Snow in this part of Texas doesn’t last long—thank goodness for this Yankee who admires it greatly in photographs and for maybe a week or two—but shoveling sidewalks before going to work/school each morning, stocking up for blizzards–this was okay as long as we had electricity and heat–but not so much fun when you had to go to school on Saturday to make up the lost days–and then the mud in the spring.
Snow here means treacherous driving as people here do not understand a light foot on the gas pedal is essential. And it seems that every time we have had snow we have had a significant hurricane.
But Pink Snow—it lasts just a couple of days and presents no driving hazards–just a bit of sadness as the season of the azalea flowers is coming to an end.
Last week’s assignment was hands.
I took a lot of photos at a gathering on Saturday, then worked hard on finishing up my final exam in Photoshop Elements. Somehow I had pressed a button and all the tools would implement themselves one by one as I tried to put letter in the text box. I have no idea what I did–tried closing and rebooting photoshop Elements—then I found the reset all tools buttons–did that and I was back in business.
This photo is therefore late but here it is.
it become the basis for a new art piece–but I have a few others in the lineup first.
This time of year always seems to surprise us–it seems much too early for our yards to be in full bloom. I have three colors of azaleas, white, salmon, and pink.
Satsuma and lemon trees promise a lot of fruit—but my poor peach tree did not survive last summer.
After finishing up Social Security disability exams for the day, there was enough sunlight left in a beautiful day made for outdoors to go back to Seminole Canyon for another visit.
The rock art here is 4000 years old and has weathered in past years due to the building of the Amistad Reservoir.
Pictographs or rock art are always fascinating–what were they depicting? are these stories or documents of hunting trips or every day life? Who painted them? Some of them are painted very high up on the rock face–did they use ropes to dangle down to paint?
I spent some time working on a few photos with photoshop to see if I could enhance some of them to bring out more detail. I took quite a few–so it is a project for a rainy day this summer.
However, the photos of the day are here: https://sylviaweirphotos.smugmug.com/Texas/Seminole-Canyon-and-surrounds-2017/
This week’s assignment was Scissors—a natural sequence to rock paper scissors. I thought about getting out all of my scissors and putting them in a pile–or perhaps taking a photo of a pair and then doing something weird with them in Photoshop–twist them or make them odd colors or in watercolor. Instead I opted for a closeup of my pinking shears–a birthday present from my parents when I was 17. So they are quite old–and I’ve used them a lot—back in the days when nearly all fabric was cotton and my dresses and blouses and pants were all cotton. Although I became quite adept at flat-fell seams and mock flat fell seams, these shears made my fashion wardrobe a much easier process.
Now they reside in a hand-made scissors sheath in a drawer next to the other scissors and rotary cutters.
This week’s assignment is Paper—right after Rock–maybe Scissors is next but I will find out tomorrow morning.
I toyed with several ideas–a tree (raw paper), the newspaper as Dora brings it in each morning, the paperwhite Narcissus that is blooming in my back yard or the box of paper reams near my desk, or my thesis, or… But then there were the two boxes that came filled with beekeeping supplies to get ready for the coming year.
A bit of adjusting of lighting in Photoshop–thanks to the Pixeladies Photoshop I class I have conquered some basics in layers.
And then there is that gorgeous live oak tree just down the street from me.
Down the street a few blocks over is a garage. Not just any garage for parking cars or lawnmowers and bicycles or Christmas lights but a garage set up to work on CARS or MOTORCYCLES. Built to specifications as outlined in our historic district.
One lovely sunny morning in recent months we spent an hour or so there, my husband consulting and investigating various aspects of the project on hand–while I took photos of things that intrigued me. Mechanical parts, bits and pieces, work processes and their detritus—and a bit of whimsy.
Here they all are: https://sylviaweirphotos.smugmug.com/Family/A-day-in-the-garage/
Two weeks ago the photo assignment was to use the lyrics of Hallelujah written by Leonard Cohen as inspiration. Although the song is not new I had heard it about three months ago and was intrigued to read the full lyrics.
So—-what to do with this song that describes human foibles and frailties and a desperate search for God and meaning and hope?
I could not think of a single image that would convey that idea–it needed to be Music (already done by Cohen) or a dance (Martha Graham could do it or perhaps Patrick Swayze–but those options are not realistic). So then what about being quite concrete about it?
I found a plastic knight in the toybox in the closet. I positioned him in front of a Mexican flower pot having reportedly fallen over a sea shell. His foolish grin, his outstretched arms perhaps purvey the absurdity of man’s search for meaning when it is already within.
Last week our assigned topic was ‘rock’. As there aren’t a lot of native rocks here on the upper coast of Texas, I tried to think of some other images I could use.
Rock solid (musculature–how to find a model???)
Rock N Roll
so a lot of ideas—but I ended up taking a photo of the rocks from my garden pond that are neatly lined up in the driveway awaiting replacement of the pond liner–maybe this week.
I spend a lot of time driving.
It is a time of contemplation for me–a landscape that looks barren but is filled with life–birds-bugs-beasties including those legless creatures. While many would think this is boring and would need entertainment I am content in my thoughts.
This photo was taken somewhere north of Hondo Texas.