I asked Mom to bring up some clothes for Dolly.

A softbox is a photographic lighting device.

Its purpose is to create even, diffused light by directing light through a translucent material.

The effect is that of a window.

With that in mind, I keep an eye on the lighting effects of the window

that I might learn to use such light purposefully.

I’ve decided I want to be a photographer. Specifically, I would like to be the sort of person who gets paid to take portrait photographs and to document important events such as weddings and pregnancies and newborns and such. Death is another important event I would like to photograph, but the chance of that is pretty slim.

I know I have a lot to learn. I have to learn about photography stuff, such as lighting; people stuff, such as asking strangers if I can take their picture; and business stuff, such as asking for money and networking, networking, networking. I have begun to educate myself by reading books and blogs. I was reading Zack Arias’ blog when I came across a particularly intelligent comment by self-educated photographer Deanna Whyte, so I wrote her a note. She directed me to Melissa Jill’s site, among other places. What a trove of information!

Most of it is stuff I cannot entirely practice yet. For example, Melissa Jill talks about focus and lighting in photographing wedding detail. Wedding detail, I learned, is sort-of like “Still-Life With Cupcakes.” Wedding details are the the things that people pay a lot for at their wedding but that guests will mess up immediately. Most people probably get the general effect of wedding detail but are unable to appreciate the amount of time and attention spent on creating it. This is why it is good to photograph the details.

Invariably, a few months down the road when the newlywed couple is paying off their credit card bills, the groom will say, “Honey, I can’t believe we spent two-hundred dollars on a pile of lady-fingers!” This is the perfect opportunity for the bride to pull out the wedding album and say, “Yes, Dear, but look how beautiful it was.” Then they curl together on the couch, pouring over beautiful photographs. There they loose one-another in the romance of wedding and once again completely forget about the credit card bill.

I want to be that photographer.

Unfortunately, I haven’t been invited to many weddings lately. Fortunately, that does not prohibit me from photographing the concept of detail. For example, I turned the compost yesterday. Turning the compost, like wedding, is a highly ritualistic activity. People who don’t care for compost heaps might not see it that way. They certainly won’t notice the detail.

For example, again, I make a lot of bone broth soups. I’m not talking just chicken and turkey here; I mean cow. Cow bones are big. The decomposition rate of cattle femur is comparable to that of your average dinosaur bone. In the past year, my compost has become overrun with bones. I decided to cull them. I’ll take them to municipal composting site and let them deal with osseous waste.

Lest not the bones be forgotten,

I set them on a table in the early morning sun to photograph their multi-faceted foramen.

My mom completed her first plumbing job 64 years ago, at age five. She fixed a sink.

My grandfather was so impressed, he wrote her a song. Something about

“When I plumber earns five dollars an hour / I guess that ain’t so bad.”

Which it wasn’t: minimum wage was 40¢ an hour and the average annual salary was $3,600 per year.

In a full-on attempt to out-do her, Iris tackled her first plumbing job at a year and a half.

Despite the fact (or perhaps because of the fact) that there were numerous people involved,

the sink is still not fixed. 

Nobody wrote a plumbing song for Iris.

I got ANOTHER new camera: Fuji x100s. This is my first post.

I think the colors are even more delicious-er.

Grades 5 through 8 had a cross-country race in the field. There were many schools.

On the sidelines, Joshua and Iris came up with their own game.

It was called “Put the Cup on Joshua’s Face,” and it was hilarious!

Iris’ best friend.