Friday, August 13, 2010

the first

photo by rraine
editing assisted (a lot) by j.d. morehouse

i love my new camera.


  1. I can see why you love it. The focus is great.

  2. Hi. I love your new camera, too.

    I just wanted to thank you for commenting on The Little Prince where I put the fox excerpt on my blog. And I thank you more specifically there, too.

  3. kass-i think that, in time, i can finally get to where i want to go. quite the learning curve...

    tess-hi! always a pleasure to see you drop in.

    okatb-thanks, for your patient assistance in this venture.

  4. I like how the petals are curling up on themselves, as if the flower is a little bashful about blooming.

  5. kirk-by this time, they should be over the bashfulness, since they're about dead! then again, maybe you never get over being bashful.

  6. Really? In that case, they're just not going gently into that sweet night, or however that goes.

  7. A beautiful choice for a first posting of the new camera...with all the intricacy of the form, ther is still an innocence to your this!!!

  8. kirk-that's for sure.

    because-thanks, deb. i always appreciate hearing your perceptions.

  9. Brilliant colors with your usual great use of light. Looking forward to seeing more. i could of used your new camera friday night as I came past Mt Shasta at sunset. Cell phone just didn't capture the majesty.

  10. tag-oh, mt. shasta! i was there, many years ago, camping in the general area. what a sight that must have been, at sunset.

  11. Congratulations on your new camera....

    This excerpt from an Amy Lowell poem is not in reference to your " First" but it reminded me of your lovely photos of light on and in glass and water.

  12. .... and the excerpt is:

    "........The sunshine pours in at the bath-room window and bores through the water in the bath-tub in lathes and planes of greenish-white.
    It cleaves the water into flaws like a jewel, and cracks it to bright light.

    Little spots of sunshine lie on the surface of the water and dance, and their reflections wobble deliciously over the ceiling; a stir of my finger sets them whirring, reeling.
    I move a foot and the planes of light in the water jar. I lie back and laugh, and let the green-white water, the sun-flawed beryl water, flow over me......."

  13. great 1st!

    I can wait to see what's coming next ;)


  14. tr-thank you for the excerpt. i'm not familiar with her, so now i have someone new to explore.

    gabi-thanks! i'm wondering, too, what will be next.