Painting by iPhone


This is just a quick photo with my Apple iPhone as I was walking by the Frog Pond yesterday. I had no conventional camera. Do you know the french painter Georges Seurat? This shot reminds me of him.

My point here is not that this photograph is somehow some great work of art. It does however underscore the point that the era of stand alone cameras is under severe attack by that gizmo we all carry in our pockets or purses.

A Colorful Urban Apple


Somebody in Apple’s advertising department came up with this super spot for touting their brand. This sign is on the side of an old building hemmed in on both sides by roadways. On the right is a neighborhood side street, no big deal, but on the left is a Massachusetts Turnpike on-ramp that thousands and thousands use every day.

I took this picture as the sun was setting and I must say big daddy Apple is certainly colorful and very hard to ignore.


Apple iPad Test


Now that we are living in Boston, access to the tech world is much easier. I’m seriously thinking about the possibility of doing a lot more of my photography work on the iPad Air 2. The reasons for this are the many many apps that are available for photo processing as well as the terrific portability of iPad.

All this may be just lazy wishful thinking on my part, but I’m intrigued by the possibility and plan to give it a try.

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


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.

The Old Apple Tree



This photograph is of an old apple tree growing on the edge of my brother’s field near Rockport Harbor. A week or so ago, one of its main branches broke in an ice storm and now lies twisted, touching the ground. My brother’s wife will probably get him to cut the tree down this summer as there isn’t much left of it anymore.

The old apple tree doesn’t mind being cut down now. It’s had a long life and even in the day when there was a commercial orchard on the land, the apples it gave the farmer to sell weren’t what made it happy. Making money was fine but what the tree really liked were the times when all the busy chores were done and it stood alone by the edge of the water in the warm sun and listened to the waves rustle the little stones that covered the beach below it.

The tree’s place in the orchard, when there had been one, was at the very bottom of the row nearest the sea and in the fall and spring when the migrating geese were passing through,  a flock of them would sometimes cluster nearby burbling softly to each other as they ate the grass under its branches. When the birds had finished eating, they would settle down in the soft grass and sleep with their heads under a wing. The guard birds stayed awake of course and if all was quiet and no foxes or people were near, they would tell the tree stories of flying all night above storm clouds in the dull silver light of a crescent moon.

In the mid 1800s the farm had been sold to a rich man from Philadelphia as a summer vacation place, then sold again to someone else and finally cut into smaller pieces for yet more summer houses. The tree no longer was expected to make money for anyone and since it wasn’t commercially valuable, it wasn’t fertilized or pruned or sprayed to keep the worms from digging into its wood or fruit. That was OK because the geese still passed through and told stories of their travels and children of the summer people would occasionally come by to try to climb it or even bite into the small wormy bitter apples it still produced. 

I’ve known this tree since I first came to Maine in the early 1950s. I was one of those children of summer and I will miss it. 

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