Week 5: Wrinkles

This afternoon as we play the waiting game to see what Tropical Storm Isaac has planned for us, I looked out back and saw the wind had kicked up, making our normally-placid pond look a bit wrinkled. Water wrinkles, you could call them. When they turn into white caps we’ll know Isaac is in town.

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Week 4: The Old and the New

My mother was enamored of all things British, including English bone china. I was eight years old when Princess Elizabeth became Queen Elizabeth II on June 2nd, 1953, and as her namesake, my mother gave me a commemorative china mug. Twenty-five years later my mother gave me another commemorating the queen’s Silver Jubilee, and 25 years later, in 2002, the year my mother died, she gave me the commemorative mug “To celebrate 50 years reign of Her Majesty The Queen 1952-2002.” It says so right on the back of the mug. With my mother gone, I thought that was the end of my Queen collection. Then last evening over dinner, a dear friend just back from the UK presented me with the Diamond Jubilee mug commemorating 60 years on the throne this year. (The mugs are in order, from left, 1953, 1977, 2002 and 2012.) The old gal seems to be going strong. Is there another china mug in my future? For the photo, I added a vignette blur and a touch of tonal contrast in Nik.

Week 3: Bubbles

Imagine entering a long boat slip under cascades of bubbles. It’s a wondrous feeling, and one I enjoy every time I enter the Sarasota Yacht Club. The dramatic entrance was designed just for that feeling, and the three generous cascades of bubbles produce the desired effect. The bubbles beg to be photographed, which I did today. I applied a PhotoShop Stylizer filter for a little boost.

Week 2: A Little Red Dot

It didn’t occur to me that finding a little red dot would be challenging until I read Sue Karski’s blog. Then I started to worry. I began to think of all the things I have seen and places I had been and the only red dot that came to mind was on the foreheads of woman in India. So now I‘ve got to find an Indian woman with a red dot on her forehead—on the Gulf coast of Florida. I sat at my computer and raised my chin to ponder the predicament. My eyes fell on 29 little red dots. My five-foot crazy painted tin lizard hanging on the wall three feet above my desk was staring me in the face. Sometimes we just have to look up. I shot the head and legs and gave it a Colored Pencil treatment in PhotoShop.

Week 1: Multiple Layers

These are layers of writings from the early 20th Century collected by my grandfather, Usher L. Burdick. He was a North Dakota lawyer, author, rancher and congressman, who lived from 1879 to 1960. These layers have a place in my bookcase among a small stack of books he authored and other literary works that survive from his extensive book collection. He was a scholar of Native Americans and fluent in Sioux, whose library include 12,000 books on the West. Many of his writings and manuscripts are housed at the Chester Fritz Library at the University of North Dakota and at the State Historical Society of North Dakota. I was inspired to photograph this stack when I noticed it reminded me of phyllo dough. I gave it a dry-brush treatment in Photoshop to accentuate the paper strata.