Category:Fine Art
The locked doors should have told me I wasn’t going to find who I was looking for. But I held my fob to the sensor and went in anyway. The dimmed illumination coming from the emergency lighting confirmed all my technicians had headed home for the day. I only needed a screwdriver and only for a couple of minutes so I ventured into one of the tech workshops. That’s when this broken monitor on one of the repair benches caught […]
A short post to which everyone out there a very Happy New Year 2020. Yes, the photo below is a hand-held shot. I’ve long maintained you don’t need a tripod to get great firework shots and at many festive events, you can’t bring a tripod anyway. Click below to: Choose your print type Select your size Pick your finish Adjust your crop Add a frame (or not) Complete your purchase
When was the first time you tried the bumper cars at the fair or carnival? I must have been around nine or ten years old when I first noticed them at one of the traveling carnivals that would stop by in Aldbourne twice a year in those days. Back then the traveling bumper cars would use a conductive floor and ceiling with a separate polarity. As the cars would drive around I’d be fascinated by the sparks from the ceiling […]
The Empty Chair is a recurring theme throughout literature. I think I first became aware of it when I studied Macbeth at High School. It appears during the banquet in Act 3, Scene 4. All the guests see and empty chair but when Macbeth looks at the chair he sees the ghost of Banquo sitting there. In Arthurian legend, Merlin reserved the ‘Siege Perilous’ at the round table for the knight who would one day find the Holy Grail. The […]
Post Oak Reflection is an image of the facades of townhouses at 3050 Post Oak in Houston, reflected in the pond across the street. The ripples in the water were driven by a light breeze, aided by the resident ducks. I had to wait a while for the ducks to leave the scene and I was aided in that by a child and his guardian who came to feed them a short distance to my left and out of the […]
I was drawn to the colors of these red and yellow crates I found lying in an alley behind a restaurant.