OK, I admit it. I have a fascination with getting up close to things. Macro (or micro if you're using Nikkor) is one of my favorite areas of photography.
Perhaps it's because of the way macro photography allows you cut the clutter of the rest of the world, allowing you get more intimate with your subject. Or something like that.
Or, maybe it has more to do with the way the close-up image can render the world. Sometimes things are in focus, sometimes out of focus, it's all possible... depending on the effect you're after.
Todays image is rather flat. I've tried to tease a little depth into it--for all the good it did. Still, I'm pretty happy with it. The colors are relaxing and the composition, though rather standard, is engaging enough for me to decide it's worth sharing.
Now, about that up-and-coming trip to the Canyonlands. Details are finally finalized. Getting all the backcountry reservations we wanted (well, most of them anyway) proved to be a ongoing lesson in why you should reserve sites really early if you want to do things right!
We wound up only getting one night along the White Rim road, a 4wd track that makes a 100 mile loop around the Islands in the Sky section of the park. If we had managed a site closer to the middle of the track it would not be as big a deal, but we got one of the only ones available and it happens to be a scant 25 miles in. Even the Rangers I have spoken with did not care to speculate on how many hours it might take to traverse the 75 miles of road we'll be obliged to travel in one day. Evidently there are just too many variables to estimate the time with any degree of accuracy. I translate this to mean, "Get up early and drive--see how far you get by noon--drive faster if you must."
Luckily, though, the second leg of our trip in the Needles section of the park is looking far more laid back. We have the same site reserved for two nights in a row, and the only pressures we should have are what to cook for supper and where to hike.
Should be a lot of fun. I hope to get a few nice pics. Something other than macros.
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Visiting your site is much like opening an elegant magazine. I look forward to it. It's particularly engaging when I find a stunning graphic which is then thought through in engaging ways. But the addition of an unrelated essay is what turns a routine format into something a whole bunch more complex.
As a city guy, it's tough to imagine what propels folks to go tens of miles down a primitive road. Nor to identify with the joy of sleeping on the ground way away from air conditioning, plump beds, and room service. When I get away, I want to shift any element of work to someone else. I want to enter a womb with a view where this creature is comforted.
But just as it's intriguing to visit other civilizations and cultures vicariously, it's challenging to delve the minds of friends who rough their time off to commne with creatures who I pay an exterminator to keep away.... I have buddies just like you who have spent a lifetime hiking the Applachian Trail in bits throughout the seasons. Others who climb rocks that I call mountains, and yet others who think Iron Man contests are for pansies.
Meantime we shall go to Italy next month and spend time in restaurants, pubs, museums and trails among ancient ruins which have had the human effort engineered out of them. I have a feeling you'd not find that a vacation. Hmmmm....
BTW... once again you have found the artistry in the artifacts of craftspeople in this posting. Someone... someones... designed those molds so that the hardware could be poured to allow someone(s) else to carefully mount them on that doorway. Do you think that communicating with all of us around the world through a site like this could ever have passed through their minds? How many mundane, or serious actions that we take in a day will communicate something as its remains tunnel through time?
Nice work Michael... once again I shall come away from this elegant magazine.... wondering.
Thanks
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