Tag: photos
cantonment highlights
This week’s friday foto finder challenge was to find and share photos on the theme of candle I did poke around in my photo library for a few old photos of candles, and even found a few, but then today happened serendipitously upon some candles. We went to a Revolutionary War historic site, the New Windsor Cantonment, where quite a few candles were around and about.

A lopsided candle hangs out by a chess set.

Many of these tin candle holders were hung along the walls of the temple building.

You can see the candle holders along the walls.

This photo has nothing to do with candles, but it was fun to talk to the costumed staff member. (Really, the candles weren’t all that important a feature of the visit. It was much more interesting to learn about 18th century musketry and medicine.)

(Here are some samples of medicines that were used in the Revolutionary war era. Not shown was the equally fascinating array of surgical implements, including many used for amputations.)

But there were candles. (I was looking for candles.)

Candle wax that had dripped down the walls made interesting shapes.
To see what other candles are on display this week, check out the fff blog.

filling the gap: 2 photos of Portland standpipes
So, um, yeah. These were 2 sets of standpipes that caught my eye in Portland, Oregon, when I was there on a trip for a conference. In September, 2012. (And so my gap of the previous post has been filled. More or less.)
5 photos of standpipes
Here are 5 standpipes (or sets of standpipes) that have caught my eye. Some caught my eye for their reflective shininess, and some for their weathered patina.
As I put these together, I saw that the 5 photos were neatly from 5 different years. (I had a 6th photo that was also from 2011, but it didn’t fit as well, so I didn’t include it.) Would you believe that it bugged me that I didn’t have a standpipe photo from 2012? Further, I noticed that it should have been of a weathered (rather than shiny) standpipe, in order to best complete the pattern. I actually started to look through my photos from that year before realizing that it was crazy to do so, especially given that I have more work to do tonight before bed, and it is after 11 p.m.. (This is the sort of compulsion that I’m talking about.)
Mixed messages
the life and times of an Easter egg
a bunch of fakes
This week’s friday foto finder challenge was to share a photo on the theme of “fake.” It took some digging through my photo library, but this photo from 2011 caught my eye. This bunch of fake grapes adorned our table at a cafe where we had brunch once. In spite of my general lack of enthusiasm for plastic food used as decorations, I loved the way this bunch of fake grapes glowed in the sunlight, and caught so many reflections in its shiny surfaces.
To see what other fakes others are trying to pass off, pay a visit to the fff blog!

towering mirrors
Last night my front porch was visited by the ghost of William Morris
William Morris (1834-1896) was, among other things¹, an Englsh artist and textile designer. His iconic designs featured intricate and highly stylized plants and flowers. I became familiar with his work largely through my familiarity with the variations of his Acanthus leaf design that was used for the wallpaper, signage and even wrapping paper in Barnes & Noble stores through the late 1990s.

It came as quite a surprise to me this morning to find evidence that his ghost had visited our home in the night, and apparently had a tryst with Jack Frost on our front porch.
Intricate patterns of ice covered the whole width of the porch, and varied in detail and density and style.

There were ferns, leaves, flowers, and brambles.

Mr. Morris also included some beadwork in some of his designs.

A view from my standing height, to give a sense of the scope and size of the patterns.

Wherever I looked were more things to photograph. (Click on any of the photos to see a larger version and zoom in. You will be very impressed by the designer-ghost’s attention to detail.)

It snowed overnight here, and there was apparently freezing rain and wind as well. I had opened the front door to get a look at the snow in the front yard, and was greeted by all of this. As best I can guess, little drops of watery ice that landed on our porch were blown around by the wind, leaving little streaks of ice behind them. (This is much like what I guessed happened the morning I found frost feathers on my car.) Either that or it was indeed the ghost of William Morris, and he spent the whole night drawing his patterns on the porch.
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¹ I had no idea that he was also an author of fantasy novels. This may support my ghost theory.






























