Mollie pulled me into a yard and there, was the dead goose. A small Canada Goose, on its back. It looked whole except perhaps a small spot of red on the breast. Not a feather out of place, it could have been asleep if geese slept on their backs. As
Fuji GFX 100s ii
In my previous post I discussed my decision to try a new photo editing software package called DxO Photolab. Here I thought I would cover what I learned about how to use masks as I applied it to a black and white image, I was processing. The original image I
Fuji GFX 100s ii
This is probably the area of photography I enjoy the least—and that says a lot, considering I once developed my own film and printed images in the darkroom. First and foremost, I’m a cheapskate. I refuse to pay for a subscription to editing software like Adobe Photoshop. For
The snap of a branch The low drum of hooves I turn to look At what was never there
Trees don't snort, usually. This is my experience, but I definitely heard a snort. I was stepping off the trail and stumbling through deep grass that hid fallen trees that I kept tripping over. I was carrying my camera and concentrating on not falling. The trail was taking
I have been writing a photographic blog in various forms for many years. I started on Blogger, moved recently to Substack, and now host it on a paid platform called Ghost. In the past, I’ve printed my photographs in many formats: darkroom silver gelatin prints, photo books, color prints,
Another National Wildlife Refuge (NWR). In northern Idaho there is just one National Wildlife Refuge called Kootenai for the Indian tribe nearby; it is up near the Canadian border. However in the panhandle we are never far from Washington and Montana and I just visited Turnbull NWR south of Spokane.
Fall is the time of colored leaves, of maple and poplar, aspen and willow. Reds, oranges, forest and shore drenched in yellows. Larch parade up the mountains newly revealed in their glorious fine yellow needles on awkward spindly branches. It is also the time of migration. Here on our local
A confession. I am a mediocre photographer. And that is okay. I was looking over some older photographs, mostly from when I was an enthusiastic user of film. I reflected on the fact that there were very few good ones. Even ones that I recall liking at the time I
Here are some recent photos I took in Pine Stree Woods. The days were not great, overcast and gray. Still there is a bit of fall color and it was fun to play with some black and white. These were taken by an old camera that I have resurrected the
Soft sodden air of the twilit forest Snap of fallen drops, formed of mist and pines Rain-blackened trunks parade down-slope Pale bleached-yellow of fern Like spirits of their brown bracken brothers Wraiths of mist hang and sweep through the rain-dark trees Flash of white, a pause,
As a measure of transparency; I have started to use AI (Microsoft Co-pilot) in my sparse writing attempts. I am limiting it to editing functions like spelling, grammar, and punctuation. Sometimes it adds Em-dashes. I am not using it for the writing itself but more like a professional