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Take field trips. The bandwidth of the world is greater than that of your TV set, or the Internet, or even a totally immersive, interactive, dynamically rendered, object–oriented, real–time, computer graphic–simulated environment.
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Also seen, but yesterday
Posted in life around us, photography, taking time to look
Tagged Photography, spiderweb, TakingTimetoLook
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The Day of the Eclipse
So glad I took today off! Started out by mailing my August Poetry Postcard cards at the Nassau Post Office, each bearing one of the cool eclipse stamps. Hope they all arrive safe and sound. A little breakfast, picked up … Continue reading
Posted in Do the Work, geeky stuff, life around us, overhead, photography, taking time to look, the creative process, watercolor
Tagged dothework, eclipse2017, Photography, process, watercolor
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Sunset and Clouds July 27th
As I drove home I saw and passed under a HUGE cloud as I went east on I-90. I could see the sunset shaping up behind me, but mostly I wanted another view of that immense cloud as I headed … Continue reading
Posted in clouds, Do the Work, In the neighborhood, sunsets, taking time to look
Tagged clouds, Photography, sunset, TakingTimetoLook
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That Whooshing Sound was July
I’ve been trying to upload photos to post here and failing. I’ve been getting ready for the 11th Annual August Poetry Postcard Fest 2017, scanning watercolors and printing postcard fronts and trying to get into a more wordy state of … Continue reading
Posted in clouds, Do the Work, In the neighborhood, photography, watercolor
Tagged clouds, Photography, watercolor
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Weird Memories Found
I have a weird childhood memory of going on a picnic with the Frezon grandparents and, no doubt, Aunt Marie and that we were in dark woods and at, not a stream, but a spillway. And over the years I’ve … Continue reading