Thursday, October 22, 2015

Rhap365 Day 38: What's in a Flame

1) Primitive birth

2:  The Prehistoric Chicken Curtsy

3: Shadrack, Meshack, and Abednigo (sp?)

4: Geisha plays the Bongo Drums

5: Pelvis Descends a Staircase

6: Butler with Big Bum demonstrates the Moonwalk

7: Mick Jagger does the Rooster Dance (Provided by Nancy Carlton)

8" Pink Panther on Dramamine 

9: Man with a Uterus for a Face

10: Elated Woman lifts child

11: Knight takes Bishop (provided by Nancy Carlton)

12: Turkey Tailbone Death Mask

13: Fat Horse plays the sax

14: Never-Ending-Story Dog with Scary Man (Provided by Nancy Carlton)

For whatever reasons, it has almost been a week since I last posted on #Rhapsody365.

So I am making up for it by post nearly a week of images!

YOUR QUEST, recommend titles for the photos!

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Rhap365 Day 37: Last Light Color Boil


Rhapsody365 Day 37: Last Light Color Boil

Today I will enjoy God, by finding a brain in the clouds, or thinking what how awesome it might have been, to have been Thomas Moran, *tonight.

Taken just after those dark cemetery swirlies the other day.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Rhap365 Day 36: Dust and Dying in Palestine

Palestine-Jones and the Big Swirl.

I call this thing ‪#‎Rhapsody365‬ (Day 36) but I really ought to call it DeathandDust365. Seems I am on a theme of all things parched.

Indeed a little poemette came to me this morn.

Weed-seed and wither
Dustbomb and flicker...


I have a new habit. I like to drop in on off road cemeteries when traveling the backroads. This one on the highway north of Sheridan, AR.

The Sky in thees looks kind of fake. I can tell you, no special tricks. It really did look like God dodged and burned. Then just a touch of sunset punched through (the the light on the one monument is from a flash.)

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Rhap365 Day 35: Siding Anyone?

#Rhapsody365 Day 35. Siding anyone?

This store is a town so small, it doesn't have a name, or a sign. But you can find it on some maps. But I don't have that map. So I just Call it Mayway. (Half way between Mayflower and Conway, Arkansas)

I hope not to overdo it, but I am now a few days into my dallies with HDR. So expect to see lots of static things, with rich tonal range.

So, would you buy siding from thee folks, or leave an invoice?

Rhap365 Day 34: If these Walls

#Rhapsody365 Day 34;  Revisit.

Tonight I went back out and visited a schoolroom in Menifee, Arkansas. The elementary students of Menifee now go to school in Conway some 6 miles to the east. Today, I think of Menifee as a place you must not drive faster than 45mph, a mile before you get there, and then no faster than 35 mph as you pass by its three churches, a community building and a police station. But I am most curious. Menifee appears to be an "island" African American community. I have no sense how it came to be such, as the surrounding communities are largely white.

Just being in this  space makes me wonder about the lives that passed through this classroom, and where those people are today.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Rhap365 Day 32. Old dog learns new tricks

#Rhapsody365 Day 32.

What had been (some time ago) the Menifee, Arkansas elementary school.

Those of you on my named Facebook page may have already seen these, but yesterday I attempted my very first HDR's ever. I have one photo-buff friend who says I did "okay" for my first try. Indeed, I do see ways to improve all of these, but I am pretty stoked. I think I will be trying a lot more Heightened Dynamic Range photos in the future.


You would think that as a guy who has been taking pictures for this long, I would have tried an HDR image before now. But nope.  Mostly, because I have seen a lot of BAD HDR. But then, I have seen some really superb stuff, that looks full but not fake. Who knows, this one still feels a little overdone.

For the unacquainted, HDR is a photo technique in which the photographer uses his or her computer to blend several images of the same thing, which were taken at different exposures. In this case I took 5 exposures of this setting, and then used Photoshop to blend the images for more detail in the shadows. What do you think?

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Rhap365 Day 31: Fire in the Sky

‪#‎Rhapsody365‬ Day 31

Well, there goes the neighborhood. I have missed several days in a row of my 365, not because of a lack of images... but because of too many. I have been running hither and yawn (is that really the phrase) taking pictures of events and such. Just no time to post. So here is a quick volley from this morning's dalley with an eternal flame, combined with playing with levels in PhotoShop. What shapes do you see?

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Rhap365 day 29: Corrupt

#Rhapsody 365 Day 29

Part of the pressure of a 365 is to see, or create something daily. Sometimes so much happens in a day that I am tempted to spread my harvest out over several days. Then there are those days where I stumble on not much of anything. I suspect decaying sycamore leaves (these still on the branch) are an acquired taste. But I like'm.

I will enjoy God, while the world falls apart, slowly on the vine.

Monday, September 28, 2015

Rhap365 Day 28: Anomaly/Riddle

#Rhapsody365, Day 28: Anomaly.

Today's offering is something of a riddle for the three people who who look at this page.

Have you ever seen such an event in the heavens? Can you explain it?

(Ps. This is a single exposure, No trickery.)

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Rhap365 Day 27: Darn

#Rhapsody365 Day 27

Blood moon bust.  Guess I'm gonna have to wait till 2035 or something of the like.


Saturday, September 26, 2015

Rhap365 Day 26: Big Mart Bunt, one of my favorite poems.

#‎Rhapsody365‬ Day 26.

Today, is something of a bunt. Car in the shop. Cleaning house. No photos. So I am sharing one of my very favorite poems from yesteryear. I really think it is worthy of a read.

“BIG MART” 5/27/02

I was in the spirit on the Lord’s Day;
(Whether in my mind or out of it I can not tell.)

And I heard behind me, a voice
like the sound of many waters
rippin’ through
a tin kazoo …

“WaWa Wa Wa Wawa Woo”

And I saw before my eyesa big and outstanding marvel:
Where once stood a forest
a monolithic brick:

A city in a single form and dressedin tincture of elephant and sky with garnish of red,
rising from a plain
of crushed obsidian.

And there before the mammoth wall,a wetless sea, with tailess whales
circling the plain and searching for a place to rest.

Everywhere the oxidizing basketsbasking in between the whales.
Everywhere the streaming co-eds.

And I beheld two minimalistic-nods to art-deco:Turrets strung above the gates and sporting signage:
“Always, Always”
hovering above twin falls.

Then, to my delightthe waters split
like a curtain pulled sideward,
and I saw, behind them a courtyard of the coarsest marble.

So I thought: What is the meaning of this crude stone?

Then a voice within my head replied:
“This is rock of select-frictionchosen to protect owners of said city against law-suits should the people slip.”

And before I could, a voice outside my head replied:

Welcome to the Hall of NationsWelcome to The Wood between the Worlds …
Welcome the Land where lives converge.
Welcome, Welcome, Welcome,
come and spend.

And Lo (and High)

I beheld grand and astonishing bedazzlements that no man can mention save me:

I saw the beautiful bones of walking peasantsand the pleasant pies.
I saw cream of star, arranged in bars and bathing
Game-boys and socks, and a roof
like the state of Kansas -spanning from the east-wind to the west.
I saw visages and vectors
slung like blades: pictures of the smiling Associates
wearing wears.
I saw cattle-cars of goods and goods,
and the floor in between
like a gleaming grid, all wet with dried shellac.


The time is Ten O’clock on Sunday night.

Who would have thought to shop right now?But one of every two hundred students in our big
college town is prancing down the isles
in the mating dance of eyes
and buying files.

One of every 1000 families is buying milkand hose for his wife
and pencils for his kids.
And one of every me
can hardly take another ounce of pleasure.


Then as I skipped(reeling as I do, in the I-AM of being)
One, like a son of Sam said:
Come, follow me and I will show you what ye seek.
Behold, the splints of
aromatic cedar
griping graphite from Ceylon
and mixed with Mississippi clay …
and sprayed in school-bus golden.

And I lookedat himas if he were an imbecile… to which he then replied:
“Have you ever read ‘I, Pencil’
you should.”


Then were my eyes were opened tothe mystery of commerce
and the many antecedents
swirling on, or about my feet.

Here, the shining vinylmade of peat bog and wax, and the man who feeds his
face by making it to gleam.

Here, the waiting bubbles like a secret code, hidin syrup from Nebraska, caged in a can from Alcoa.

Here, the tropic sun and siltwith caffeine kick, minted in Honduras.
Here the unseen trucks that course by night
to dump the living lobster
and the intricate outbursts
of the Japanese mind.

Here the masses from Malaysia,China and Taiwan, bent across the polyester oil-fields
and cotton gins,
sowing seams
and clothing me in reams of labor
for an hour of my own.

Here the ground-up pigs on plates of foam,and German brains, applied
to the beautiful gears.
Here the pulling on the teats of cows,
the purposed rot of milk, ...the graceful eggs.

Here, the chosen fontsand art campaigns, athletes leaping from the boxes
to sell another flake.

Here (real time): The sons of Adam and the chicks of Eve,weaving in and out of ears. Goateed men, pretending to like shopping
and the dames, with their gametes tucked inside, ready to
deliver new consumers.

Then did I behold (waiting with me in the chutes)a multitude of kids, from every nation, tribe, and tongue:
Our baskets brimming in cilantro and the stuff
of every nation, tribe, and tongue;
Our lungs, twined in the air;
and I cried (with delight)

“Could this really be the Arkansasthat opposed integration?”

It stands in my mindlike a growing constant: things that are, are fed by many branches,
which in turn are fed by branches which in turn are fed by branches till
the only explanation for what is,
must never start with nothing

but with all.

Consider the power of the HAND,and the infinite wisdom of the ONE
capable of chasing,
and igniting all loose ends,
then reduce and back away


Wal-Mart rises, not from any so called “bang”
but from The Big Condense.

Friday, September 25, 2015

Rhap365 Day 25: Who's Your Daddy?

Who's your Daddy?
Rhapsody365 Day 25

This is the only photo I took in the last 24 hours that really intrigued me. This guy was about the side of a half grapefruit. But don't worry. Daddy Long Legs don't qualify as spiders.

Rhap365: Wet Ink

Hot off the press, Before the Ink dried...

Rhapsody365 Day 24

And then He placed his hand accidentally on the newly painted crepes, smearing them across the sky. (Except God does not make accidents. Or something like that.


A friend of mine from Conway AR, took a picture at roughly the same time, several miles away.  He framed this same cloud formation as a backdrop for a football game. I will see if I can get his image.  Wierd compare.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Rhap365 Day 23: clockwise or counter?

Hibiscus Similitudes: Grapefruit. Aperture blades. Rose. Gardenia

‪#‎Rhapsody365‬ Day 23

I wonder if Hibiscus-blooms on the southern side of the planet un-roll the other way. Actually it looks like the first is a clockwise whirl, while the second set whirls counter. Hmmm

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Rhap365 Day 22: Southern Lights

Southern Lights: Aurora Cloudiorus

‪#‎Rhapsody365‬ Day 22

pics 9/221/15 Central ARkanass

This may be the first time this season we have been graced with high colored cirrus clouds. Until last week it was Cumulo Popcornballus all the way.

Ps. Can you find the moon?  Oh, and a jet. (Probably only if you have a very BIG screen.)

Monday, September 21, 2015

Rhap365 Day 21: Flit


‪#‎Rhapsody365‬ Day 21

Images 9/21/15

So, when I first started this 365 I said I would focus more on words, than on images. Hasn't happened too much yet. Words are hard work.