Pardon the dearth of posts in the last few days. Like everyone else I have been pondering on the reality and circumstances of our troubled land. I was contemplating waiting on the Supreme Court’s decisions on the election fraud appeals being submitted for their decisions. But I think I will write a essay on the path forward without regard to whether the Supreme Court does its job or not. I no longer think that further proof is needed to convince the reasonable men among the American people that there is no longer one law that applies to all Americans. And what we have to decide is what we want to do about that. That’s what I will be working on.
I also have some more movie reviews. I have a book review of Jim Butcher’s latest addition to his Dresden Files’ series, “Peace Talks.” I don’t think I have done reviews of this series before so maybe this will require a review of the series overall as a start. And as the holidays near I think music and movie reviews for holiday themed works will be forthcoming.
I have been very negligent on the photography front. I’m still posting photos of the day from back in the summer. That is because photo work takes a bunch of time to prep. I keep promising to put together some larger posts on technique and various subjects but I’ve been unable based on time. I have promised myself I’ll have to do better. And I will.
And as promised I’ll get guest contributors busy on some things outside of my areas of expertise.
So once again apologies for the drought but things will improve.
This summer has been an unmitigated failure as a butterfly photographing season. Whenever I’ve gone out with my macro lens and monopod the butterflies have been non-existent. I think I’ve gotten a half dozen shots of a monarch or two. But other than that it’s been the tiny butterflies or nothing.
So today at about 4pm I went out without my camera just to get a snootful of air and wandering by a garden that was in the afternoon shade I see this tiger swallowtail in perfect condition. The wings are vividly colored and there are no tatters at all. And maybe because it’s in the shade it’s completely unconcerned with my presence. Usually butterflies constantly scan their surroundings and reposition to avoid threats or even leave suddenly if they feel threatened. This one is unphased by my presence and I’m standing there behind it looking at the perfect shot of the flat open wings, without a camera!
I head back to the house mumbling and swearing about my lousy luck and I grab my rig and head back out. And it’s still there. But sure enough, as soon as I get into range it takes off. More grumbling and swearing. Now we’re in the more typical situation with the butterfly playing ring around the rosy with me, always keeping a flower between me and it. Well, I had had enough. Instead of my usual magnified view trying to get the perfect focus I set the autofocus to continuous and the trigger mode to multiple-hi speed and I machine gunned my way through hundreds of files while I actively chased that stupid insect around the yard.
Was I successful? We’ll see. But it was satisfying to use modern technology to defeat the annoying strategies of a creature whose brain is about the size of a poppy seed.
“That’s one small step for a man. One giant leap for mankind.”
“What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form, in moving, how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals!”