Tiny White Flowers

Tiny White Flowers

Saturday, May 18, 2013

What Do You Believe?

I'm just curious: what is it you believe today?

Try it - you might just end up in a poem. (And yes, this question is as loose as it seems.)

Just fill in the blank below. Take as much time as you need.



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Friday, April 5, 2013

The New Camera, and My Cat

Poor dear. As it is quite rainy, my cat finds herself the unlucky target of my shooting practice.


This is my practice with the new 60mm lens.  Not sure if this was a wise choice, but I'm going to learn how to use it.  Best used for copy and close-up work.  And for counting cat hairs.


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Well over a year later, my conclusion is that this has been a fantastic lens for me. Love it for macros of flowers, and it's good also for copy work. 

Fine Art America link to my photo gallery - Ronda Broatch Photos


Thursday, September 27, 2012

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Close-up Photos on Fine Art America

close-up photos

There are some beautiful shots on this site~

Chocolate Shop Window, NYC

On Fine Art America:

Photography Prints

Red Dahlia After Rain

Photography Prints

Friday, July 20, 2012

Rain and Red Dahlia

A new shot, taken today~

http://ronda-broatch.artistwebsites.com/featured/rain-and-red-dahlia-ronda-broatch.html?newartwork=true

Red Dahlia on Opening Day~

http://ronda-broatch.artistwebsites.com/featured/red-dahlia-on-opening-day-ronda-broatch.html?newartwork=true

Fresh from the garden~

Checking In Again

It's been a long long time~  During that time I've taken many photos, had some poetry published, visited Glacier National Park, taught extra classes at the gym, and lost my iMac hard drive.

Yes, 33K photos gone with it.  Yikes.  Software retrieval doesn't work, so Apple and the Mac Store say the only way is a surgical procedure, in a "clean room."  How much?  Anywhere from $800 - 2000.  Mmmm, maybe not right now~

Fortunately, I have some photos on Flickr, FB (although I found out that those are at greatly reduced resolution), and on Fine Art America.  That will tide me over for a little while~

I've been spending some time on both Flickr and Fine Art America.  It's been great getting to
know other photographers, sharing the work, and getting feedback.  Dangerous, too, as I learn about other cameras and equipment I can save up for!

garden photos

The link above shows some of the wonderful garden photos on FAA (mostly *not* mine).

I'm really enjoying getting out during rains (yes, it's been a weird Northwest summer, with some heavy rains and thunderstorms!), photographing my flowers, birds and insects.  I love the vivid colors after a rain, and the morning light on the rain-wet subjects.


 Well, the rain has let up and I can see the steam rising from the lawn.  The sun is shining, so I'm sure there's a rainbow - a nice one - somewhere. Out I go!


Sunday, May 6, 2012

National Photography Month - Day Six


Grace Flowers today, originally uploaded by salmonbear7.

Grace Flowers today

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Super Moon over Puget Sound (seen from Kingston)

My "extra" Photography Month photo, as today was Super Moon Saturday~

May poem

May by Jonathan Galassi : The Poetry Foundation


May

By Jonathan Galassi
The backyard apple tree gets sad so soon,   
takes on a used-up, feather-duster look   
within a week.

The ivy’s spring reconnaissance campaign   
sends red feelers out and up and down   
to find the sun.

Ivy from last summer clogs the pool,   
brewing a loamy, wormy, tea-leaf mulch   
soft to the touch

and rank with interface of rut and rot.
The month after the month they say is cruel   
is and is not.

National Photography Month - Day 5

The tulips continue to amaze me every day. I think I derive energy from their vibrant colors.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Day Four of National Photography Month


Waiting for sunnier days, originally uploaded by salmonbear7.

"Waiting for sunnier days"

As I post this it is raining heavily out there, on the eve of the Super Moon. I hope it clears off enough by 11:30 pm for me to photograph it!

Meanwhile, I've been going through my scads of photos, deleting to make more room on my computer, and I found this shot, take over three years ago.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Day Three of National Photography Month


At the beach, originally uploaded by salmonbear7.

This was taken in Sept. 9, 2007, but hey - who's keeping track?!

Loved this crow. Mom was feeding it popcorn ...

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

National Photograpy Month - Day Two

Today is a typical back and forth day: sun, clouds, wind, and the remnants of rain. Here is a photo of my view today:

I have much to do today: proof-reading, home-work coaching, writing.  I will make time to get outside, take more photos~

Photo a Day for National Photography Month

I don't know why it took me until today to realise that this is National Photography Month.  I find it kind of wonderful that it comes right on the heels of National Poetry Month.  Now I have a new self-set challenge - to post a photo a day.

This one is for yesterday:

Mom and I went to the tulip fields in Mount Vernon, and the day was near perfect.  It wasn't overly sunny, but the clouds were nice, and the vibrancy and detail of the flowers and fields as a whole were spectacular.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Wednesday Poem

Untitled [A house just like his mother's]- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More

I was instantly taken by this poem by Gregory Orr, drawn to its simplicity, brevity, and depth.  For me it evokes memories of living in my grandparent's house - the magic of the rooms, the mystery of the past I didn't live, that was theirs together.



Untitled [A house just like his mother's]  
by Gregory Orr

A house just like his mother's,
But made of words.
Everything he could remember
Inside it:
Parrots and a bowl
Of peaches, and the bright rug
His grandmother wove.

Shadows also—mysteries
And secrets.
Corridors
Only ghosts patrol.
And did I mention
Strawberry jam and toast?

Did I mention
That everyone he loved
Lives there now,

In that poem
He called "My Mother’s House?"

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