CaptainOrange

I have been playing around some more with the Pringles macro tube that I made at the beginning of May. As you noticed from the pictures in my last post , it was a bit unwieldily. Focus was nearly impossible and my tripod was not up to the task. I made some modifications. I may go into painful detail later. For now, I will say that I devised a system to dynamically set the magnification and added a limited degree of focal control. Then, I had some fun chasing bugs. The ones that can't move anymore are way easier to work with. Macro albums here  (misc incl. bugs) and here  (flowers and yard) I've been a little moody lately, which is why you haven't heard from me. I've also been reading a photographer's blog who gives great advice for using light (but particularly on camera flash). I put my mood together with the learning and got some cool shots using a combination of the sun and my new flash. It was all in the name of a greater personal project that I'm w...

Anwyn always accurately aces anything attempted. Nobly noting nuance, never naughty--needs niceness. Wistful Warrior, wishes wonderful warm wrapping... whomever... whenever Yes, yearning yearly, you're yet youthful. Newly number nevele (negatively now). Notoriously nice.

Why is it that something that is designed (read marketed ) to make dogs (read humans ) feel better (read less guilty ) can somehow manage to spoil my day (cbc.ca)? At any rate, I was over at Daviditron this morning and it seems to be working wonders for him. Personally, I think it's just the weather. I can't believe what a difference it makes to me. I've heard that people in Saskatchewan (no citation available) are more prone than average to obsess and talk about the weather every chance we get . . . witness! I am beginning to realize just why that is. Like Dave's shoulder beginning to lift from his side, my 'prozac' is waxing in the sky right now . . . hmmmm . . . shoulder surgery spirits surface, sleeve ascends seeks solar solace Can you tell? I'm doing much better now . . .

or as I have affectionately come to call it QT . The acronym can also currently be used for "Quest Tuesday," the mysterious " on the q.t. ", or (as it happens) quite a few other things . What the hell is it? What is it good for? As with many things worth explaining , the answer is (too?) complex. I use The Quest as a way of describing my approach to life. I don't think that is uncommon. It is an ideal -- a personal measure of the quality of how I am living. I could (and will eventually) spend pages trying to prosify what is a very simple idea which still seems ineffable. Instead, for now, I will offer two poems that I have written which may clarify my particular approach. We'll talk more of this later... Sherandilin He Who Watches Sherandilin, the city fair. The questor's souls have perched 'mongst rare And wondrous beings of power and might Whose deeds become my dreams at night. When last I lay my wearied head, The questor's trail-song stands i...