Well, darn, after all that, I didn't even get around to the post I meant to write today. It was about something weird I've noticed about landscape photography. Hope I'll remember come Monday.
If you have any free time over the weekend and are looking for something fun to read, The New Yorker has published a profile of the protean Gerhard Steidl. I won't comment about the article because I haven't even finished reading it yet, but the beginning was tasty, and it has this to recommend it: about sixteen TOP readers have sent me a tip about it so far, starting with David Lobato. And if that many TOP readers recommend it, it has to be good.
Here's the link. [Note: I had trouble getting to it in Firefox and had to use Safari. If you have trouble, try a different browser.] Thanks to everyone who suggested it. I'm looking forward to reading the rest of it.
Here's another random sky pic taken on the way home from dinner tonight. I just had to stop the car. I really love the skies around here. It's a show!
Have a great weekend. If you're in the northern hemisphere, don't you just love the long days? It really makes me happy to see light in the sky after nine o'clock.
(Thanks to David et alia)
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psu: "As a telescope nerd, I never liked the short/late nights. Maybe when I retire I'll move somewhere without them. 😃 "
Jim Kofron: "Love the long days? I'm not sure. I get up at 5:00 a.m. and the sun is getting up and birds are singing—and I feel lazy. I leave work at 6:00 p.m., and the sun is still high in the sky and I feel like I should be doing more; get home, grill dinner, and then fall asleep on the couch after too much work during the week.... :-)
"Yes. I love long days. But I love the spring light with its promise after winter, the smells of the earth warming up, the otherworldly greens as plants and trees leaf out. The summer with its long days, its impossibly beautiful skies dotted with storm clouds, and 'life everywhere.' Fall with the intense blue-beyond-blue, the incredibly textual heavy cool skies (we had one of those yesterday), autumn colors beyond compare, sharp shadows from the sun going low. And winter with skies that contain colors that you never see any other time, the solitude of white landscapes, and the opportunity to focus on shapes and textures. It is good to be alive. And in winter, I don't feel guilty for sleeping in until 7:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning...."