Photo Of the Day: The Camellia Expedition

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I always look forward to reading about those exotic photography expeditions that grace the slicker photo magazines these days.   There are a couple in this month’s Digital Photo Pro that had me drooling with envy.  Oh to be able to do something like that, I thought!   I’m not complaining.  I had my innings in my younger days traveling to upstate Maine, Alaska and so on.  I just wish I knew then what I know now and that I had the gear of today back then.  Such is the drumbeat of life.  The reality now is that at my advanced age, the infirmities that go with it, not to mention the  cost and rigors of travel,  such exotic expeditions are just the stuff of daydreams.  Just driving the 45 minutes to Emerald Isle on the coast of  North Carolina for a few snaps at Lands End is my idea of an expedition these days.  And so it was this past weekend when I gathered up my gear and my boots and ventured out into the Camellia patch here on the farm.  It was no cakewalk.   The boots were a must.  The farm is like a swamp these days thanks to the constant rain which has turned the good earth into a muddy, black soup.  The plywood gave my tripod something to “sit” on.  Otherwise it would have sunk to the ball head.  It really is that sloppy here.   Once I got all set up, I waited for the sun to rise over the canopy of towering lob lolly pines that shade the camellia beds.  The trees provide a sort of natural neutral density filter which allowed a long exposure.  Three shots and I had what I wanted.  The result is the shot above.  I was right pleased with it.   It’s not Acadia National Park in Maine or the Grand Tetons, its just a Camellia bloom but at my age, you really do learn to make do with what you are able to do or to dance with with what brung ya as the old timers say.  I’m one of them.  Thanks for the read.  Stay Nimble.  See you next time.

 

 

 

 

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Photo Of The Day: Scarlet Mallow

674.edited_edited-1 These flowers have many names but I’m told the official name is Hibiscus Coccineus or as it is more popularly called Scarlet Mallow.   I’ve always heard them called Texas Stars or Mexican Hibiscus.  Thanks to the farm name brains for setting me straight as they are prone to do.  Who says this isn’t an educational site.  Thanks for the visit and have a great week ahead everybody.

 

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Photo Of The Day: Spring Sparkle

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Sunrise in a huge, bright red, formosa Azalea.  The days are tick tocking by very quickly and soon the Azaleas and the Dogwoods will be at their peak.  Thanks for the look and have a great evening.

Photo Of The Day: Pink Perfection

Prime Time Posted to Flickr January 16, 2014 A Camellia Bloom on a very cold morning here on the farm.  According to Southern Living Magazine,  A Botanist to King Louis XVI of France brought Camellias to Charleston, South Carolina in the late 1700’s.  This one glowing in the just risen sun is called ‘Pink Perfection’.  Very formal looking I think.  It’s been a tough winter for the Camellias here particularly for the white Camellias which fall victim to the subfreezing nights as soon as buds form.  I suspect this one will bite the dust tonight when another frigid front rolls through.  The weather people say we could have some snow.  That would be nice.  Winters without snow cheats us I think.  Thanks for the look and have a great evening.

Photo Of The Day: Red Camellia

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A brilliant Red Camellia Japonica bloom.  Has a rather festive air about it I think. Thanks for the visit and have a great evening.  Click on the photo for the larger view.   Nikon D600, 24-120 f/4 lens set at 24mm.

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Gabriele Stabile’s striking images of newly arriving refugees & their transition to the US, now on display.  For a look, click on “Lens” in the list of links on the left of this page.  Lens is the New York Times Photography Blog.

Photo Of The Day: First Sasanquas

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To use an eloquent phrase  from the master of phrasing, Sinatra:  “I’m in the September of my years.”  I’m 68.   Suffice to say my days are not to be fiddled away.   Every evening I reflect on my day and try myself by court martial on whether I have wasted my time.   At dawn this morning I thought I had done just that.  I gave up on a photo outing.  I cannot recall when I have ever done that.
I surmise its the residue from all those years in news.  If I was covering some event, or meeting, or happening that yielded no news,  I never ever walked away.   There were lots of those days but even then I was expected to, in the immortal words of newsrooms everywhere…”Come Up With Something.”  I vividly recall when that command first assaulted my then  tender young ears.    I had phoned the desk in Washington to report my assignment had yielded nothing of any interest.  The crusty desk man, Herb Brubaker, listened for about 3 seconds,  then screamed “Well, Come UP With Something” slamming the phone down with an ear splitting bloom!!!!  I was only a lowly intern at NBC in those days but Brubaker cut me no slack.  I remembered.   From that day on for the next 40 years,  I would always interview one of the principles of a newsless event or meeting to find something to peg a story on.  Something.  Anything.  I always filed something.  But this morning, I gave up.

I had taken the usual long trek to the field to check out the Sunrise.  As soon as I saw the sky, I knew it was a loser. No clouds.  Just clear blue sky.  No shadows. No dynamics.    Usually I will hang around to try to force a shot.  A few will turn out now and then but most wind up in the recycle bin.  This morning, I didn’t even try.  I just came home.

I felt guilty about tossing in the towel.  Brubaker’s “Come Up With Something….” reverberated in my head.  Finally an hour or so later, I grabbed the camera and tripod and walked over to the Sasanqua Beds.  It was about time for them to start blooming and perhaps there would be something.   There was.  And, the early morning light was perfect.  I must have fired off 30 shots. Most are keepers.  This is one of them.  It was a good day.  No court martial this evening.   Thanks for the read and the look.  Have a great evening.