I would be curious to know how many people doctor their digital photographs with a photo program like PhotoShop. I might do that if I had the program. Of course, then I would have to read one of those Dummie books or some sort of manual to figure it out and I’m already busy with a pile of books on my nightstand. I do have a simple scale for making minor adjustments in my iPhoto program and once in a while I adjust for under or over exposure. That’s about all I know how to do.
The thing is, if everybody, especially professionals, are photoshopping their pictures, what happens to the real deal? I mean, Ansel Adams didn’t have PhotoShop. Or a digital camera for that matter.
Anyway, yesterday was a crystal clear blue sky day here in St. Petersburg. It was that way early in the morning when I went to yoga at the Sunken Gardens, it was that way while I worked out in the yard and it was still that way when I finally put away my tools and sat down, right at the edge of dusk. All day long the colors were intensely intense. This is the poem that came to mind when I was supposed to have nothing on my mind during savasana:
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth day
of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
I remembered the whole thing because I had typed it onto the front of our wedding program and Rich was coming home from Paris in the evening and that’s how the beautiful day and that poem ran together in my head during yoga.
And these are the pictures I took around 6pm, right before dusk when there was still some golden sun about the place. The colors of the day were perfect without any help from a photo program. There was a Green Anole on the fence (Anolis carolinensis) using the last rays to help shed an old tight skin, the Hannibals were discussing something up in their nest, there was the bottle palm waiting to be planted in the oddly z-scaped front yard and McCloud, like me, was waiting for a certain person to return…