Now that my cancer has returned (with a vengeance), and I submit myself to the chemotherapy, I proceed with my bird photography as if it were part of the cure. In fact it is. This very young jay is quite special to me, and the capture and sharing of the image with you are my way of doing only important things with those moments that are left in my life. So enjoy the vividness of his brand new color, and understand that few people get to see a living example of the interior race of the scrub jay, let alone one that is such a beautiful brand new child. Thus do I selfishly surround myself with joy, by sharing what I love.
This photo won Best of Show at the 10th Annual Juried Exhibition by Images Art Gallery, April 18, 2014. I was blown away. It was up against some of the best, and nationally known painters, photographers and sculptors in the Kansas City area. It hangs as a large stretched canvas that I had printed by DA. I had my local framer stretch it, and it is unframed.
This is what I see when I look out my kitchen window. Can you blame me then, if I ignore the computer, and pick up my fishing pole? Well, I did take the shot, and give it some art, so may I have your permission to be absent a while? I promise to check in when the bass aren't biting. Wait. Aren't they always biting somewhere on something???
My friend Mary, who lives in Ukraine, took this photograph. I know her through DA, and I am an admirer of her more abstract art. But I think this piece of photojournalism is quite beautiful, for the tones, and the movement of the four powerful faces. It says a lot about courage against tyranny. If you follow her page, you can keep abreast of developments there, and spread the word through facebook and other social media. We can all help Ukraine fight for liberty. Just click on the photo to get to her page, via her name. My heart is with her now.
Now that my cancer has returned (with a vengeance), and I submit myself to the chemotherapy, I proceed with my bird photography as if it were part of the cure. In fact it is. This very young jay is quite special to me, and the capture and sharing of the image with you are my way of doing only important things with those moments that are left in my life. So enjoy the vividness of his brand new color, and understand that few people get to see a living example of the interior race of the scrub jay, let alone one that is such a beautiful brand new child. Thus do I selfishly surround myself with joy, by sharing what I love.
This photo won Best of Show at the 10th Annual Juried Exhibition by Images Art Gallery, April 18, 2014. I was blown away. It was up against some of the best, and nationally known painters, photographers and sculptors in the Kansas City area. It hangs as a large stretched canvas that I had printed by DA. I had my local framer stretch it, and it is unframed.
This is what I see when I look out my kitchen window. Can you blame me then, if I ignore the computer, and pick up my fishing pole? Well, I did take the shot, and give it some art, so may I have your permission to be absent a while? I promise to check in when the bass aren't biting. Wait. Aren't they always biting somewhere on something???
The Face of Freedom in Ukraine by clippercarrillo, journal
The Face of Freedom in Ukraine
My friend Mary, who lives in Ukraine, took this photograph. I know her through DA, and I am an admirer of her more abstract art. But I think this piece of photojournalism is quite beautiful, for the tones, and the movement of the four powerful faces. It says a lot about courage against tyranny. If you follow her page, you can keep abreast of developments there, and spread the word through facebook and other social media. We can all help Ukraine fight for liberty. Just click on the photo to get to her page, via her name. My heart is with her now.
I was dressed like a tree and smelling of acorns and doe urine, a curious perfume of my own mixture which makes me invisible to a buck who's better sense has been blinded by the rut, an event that peaks in Kansas on 11/11, which, by the way, is my birthday.
And I was sitting on a log in a nice piece of woods, on a doe path crossing a gully,
when I turned, and there was a buck about this far away:but with humongous antlers, fully grown out of velvet into six points, with eyes just as sweet as those of my friend above, yet stronger and bigger, and frankly, much more healthy, and I said to him,
"Damn, you're beautiful. Now go on your way,