Irregular Post; ?Website?

Andover, Monday Aug 22 Again “Good Morning”, Every Monday AM, my yahoo calendar sends a reminder to “Work on Website”.   The idea of “Work on website” has been problematic for a long time.   I look at my list of Things that Need to be Done and read “website JackNearAndFar” down about # 5.  It seems to remain at #5.  Last week I finally dove into #5, the murrkky waters of website maintenance.  The images had become “old”; newer ones had not been processed and added.  The WordPress blog attached to my site will not now accept copy/paste writing from Word or Open documents.  Frustrating.  Just writing about it makes me hit the wrong keys! Images!!!  The newest were some from Italy, June 2015.  In the past year, I have shot several thousands in Bhutan,Thailand, Hong Kong, New England, England, Monaco, Andorra, and  France. Hours of winnowing and post processing, but none on the website? What IS there?  Does it need to be there?  FIND newer or better images.  How many?  What order? The page  Wildlife has old stuff.  I really do not photograph wildlife.  Why is it there?  I do photograph places where I travel.  Change Wildlife to Where’sThat to show some recent travel or a themed set. Writing!!!  This is frustrating, very frustrating.  WordPress has held my travel writings for many years.  When my website was redesigned several years ago, it was attached to the website as “Blog”.  I edited and then copy/pasted emails or Word docs of many Irregular Posts into it.  Over the years, and after WordPress did continued updates, the copy/paste function is lost.  I can not find any plug-ins...

Irregular Posts; Cruise Miami to San Diego – Pacific

Antigua and Sea Friday, May 6, 2016 Buenas! Pastel terracotta walls, polished round cobbles, volcano rising into clouds; we are back.  It feels comfortable familiar.   But disoriented!  Landmarks on the way into the city?  I recognized none as we arrived from the southwest not the northeast like last time. The bigbus from the cruise ship left Puerto Quetzal in heat and humid.  Passing coal piles for power plants and then the cane fields, it followed slow trucks up into the highlands.  Poor villages that supply workers to the coffee plantations slipped past the window.  Coffee plants under the shade trees.  Green; a relief from the featureless blues and grays and whites of the Pacific above Panama. We approached Antigua from the southwest.  Eight years ago we approached from the northeast, from Guatemala City.  Now our bigbus left its tourists out at the Jade Museum.  We didn’t recognize the neighborhood from that side of the museum.  Wrong turn; walk-about. Turn the corners.  Look for familiars.  Soon we come to a place where locals gathered to sit and visit and talk, “Union Park”, surrounded by two churches, some tiendas with food and goods, and a very old yellow terra cotta building with fountain/basins for washing clothes.   The last visit had local Mayan women doing their laundry; today workmen are cleaning these colonial public basins and fountain.  At all the main tourist spots; museums, parques, landmarks and on the main streets, short costumed Mayan women trying to sell the textiles to the tourists.   Men trying to sell local jewelry. Ah YES, back again.  But I feel the “sprintness” of an excursion tour. ...

Resonance

Resonance The “Call to Artists” asked for “Harvest”.  It was for a juried exhibition of 2D and 3D art works.  One immediately came to mind; “Drops”.  I have shot thousands of images over the past decade and “Drops” popped back into my head.  I had recently looked at it as a possible piece for an exhibit of intimate natural images. There are pretty pictures, images of line and color and tone, images of statement and story.  And then there are those that find a home in your consciousness; they demand to be attended to.  What attracted me?   Out of the context of its surroundings, what did it say?  How should I attend to it?   What made it resonate? “Drops” was found in Cape Porpoise, Maine.  I had retired, after teaching for 37 years, the previous June.  Now in September, the opening days of the new school year, I had to be not going to school.  I had to be on the road.  These fallen apples, drops, were clustered at the base of two small trees.  Yellow apples with red blushes and browning spots clustered on the green grass.   A few small yellow jackets probing for the final sugars. I worked the captured image.  Painting with dark and light, sharpening some elements and not others, cropping for the feel of the story.  What paper for its presentation; luster, warm matte, or watercolor?  Warm matte. Another “Call to Artists” asked for a “Harvest of Words”.  Poets to create poems about the art pieces.  The harvested words of the poet spoke to the evoked memories and feelings.  One spoke of her kids...

Irregular Posts; wrOng.

Yes, it is just wrOng that one should take a knife and fork to a pizza. Well, let me explain…. But first, I must also ask if it is wrOng to drink Bordeaux with pepperoni and mushroom pizza? O K, ok. With the refrigerator looking very empty, we opted for a pepperoni and mushroom, large, from around the Greek pizza shop corner. They do their crust thin, and with the oowwygooey pepperoni and melted cheese, that can get rather “droopy”. One can NOT have ones pepperoni and mushroom and meltycheesey sliding off that thin crust!! OK so we decide to do a DiBlasi. What is that you ask?? For shame you should have to ask that. In all the world, pizza is a knife and fork food. In all the world, except for the USofA. Well Chicago might not be the USofA since they do thick crust/deep dish “pizza”. Anyway, this evenings crust was especially thin and would be very droopy. I went to the drawer and retrieved the knives and forks. I poured the Bordeaux to accompany (as we do not usually store Italian wines). It just felt sowroNG cutting into that covered dough with a knife. I had to think European and use both the knife in my right hand and the fork (upside down) in the left. Cut as to include some of all of the toppings, push it onto the fork, and gently lift to the mouth. It was just sogoOD, so deliciously foreign. When the crust on the plate has attained some thickness and stability, ones goes USofA with the hands. So as nOT...

Irregular Post; January 2014, The Power of The Power of The Spirit

  Two of my pieces, Raven and Pond in the Wood are off to the Alpers Fine Art Gallery in Andover, MA.  The exhibit is entitled The Power of The Power of The Spirit. Pond in the Wood isn’t real.  It is a digital collage; a creation using three separate images.  The clumps of birches are repeated and worked to create a wood and a reflecting pond.  The central spirit scene is a “figment” of the wood work.  The old man came to me from Ecuador.  I was shooting on a corner near the market in the town of Otavallo.   He came around the corner of the street where I was standing.  He stopped, looked at me, and then at the camera.  I showed him an image or two.  We talked for a while in Spanish, and then he walked slowly away and down the street.  The bird was on a tree in Serengeti, Tanzania.  The man and the bird had to be mirrored in the pond to complete the story-picture. Raven was taken in Juneau, Alaska in 1997.  It was a film image that was scanned to a digital format. That makes it a figital.  Ravens are powerful spirit birds of the Pacific Northwest and Alaska.  This Raven is printed on Japanese rice paper.  Of the 50 thousand images I have made, this is my favorite. “travel light and wear a smile.”  Jack...

Irregular Posts; Dance?

Thursday July 11, 2013 Bonjour, Which is it?  “I won’t dance, you can’t make me.”  Or “I can’t dance, you won’t make me.”  This had perplexed me; actually not the quote but the dancing.  I used to dance but now not so much. My son’s friends had suggestions for me when they saw that I wasn’t dancing at Alice and David’s wedding celebration in France this July.  The joint was rocking.  The DJ ran the music, all modern, SongAfterSongWithNoGaps.  Meg likes to dance and wasn’t about to wait for me.  She was dancing with other ladies.  I was waiting for a slow one.  Nope; none on the horizon.  Yael said “Don’t worry what it looks like, everyone looks silly.”  I told her that I didn’t feel the music to dance.  I could feel it to photograph the dancing but … Andrew listening, suggested that therapy might help me. Later, Dise noted a few movements of my feet as we stood at the bar.  “See, it IS in there.” >>>>>>>>>>>> Mrs. Brown had a dance school.  She taught manners and dance at the Masonic Temple.  It was on Tuesday evenings when I was in eighth grade in 1958.   I learned the foxtrot and the waltz, and loved dancing with my second cousin, the beautiful Deborah.  Mrs. Brown would call out “Foxtrot” or Waltz” or some other step that we had been taught.  You wouldn’t want to be doing the wrong step with the music. While at High School in the opening of the ‘60s, I went to the CYO dances on Saturday nights at the Catholic school up the street...