Hello art gods, where are you hiding today?

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Beyond the numbers: what’s next?

If more of us REALLY listened to this point of view photography would take a giant step forward and camera companies would sell many less cameras.

Sitting By The River

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Silently sitting close to each other, lost in thought as the little tidal river moved slowly by. 

Without Color It’s An Entirely Different Thing

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I always find it extraordinary how our emotional perceptions can change with the removal of an object’s color. This rose, before its black and white transformation, was a deep soft pink and all one really saw of it was it’s lovely hue.

Take away that and the folds of the flower’s petals take center stage. The emphasis shifts to a symphony of sensual curves that in some ways is even more arresting  than its color.

The iPad Air Mini or something like it from one of the other “big boys” is probably in my future.

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I went to the Apple store today to get a charger replacement for my wife Sarah’s Macbook Pro. A pretty standard visit except Apple stuff doesn’t usually break. Nothing else was on my mind but the replacement of that defective cord. On the way out, as is usual for me, I browsed the latest Apple goodies completely aware of most everything I was looking at, but admiring its good construction. Almost out the door I picked up a Mini iPad Air and absent-mindedly snapped a photo with it and mailed it to myself. While still holding that Mini, I browsed the apps on the machine which included a pretty good WordPress one.

Back home now there waiting for me was the clear well rendered Apple store photograph in my email and then as I was looking at it, this thought hit me. Using that Mini, it would have been a cinch to put the photo in this blog and bypass my laptop computer entirely. Not only that but, the size of that little powerhouse and the recent availability of a mobile Lightroom app gave me the ability to edit, store and showcase extremely well all my photographs. Furthermore, to top things off, because I have big hands, typing on the Mini would be pretty easy.

DISCLAIMER: I may sound like an Apple fanboy but I’m really not. I have used and liked  some Android machines but I tend to come back to mother Apple because their stuff works well together and looks so good. People tend to fault Apple for their silo mentality and that criticism is well taken. Heaven knows, until recently, Microsoft certainly had it too. However, a little while back Google put a new photo uploading button on their Gmail system that defaults you back to the images you have stored on Google+, so it would appear that silo thinking is not limited to Apple. Microsoft on the other has made Office available for the iPad. Things are indeed changing.

CONCLUSION: As we know more tablets are being sold now than laptops and from today’s outing, I am more than ever convinced that trend will only accelerate.

The genie is most certainly out of the bottle.

Old Family Tree

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Drinking Bar Memories

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Occasionally this tea totaling “friend of Bob” comes across a spot with a bar that looks so good it just cries out, sit right down here my friend and I’ll make it very easy for you to get a fine buzz on.

Velasco’s in Petaluma reminds me of a joint I used to go to in Baja Mexico called Rosarito Beach Casino where I managed, way back in my old drinking days, to achieve the worst hangover of my life banging back shots of 10-year-old tequila and fresh squeezed limes out of ice-cold salt encrusted glasses.

After the third or fourth round the world was a happy bouncing ball of pure delight with me, funny me, intelligent me, good looking me at its center. And as these things so often go, after number six or seven or eight that ball pretty much exploded as the lights flickered and fizzled out in the ebony black Mexican night.

Next day sun was so painful that walking along the beach I had to close my eyes against its glare and just peek out every now and then to be sure I didn’t step on any of the horse turds that littered the sand.

 

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