
Category Archives: Photography
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Out From the Shadows
This week Cee has asked us to have fun with our PHOTOS THAT DEAL WITH SHADOWS.

Here are my photos that come out from the shadows!



Cee’s Black & White, Fences Make Good Neighbors
Mending Wall
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repairWhere they have left not one stone on a stone, But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean, No one has seen them made or heard them made, But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill; And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us once again. We keep the wall between us as we go. To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls We have to use a spell to make them balance: ‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!' We wear our fingers rough with handling them. Oh, just another kind of outdoor game, One on a side. It comes to little more: There where it is we do not need the wall: He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.' Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder If I could put a notion in his head: 'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it Where there are cows? But here there are no cows. Before I built a wall I’d ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offense. Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say ‘Elves’ to him, But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather He said it for himself. I see him there Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. He moves in darkness as it seems to me, Not of woods only and the shade of trees. He will not go behind his father’s saying, And he likes having thought of it so well He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.' When I saw Cee's Black & White Challenge FENCES & GATES this week "The Mending Wall" came immediately to mind.
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: All The Glitters
This week in her fun foto challenge, Cee has asked us to show her SHINY THINGS.

Here are some shiny things from my collection.




Cee’s Black & White Challenge: Murals
This week Cee has challenged us to show our MURALS in Black & White.
This was one of the harder challenges I have faced. As it turns out I don’t have a lot of murals in my collection.

This is a mural I captured on the train station wall in Haarlem in The Netherlands.
Fun Foto Challenge In Patterns
Silent Sundays 3-3-19

My visitor in the trees.
Black & White Tender Moments
This week Cee has asked us to SHOW SOME TENDER MOMENTS IN BLACK & WHITE.

Here are mine:



“What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.” ― Joseph Addison
When you have finished here take a peek at other tender moments by clicking the underlined link at the top of the page.
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Smooth!
Fun Foto Challenge: How Does It Feel
This week’s FUN FOTO CHALLENGE IS ALL ABOUT TEXTURE.

Here is how I feel about that!


Giant’s Causeway, Ireland


Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.'
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.'
When I saw Cee's Black & White Challenge 




