Yellow Flowers

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One of my titles as a working photographer is “Nature Photographer”. Loosely translated it means a guy that shoots stuff in Nature that is part of Nature and not part of some non-nature place like the 5 Boroughs. Not that there is anything wrong with the 5 boroughs that a HFA of nature wouldn’t cure, but some folks simply don’t need Nature or even like it. OK for them.

There is a lot of space out there that surrounds non-nature places and it has got to be filled up with something, otherwise everywhere else would just look like Detroit. Much of what was used to fill up all the other space that wasn’t concrete, was growing stuff, or plants, to use a scientific term, and some of those plants have become known as flowers. As there are still some people who don’t realize that flowers in all their many shapes, sizes and colors are part of Nature, it is my job to photograph them in all their glory so those folks can see them and be impressed with not only flowers themselves, but Nature in general. What they don’t realize though is the many difficulties faced by the photographer in pursuit of that endeavor.

First of many problems is just finding flowers, they just don’t grow on trees you know, wait, some of them do actually, I forgot about that, but you get my drift. They can occasionally be difficult to locate so when you do find some you need to be ready to shoot them immediately because you never know how long they’re going to be there. Some big stupid-hoofed ungulate may come along and just eat them. Then all you have left is stems and what good is that? Nothing I tell you so shoot’em when you see them.

Another problem is one that is of a more technical nature, a complication or a botheration if you will, and that is the auto-focus used on cameras today. A short explanation of the problem is this. There is a tiny little wizard, more like a genie really, that lives in your camera and he never gets to come out, not ever, and that can make him peckish at times. In Nikon cameras it is always a male genie. I think Canon has a female one but I’m not sure as I don’t shoot Canon stuff. His job is to look at the scene you have selected in your view finder then after making some sarcastic remark like “What, you’re going to shoot that? Are you nuts, that looks like a dog’s breakfast.” etc., and he always has an accent like one of the guys on that car show on NPR. That is so freaking annoying. He then picks out something within the image area you’ve selected and arbitrarily makes up his own mind on what he thinks should be in sharp focus. The fact that he is leaving the really important feature in your shot completely out of focus doesn’t seem to bother him in the least. He can be quite obstinate in his selection and will occasionally need a stern talking to where you explain to him exactly ‘where the bear crapped in the buckwheat’ and what will happen to his little decision-making apparatus if he doesn’t straighten the hell up and focus on what you want to shoot. Sometimes if he really doesn’t want to listen to reason, banging the camera he lives in against a rock a few times will loosen him up to where he feels cooperative again. It also makes me feel a lot better.

Unfortunately in the shot above the yellow flowers, which were quite lovely by the way, were left out of focus but their buttery yellow color was so gorgeous I felt the need to share them with you. It is my hope that you can see past the distractions and appreciate this little bit of Nature in all it’s glory. I guess I’m just a flower child at heart. Now if you would excuse me I need to have a conversation with my camera again.

Flower Day

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Yesterday was Flower Day here at the Institute and as such it meant everyone dropped whatever they were doing and went forth to find flowers. It seems a simple task, look for anything that wasn’t green, brown or black and if it had a top that was a different color and was pretty that would be a flower. Some of our staffers couldn’t quite grasp the concept so we had a lot of pictures of things that fit that definition but were not flowers. One of our brighter staffers brought in a picture of a plastic grocery bag snagged on a bush that had colorful writing on it thinking that he had found a flower. Imagine his chagrin when he found out what it really was, the big stupid. Another had caught a shot of a Western Tanager on a branch and was sure that he had the perfect flower picture. Man, I do not know where I find these dummies. I almost gave him a point for being original though, almost.

Then as often happens here at the Institute, our butts were saved by the rarest of events, success. One of our new people, I must learn her name, came in with this. This is what we wanted, a picture that said flowers. Displaying this image on our four story screen, I looked around the massive studio here at the Institute and saw row after row of staffers, dozens of them, sitting up to the highest reaches of our bleachers, who had failed miserably at their task, actually see what a flower truly was, and it brought a small tear to my eye. Not because of their new found enlightenment but because I was saddled with such a bunch of rummies, misfits and dull-normals. No amount of enlightenment is going to make up for these clowns, and to make matters worse, Friday is our quarterly payday. I have to pay them. Fortunately by the time their food, clothing and liquor bills are settled, plus what ever else they bought from the Institute store, I’m only out about 80 bucks cash. The bright spot here is it’s spring. And we have flowers of course.

Purple Ones Taste Best

MtEvans0278 Spring is slowly arriving at Mt. Evans National Park. The park won’t be open for another few weeks because of deep snow still covering the roads. The elevation of the park is over 14,000′ so it takes awhile for spring to get going. Meanwhile under the snow flowers are getting ready so that when the ground clears they can immediately start blooming. They don’t have much time to get a lot of work done and the minute that first ray of sunshine hits them they begin reaching for the sky. The Mountain Goats for which the park is famous, are starting to drop their kids and are anxiously awaiting the fresh greens. Lichen, although life sustaining, isn’t as tasty as fresh new grass and the flowers are an extra special treat for making it through the winter. This ewe is beginning the summer long process of shedding that slightly tattered winter coat in preparation for growing a brand new one and while that job isn’t heavy work it is time consuming and what better way to pass the time than to spend a long sunny afternoon choosing the best blossoms to nibble on. It seems the purple ones taste best.