Reflections on a watermark

I have generally not used watermarks on my photos. I’ve never been entirely keen on how they look and didn’t really think that anyone would bother nabbing any of my shots for use elsewhere. I was wrong on this second account. People have rather liberally filched my photos from my website. A lot. Without attributing…

Cabin Fever

I’m not entirely sure what happened. I thought things were going well. Everyone seemed happy. There was balance. There was unity. Early this morning I wandered into the studio and saw this: I thought it was simply a generous offering at first. You see, the turtles are evidently used to more exotic foods than are…

Softly fallin’…

Or it was, yesterday. Today it’s blowing a mad gale outside. Winds are gusting up to 110km/h and the snow is that stick-to-the-greenhouse-and-scour-your-skin kind, which is more like ice pellets than any fairytale snow. Since I feel no need for an Arctic exfoliant, we’re tucked away indoors this morning. Time to work on projects, have…

An interloper in the duck pond

The Bowring Park (link takes you to a pdf map and index of the park) duck pond, which has a fluctuating population of hundreds of mallard, black, pintail, and hybrid ducks, along with a few swans and half a New York city-block’s-worth of pigeons, currently also has a cormorant. They don’t usually hang out in…

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning….

…. and the first thing that I heard, Was a song outside my window, And the traffic wrote the words. – Joni Mitchell Or rather, the garbage truck wrote the words and it was a made scramble for the recycling, tossing this into that and those into these and pelting out to the curb in…