A collection of distilled sarcastic wisdom, numerous photographs, discussions of books and stuff to learn and more stuff to think about from a retired economics professor turned blogger and photographer.
Now that we are back in St. George for the winter, I don't have the luxury of going to my back door and shooting an endless panorama of clouds, mountains, sunsets, sunrises, paragliders, and whatevrf else drifts by. So, I thought, what can I see outside my front and back doors to take pictures of instead of the easy shots I had in Salt Lake? Here are five pictres in answer to this question.
First, you can always "shoot the moon," and, since there is a different shaped moon every night, just look for the next moon and take a picture of that one also. Why does the edge of the moon always look like it has been chewed off?
A few pink streaks at sundown. Not brilliant, but at least pink.
The morning sun on Utah Hill. Utah Hill is a hill just west of St. George and Santa Clara. In days of yore, the main transcontinental highway out of Utah went up and over Utah Hill on a narrow two lane road to reach Las Vegas and LA. In the winter, so I am told, the big rigs and semis were lined along the streets of Santa Clara waiting for the snow to clear after a storm.
The lowly tamarisk tree, the ultimate trash tree and champion water sucker and noxious growth along stream banks, turns into a golden and lovely vision once a year and then you forgive it of all of its sins for awhile.
Just leaves on a plain little bush by my front door. But aren't they pretty? There you have it: five photos of five things I found to shoot outside my front and back door. So never say there isn't anything to photograph. Just don''t follow the modern fad and shoot obnoxious "selfies,"
In November 2009 my wife had hip replacement surgery and went from there to rehab. She received several beautiful bouquets but my photos at the time were dark and remained unused and unedited. Here is one of the best of the resurrected photos, and isn't it lovely?
Another photo from my wife's bouquets after hip surgery. Again, a photo saved from extinction and wasn't it worth the saving?
Again, these photos were rescued from a series of about 100 photos I took in 2009 that turned out mostly too black to use. Now that I can recover them, I hope you enjoy these photos as much as I am enjoying seeing them emerge from darkness into beautiful images.
Modern (eighty years ago) fencing and outbuildings, Beaver UT. I don't mean to demean Beaver with these photos. Beaver is a modern, lovely town. I just happen to like some of these pictures I took in the vicinity or town of Beaver because they remind me so much of fences and barnyards in the little rural valley where I grew up in northwest Wyoming.
Another of my favorite fixer-upper sights in Beaver UT. This one is solid brick, brick chimney, one window, one door, modern porch, complete with bales of hay to feed your goat, cow, horse, or whatever. Another rescued photo.
Well Lo and Behold, I found another photo in the archives of the opposite side of above shown fixer upper. Apparently the builder wanted all the windows and doors on one side. Roof maybe could stand minor repairs plus new window glass. Probably available for cheap unless it is a designated historical landmark.
No doubt about what this is as the sign on the vertical tank tells us. Note the modern outbuilding and fence at the front. One of two mandatory stops on the trip from St. George to Salt Lake City and vice versa, the other being the Red Barn in South Santaquin nearer Salt Lake City. We love the fresh cheese in big blocks which squeaks when you eat it, the cheese curds, and the other varieties of fresh cheese and goodies. Photo from 2009 archives, resurrected from black oblivion.
I've posted pictures of this place before, but I just salvaged this photo from a black underdeveloped fate, languishing in despair in my hard drive. Neither wind, nor waves, nor hurricanes, or other calamaties can destroy this rock home. Needs a bit of landscaping, some new windows, and cable TV and you'll be all set!
In 1964 we were living in State College Pa where I was teaching at Penn State. My wife's parents and sister came from Wyoming and we went from there to New York to the World's Fair. I took my family again the following year for a second time. Whatever happened to the wonderful World's Fairs? Here is a previously undeveloped photo.