Don’t we just love photos? I mean, the world is full of images, so we must like them. I like the ones that tell me something I couldn’t have known otherwise. Not all of that is good (in the sense of pleasant in all its aspects) – for example, the first millionth of a second of an atomic bomb exploding using a technique invented by Harold ‘Doc’ Edgerton. Look him up – his is a fascinating story.
As for me, I photograph because I cannot think that I would want to stop.
I started blogging in about 2006 with a Google Blogger blog. Then after a few months I switched to WordPress because it was much prettier. And it still is.
Once I felt comfortable with using the hosted WordPress.com system I started a self-hosted WordPress site and I’ve built quite a few since then, including our e-commerce site at Flying Twigs where we sell mugs and greeting cards.
Audrey The Guinea Pig
I remember this photograph of Audrey, our guinea pig, who was sitting in an upturned fez on our coffee table.
As my wife walked away across the room, Audrey freaked out, lifted her head and gave the most heart-rending screech.
We rushed back ad comforted her and told her that everything was OK and in a couple of seconds she was back to normal as if nothing had happened.
The thing is, I recall the details of most of the photographs I take and I think that is because we notice and we remember a lot about the things we love.
Again, I remember when and where I took its photograph. What you can’t see in the photo are all the hairs it shed during the shoot. I carefully cloned them out, and I remember how much easier it was to do compared to the photos I took that day with Guinea Pigs on a black cotton cloth. That was full of white hairs that I had to clone out.
There’s a name for the hairs that appear in among the general hairs, but I forget what they are called. They are like ordinary hairs but they have some function. And if you stroke a guinea pig, those hairs tend to come out easily.
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