Sunday, February 8, 2026

 Outback Time Machine


How do you know when cabin fever and the winter blues have taken control of your mind and daily routines? This week's photo gives me pause to discover that I find myself captivated by things that normally would seem trivial. I present my photo for this week as evidence of that point.

To overcome the winter blues, I have experimented with many things, such as instituting "Mandatory Fedora Fridays," performing daily inspections of frost-etched windows searching for the faces of former presidents, and placing supermarket coupons in the church pews instead of restocking them with those monotonous offering envelopes. Even the library book club, which initially seemed to help ease my boredom, has grown increasingly blasé. I crave those vibrant firsthand experiences that spring, summer, and fall offer so naturally.

So, this week I joined a car wash club. It seemed like the perfect way to get out of my house while still hiding from the extreme cold. Perhaps I could experience life at its edges from the cozy heated seats of my old Outback. I could achieve the necessary chore of cleaning a salt-encrusted car and also demonstrate my civic commitment to public safety by driving with crystal-clear windows. Upon entering the carwash for the first time, I was mesmerized by its spinning brushes, currents of churning foam, and bright flashing lights. It was like being in a rocket ship as it launches through the different layers of Earth's atmosphere. As my car glided through the wash, it produced a dreamlike sequence similar to a near-death experience, as it steadily proceeded down that narrow tunnel toward a distant glowing light.

It's curious how these seemingly mundane experiences take on an elevated status during the cold, dark, dreary days of January and February. While science recognizes cabin fever as a folk syndrome rather than a medical diagnosis, it has documented the mental boredom that causes the brain to crave any kind of engagement, making irrational behaviors and thoughts seem appealing just to break the monotony. Therefore, my plan for next weekend is to return to the carwash while listening to the Strawberry Alarm Clock bang out "Incense and Peppermints." How great will it be to drive through that rainbow of lava lamp colors and strobing lights to re-experience those mellow days of the 1960s?


 






 

Monday, February 2, 2026

 Flying With the Chief




Being a vintage car owner, I enjoy looking at and photographing cars. Because America is constantly on the move, it has a strong car culture.  I especially enjoy photographing vintage cars because they have a certain character and individuality about them that is a refreshing change from the cars that I drive daily. Vintage autos also have the capacity to trigger memories and feelings within the viewer that help build a relationship with the photo.  My grandpa was a Pontiac man, and I remember experiencing somewhat scary rides with him while staring at that showy orange Indian hood ornament when he tailgated the cars in front of us. 

From my archives, I selected a photo that I took at a farm auction. The car in the photograph is a 1950 Pontiac Delivery wagon.  The Pontiac had sleek lines, and a full-on shot would have been wonderful, but it would have been impossible to eliminate all the distracting auction clutter in the background.  Therefore, I made a compromise to photograph one signature feature on the vehicle.  This is a technique I have found useful in photographing at auto shows where the vehicles are parked closely together and people are milling about.  As I was taking this shot, I had to make a decision whether to include the sky reflections or to attempt to eliminate them for simplicity.  I chose to include the clouds to make the image seem more three-dimensional.   As I studied the final product, I wondered if I should have shot this in a portrait format to accentuate the perspective of the chrome strips along its hood.

One reason I continue to take photos is that photography is a hobby that sometimes triggers seemingly forgotten memories and feelings.  Whenever those old memories return, they allow me to experience them in a fresh way that improves my thinking.   As a beginning photographer, my goal was capturing a variety of images.  Today, I care even more about creating quality images, but it is equally satisfying to discover hidden memories within today's photos while meeting new friends who, like those memories, unexpectedly cross my path. 

 



 

Wednesday, January 28, 2026


Echos of a Distant Declaration


This week, I longed to revisit a scene that takes me back to my roots. My photo for this week is from small town mid-America, where the US flag still embraces the ideals and personal freedoms that gave birth to our country nearly 250 years ago.  I grew up in a small bungalow that proudly displayed the flag from a sturdy, stucco pillar on our front porch.  It waved at all who passed by our home, and it was there to greet me when I returned home.  It was there as a constant reminder of who I was and a remembrance that I am part of a larger family reaching back to my immigrant grandparents.  Our flag also reminded me of the security I found within my neighborhood and my unity with unknown others living in distant states who sacrificed to maintain the freedoms we all enjoy.  To this day, I love to see the flag displayed in neighborhoods since it still represents the qualities of unity and hope. 

Mark Twain said, "Patriotism is supporting your country all the time and your government when it deserves it." His words succinctly express my feelings after this past weekend's events in Minnesota.  The phrase, "We the people," kept echoing through my head, and the question, "Have we forgotten who we are?" continued to linger in my mind.  

I reread the full Declaration of Independence.  Its opening phrases are familiar ones. Many of us were required to recite its second paragraph from memory during high school civics class. As I continued to read the document in its entirety, I was as shocked in the same way that I am stunned by comparing my high school yearbook picture with the face now staring at me in the mirror.  Who have I become?

I encourage you to read the Declaration for yourself in its entirety.  It takes only a few minutes—fewer than the last two minutes of the Super Bowl.  After all these years, it's waiting to speak to you again.



The Declaration of Independence     (copied from the National Archives)

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America, When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.


We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.--Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.


He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:

For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:

For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences:

For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:

For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

Monday, January 19, 2026

 Drafty as an Old Barn


This weekend brought subzero temps to our area, which limits the amount of time I enjoy spending outdoors. My goal for the afternoon was to take a photo of "cold" in whatever shape that I might find it. Today, the thermometer in the car was registering 9 degrees at three in the afternoon, and the wind was blowing wisps of newly fallen snow across the rural roads and fields.  To me an old barn with windows missing shouts "cold" all the way across the corn stubble.

I am fascinated by the old barns because their red color is conspicuous in the monotone winter landscape, and they represent a vanishing part of rural life.  The memories these old barns bring to mind resonate with many of us old-timers because we can remember them as a functional part of farm life.  Now they are just a memory that not many can recall.

Tuesday, January 13, 2026

Crocodile Rock


This week's picture reminded me of a lyric from one of Elton John's earliest hits, Crocodile Rock, "Dreaming of my Chevy and my old blue jeans." It's funny how one memory can return and trigger another memory that is seemingly unrelated to the first.  When I saw this old Chevy outdoors near a shed next to a salvage yard, it interested me because I am having a hard time finding a partially sunny day, much less anything to photograph.  Thus is life during January in the upper Midwest. 

My first impression upon seeing the subject influenced how I treated it in post-processing.  Actually, the old Chevy was in slightly better condition than my treatment of it in the digital darkroom.  In my mind the photograph as a documentary was much less interesting than it would be as a warm memory from this vehicle's earlier days.  

To create the image, I removed surrounding distractions and then changed it to a black and white photo, only to slightly bring back some of the color in a faded state. I am experimenting with the use of textures and layers, learning how to more subtly use them in my photography.  For my viewers, I wished to convey the idea of a dusty, old, and faded memory.  At this point in my development as a photographer, I am pleased with what I am learning, but I am also still drawn to the flaws that I can see in my images.

PS: A bit of trivia: Crocodile Rock is the song Elton John most dislikes performing—not a lot of meaning in it but a lot of silly fun and simple nostalgia.  It may even qualify as an earworm melody.

We live in a complex and sometimes too serious world, and a little silliness may be just what is needed to counteract the never-ending flow of minor irritations.

Tuesday, January 6, 2026

Getting Out of My Lane




I may be getting out of my lane in writing this week's blog because the topic touches on politics and not solely photography. A good friend sent me a copy of a YouTube video that featured portraits of members of President Trump's inner circle of advisors. The photos were taken by a Vanity Fair photographer who has been both criticized and commended for his work. A link to that video is listed at the end of the blog.

We all bring bias to our communications, and so it is only natural that those same biases can be found in our photography. As I watched and then rewatched the video, three questions came to me. The first concerns the point where a hidden bias transforms into an outright political attack. Secondly, how does a political attack differ from political satire, a long-standing practice of displaying opposition? And finally, where is the tipping point where a political attack backfires and diminishes the character and the message of those perpetrating the attack?

I was somewhat disturbed after watching the video and the running commentary for the first time. Since I am not an advocate of President Trump or most of his policies, my reaction surprised me. As Americans, it is our right and duty to oppose individuals and policies that we believe to stand in opposition to the laws and ideals fundamental to individual worth and freedom. Many of the photographs appeared to purposefully demean the appearance of individuals, making the photographs feel more like a personal attack rather than a statement of political opposition.

The video made me consider how political opposition can be displayed in a less hostile manner. Satire came to me as a preferred method, as it uses humor as a means to point out bad behavior and the irony of many political decisions. Satire often does not suggest a solution, as it shines light on the problem leaving the audience to draw their own conclusions.  Its message more palatable to the audience because it uses humor to blend the real with the absurd. Examples of political satire include The Onion and some of the political skits on Saturday Night Live.

Toward this end, I created a satirical portrait of President Trump as the Wizard of Oz. It would be easy to showcase a bombastic, never-erring Trump hiding within the
 imaginary "Greenland" of his thoughts without regard for natural world consequences. Since the Oz storyline is familiar, it helps to support a parallel story structure crafted between the fictional storybook actors and real life Washington politicians. It would be very easy to develop a full cast of characters, such as the Tin Man, Scarecrow, and Dorothy, including even the flying monkeys and witches, into this satire. In my opinion, this method would present a much more effective means of highlighting the foibles that are a part of daily life in Washington these days.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uz0oUJZ5t30


Tuesday, December 30, 2025

 Transforming Transitions




This is a photo that I titled "Last Rites" because my initial look at this scene called those words to mind.  Simply stated, last rites is a ceremony performed at life's ending.  The purpose of last rites is to allow for reconciliation/forgiveness, provide comfort and reassurance to the dying and loved ones, and to affirm the promise of life after death. The scene originally caught my eye because this old factory had been standing unused and forgotten for years, but was unexpectedly taken down within a matter of days immediately before Christmas.

My first glance at the site was on a foggy Friday morning as I was driving to meet friends for coffee.  The fog gave a mysterious mood to the scene and the telephone poles immediately suggested crosses. I returned the following morning to photograph the demolition site and was happy that fog was present once again.  I took photos from several perspectives, including through a chain-link fence surrounding the site.  I took this photo holding the camera above my head using the articulated viewing screen to compose the photo. 

Intially, my mind saw this as a black and white photo, but as I continued to work with it I decided that a muted warm color would better fit the mood, message and accentuate the telephone poles. To enhance the moody effect of the image, I applied a screen door texture and used two separate vignettes to draw the viewer's eyes to the lighter parts of the photo containing the imagery of the crosses. Obviously, my manipulation  of this scene was to emphasize the concept of transition/ re-newal as opposed to a documentation the site's current state.  To me, photos are viewed first with the eye but they are edited with the heart and mind.  

My research about this demolition did not reveal any detailed plans for future use of this site. Like a person edging  closer to death, what remains of this former 1950s factory are its component parts lying about in functional disarray, but to me, the telephone poles/crosses suggest a state of transition connecting the former with the future.