Tally came up with this marvelous idea of posting five of her favorite photographs with mini-narratives explaining each pic and why it’s her fave. I think this is such a wonderful that idea that I couldn’t wait to follow suit. The trouble with that, as it turns out, is that none of my favorite photos are digital (I’ve only had my camera a short time), and going through all the trouble of booting up my prehistoric desktop, scanning them onto it (no idea where the scanner software is, so I can’t do it on the laptop), then emailing them to myself on the laptop (I am so not sitting for ages waiting for that desktop to groan and creep its way onto the internet), then uploading them to flickr . . . I’m exhausted and stressed just typing it up. Anyway, so I couldn’t do all that. Wouldn’t, I suppose is more precise.
But Ang saved the day: a while back she posted some great pics of her dad, and when I whined about my scanner sitch, she said that she’d just taken digital pics OF the original pic. D’oh! Genius! So that’s what I did. And the results were less than thrilling:
See how blurry and awful they are? See that glare from the flash? And these were the best two of about ten pics I took of each. It really bugs me, too, because these are definitely two of my favorite pics in person, unblurry and unflashy. The first one is a product of my “artsy” phase (that lasted exactly one roll of black and white film) and is of a tide pool in Newport, RI. If you could see it clearly, you’d see the water swirling around. But as you can’t, maybe you could just imagine it?
The second one is from a (separate) trip to Newport that I took with two good friends of mine (waving at Max). I have this bad habit of stopping dead in the middle of the street when something catches my eye (usually something shiny), and this was one of those times. The girls walked on while I took this picture of a great alley (I like alleys. Pictures of them. During the day.); they mocked me, the girls, I mean. In good fun, of course. But when the pic was developed, it was really something. Not that you can tell that here.
So. Those two don’t count. Five did turn out quite well (um, not blurry or with a giant flash reflection), so those are going to be my new favorites.
But then, the Fabulous Fanta told me about macro mode, and I retook these:
So now they look like the pictures that I love. Sigh. Sorry this post has become so long. And strange. And constantly updated. Yikes!
1. Now I like to think that I’m not an idiot, and I like to think that I do realize that fruits and vegetables don’t “grow” in little plastic bags and containers, as we find them in my more natural habitat at the supermarket. I like to think that. And then I saw this in my dad’s backyard:
You could have knocked me down with a feather! What the heck, thought I, is that? Well, obviously I knew it was a pineapple, but I had no idea that they grew like this. No idea at all. The pineapple looks like it’s perched on there, but it’s not. Cool, huh? Well, unless you know more about pineapples than I did.
2. Treesparrow recently did a beautiful blog post entitled “Following in Jane Eyre’s Footsteps,” and that got me reminiscing about my own trip to that part of the world and how very much I enjoyed Haworth, in particular, and West Yorkshire in general. So I had to include one of my own Bronte pics:
This photo was taken at the Bronte parsonage (sideways, so I could get it all in). See all the daffodils blanketing the cemetery? So lovely. The church is amazing, as are the surrounding moors. I longed for a bit of mist and fog, but as you can see it was a gorgeous day. Oh well, can’t have everything.
3. The next one isn’t a favorite because it’s so great. In fact, it’s a silly shot taken from inside the car:
But I love it because it reminds me of that trip. My mom and I decided that it would be good fun to go out west; we’d never been. So we flew into Phoenix, Arizona and drove up to the Grand Canyon, then drove over to Vegas (Baby!) before heading back to Phoenix again. It was a fun and funny adventure; we laughed and laughed as we drove (she’s got an incredibly dry and sarcastic sense of humor, totally alien to my own. Um, right.); there’s a “dirty goods” story here, but it’s too funny for me to type. Anyway, that’s some random desert in Arizona. It may be close to Sedona, maybe, the red rocks ahead make me think maybe.
4 & 5. I couldn’t find any good pics of Vegas or of the Hoover Dam, so I decided to include two of my favorites from the Grand Canyon:
It is one of the two places in America that have left me breathless, speechless, and awe-struck (the other is the National Mall in D. C.). I have a good shot of the Colorado river far far below, but of course it turned out blurry. Too blurry for me (yes, even me) to post.
So, that’s my contribution to the fave five (or so) photo tag. I hope you enjoyed them. I did also try to find my pics from trips to Panama and Mexico (on a cruise, yay!), but I couldn’t.
I’ll leave you with one last shot from the Grand Canyon (see how I slipped this in there?)
***************** UPDATE *********************
I decided to add in my favorite photos that I think are just decent pics . . . not memory ones:
(hehe, Kelly, see how I made five into thirteen? Ugh. And now fifteen. I’m done now, though. Promise. )