal heading towards the Notre Dame Basilica at Place d’Armes (seen in the background); listening to quiet city noise when thought was interrupted by old-fashoined school-bell sound. It was to alert the Montreal Fire Department of an emergency. I quickly set up: low ISO, f/11 aperture; pushing shutter speed into the seconds. In turn I caught the light-travel of the modern-day heroes of Montreal.

THE ANTICS OF “ROB”

I have been watching him for months now.. To the point where I have named him; “Robert the Ramblin’ Row Boat” or “Rob” for short. Every time I drive by Cohasset Harbor I see Rob; always moving: Up, down, left, right, forward, backwards… He just can’t seem to settle down.. Well this morning Rob took the cake and I had to photograph his antics.. Balance Rob balance.. What a Ham!

SUBLIME: ATLANTIC WAVE … CANYON DEEP

SUBLIME: ATLANTIC WAVE ... CANYON DEEP

Why does an Ocean have to be of water; of wave
Of crashing rhythmic sound.
Can it not be of rock; of depth
Of rolling rhythmic echo.
They are both Ocean
Atlantic Wave … Canyon Deep
They are both sublime

WEIR RIVER TREE

WEIR RIVER TREE

Forgetting the subject in front of me, loosely focused on the tree tops; just over the grassy knoll…but not looking at them directly. Kind of how one looks at those trick posters or painting where you try not to focus on the picture itself so as to bring out the hidden secret that lies in the picture… I fire.. It’s the center of the tree, it’s always the center of the subject that one sees. ..

@ Weir River Farm

THE SUSAN T

THE SUSAN T

The SUSAN T…. It tells me, and reminds me, that this is the season of change… The air is energized with it…fresh and new… Trees are starting to leaf: pinks, yellows, greens, whites, purples, reds to name a few… Grasses are green and growing; demanding to be mowed.. The ocean barriers to beach entrances have been removed; the way for Town to let Inhabitant know that calmer ocean prevails..The runners and cyclists have multiplied. Baseball is in full swing..boat moorings have been placed by harbormaster, spurring neighbors to prep their boats for moor.. This change is seen by all… you see it in their eyes, their movement.. But this picture stirs a memory for me. One that I hope we can visit a few times before our change….The Old Salt House Tavern, seen in exposure-background, soon to open its outdoor patio… and all the while the Susan T, not specifically knowing, is prepping lobster pot and haul so that I and my family can sit in Old Salt House memory.. warm, cool ocean breeze; cracking lobster shell and drinking cold New England brew.

BAILE’ DE LAS LUNAS

BAILE' DE LAS LUNAS

Hurts the head when thinking what type of 12 hr dance the Earth and Moon had to do to get the Moon from what it was to where it ended… kept camera horizontal to earth-horizon….nice spin Moon, soft on your feet!!
But considering we don’t ever see you spin, it must be us making the perspective-moves…. Earth leads in this choreography. for now I have to figure out, and learn, the HDR moon jig to get better detail at the next Baile’….

FIRST LUNAR ORBIT…

FIRST LUNAR ORBIT...

Learned how to reach the Moon last night. It took a few hours and 1/2 a bottle of vino to orbit the exposure.. Now to perfect its landing… Moonrise over Minot Beach, North Scituate, Ma.

Gin Getz

Sharing an untamed view.

Okanagan Okanogan

Reclaiming the Art of Living on the Earth

Michael Lewis Glover | Fine Art Photography

Architectural, HDR, Nature, & Landscape Photography

Life in a Photograph

Photography by André Diogo Pereira