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Pictures for Pam, Day 110: Frozen Droplet & Crazy Bokeh

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Wed, 27 Feb 2019 00:58:29 +0000

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Again I am sitting--tucked in like a snug little bug in a rug--in my bed as I type up my post. Outside my window I'm watching the snow falling! It's not only snowing, it's sticking! There is a soft, white blanket of wet snow on the ground, though I fear that it's melting almost as fast as it's touching down.

About an hour ago we lost our power! I am happily typing away on my laptop so this doesn't affect me too much. Steve has been busily setting up our portable generator and has reestablished our most important connections to power: our Monitor house heater along with lights and heating to make sure our parrot is comfortable. We will also have our computers and internet up and running too.

How nice it is to have independent power when we need it! We learned the hard way how bad it can be to lose power for an extended period out in a rural area. After we moved to southern Oregon, we experienced some bad winter storms that caused a number of power outages--the worst lasting about two days. It was scary because the house got so cold and we were worried about keeping our parrot safe. After that we got a generator and it's given us peace of mind—and a nice warm parrot! :)

The power is supposed to be back on within a couple of hours—let's hope so! Until then we'll be fine, thanks to Steve's diligence to keep us comfortable and happy! :) (By the way, we got power back after about three hours. Not too bad! :D)

On top of the excitement of losing power, this morning began with a light haze of frost and I was very excited to get some pictures if I could. I was out for about 45 minutes and silly me—I forgot my monopod. Wow, it really does make a big difference in the number of crisp images I get. Thankfully I got nice images of most subjects I photographed so I'm not too annoyed with myself but I need to be sure to bring that with me when I go out!

Today's picture is a frozen droplet I found today! One of the things I love about frozen droplets are the beautiful crinkled lines and frozen bubbles inside, so if I can capture that I feel very successful. Along with the droplet I'm including a picture of a bird in a snow pine tree I got a while back and I've also got a couple of panoramas from this morning with a very fogged-in valley and another that shows the snowy hills across our little valley. Such a lovely sight.

Pam, I'm really having a lot of fun finding pictures on your stream to comment about here, and today I picked a collage of two cardinals in the snow that are so cute, so fluffy, so bright and beautiful, that I can hardly contain myself! I showed Steve and he was just as smitten. You bring us so much beauty and wonder in your photography, Pam. Thank you for the smile I have on my face right now! *BIG HUGS from southern Oregon*

Explored on 2/27/19, highest placement, #3.

267/366: Filiment Frost on a Pine Needle

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Mon, 26 Sep 2016 04:42:04 +0000

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Summer has ended and the mornings are starting to get chilly. It won't be too long before we begin to get frost again, and I can't wait! This is what a pine needle looks like when it has frost on it! I captured this unusual frost formation back in 2013 when I was working on my 356 Project! :)

142/366: Frost on Rusted Barbed Wire

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Tue, 24 May 2016 03:48:26 +0000

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Frost on barbed wire is such fun to photograph! The sparkling frost dissolves into starry bokeh, the crisp frost crystals are so sharp and yet "furry" looking, and if you should get lucky, the colorful rust on the barbed wire makes a perfect contrast! And of course, you have a natural leading line of the wire to guide the eye. What's not to love?! :)

Explored on 5/25/16. Highest placement #24.

52/366: Frosty Screw

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Wed, 24 Feb 2016 02:12:02 +0000

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It's the third week of February and this morning we woke up to a world of frost! What a perfect opportunity to share a frosty image from my archives! On this extremely cold December morning in 2013, the frost formed wonderful crystals, and this rusty screw was positively covered with it!

20/366: Frosted Barbed Wire

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Thu, 21 Jan 2016 02:47:31 +0000

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One of the wonderful things about living in southern Oregon is experiencing four distinct seasons. I was born and raised in San Francisco, and it's about the same temperature year-round. So for me, frost and snow are amazing to see and naturally, frost is a favorite subject to photograph. This is a close-up of the tines on a strand of rusted barbed wire that I captured in November 2013.

Group of Icicles

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Mon, 09 Dec 2013 05:17:31 +0000

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This is only a few of zillions of icicles that were hanging from our eaves, and I like this angle because it's a bit different than what I've usually seen! :)

Icicle Details

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Mon, 09 Dec 2013 05:17:42 +0000

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This image shows some of the cool details of an icicle up close and personal!

Perfect Icicles

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Sat, 21 Dec 2013 03:14:06 +0000

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These icicles were right next to the front stairs of our porch, and even though I've taken lots of icicle pictures, these are so perfect that I just had to share them! :)

Frosted Diamond Pendant (1 inset image)

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Tue, 17 Dec 2013 05:55:15 +0000

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1 image above in a note! :)

Today when I went over to investigate the mesh frame on top of my garden tub, I found a very interesting formation that was hanging down under the mesh. It appears that the snow that was sitting on top melted and dribbled through the mesh and re-froze, and then the weight caused part of it to detach, leaving just the top adhered. The result looks quite a lot like a fancy diamond pendant, perhaps in the shape of a cross. I put another picture above as an inset so that you can see it from the side. This way you will have a better understanding of how it melted through the mesh! Totally neato! :)

Leaves on the Frosty, Melting Pond

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Sun, 15 Dec 2013 05:06:49 +0000

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These leaves are laying in the remnants of snow on the icy pond, and the spots you see are melting droplets from a tree's branches above the pond! :)

348/365: "Art will never be able to exist without nature." ~ Pierre Bonnard

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Sun, 15 Dec 2013 05:07:04 +0000

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1 picture in a note above ! :)

Steve and I went to Medford today to do our weekly shopping, but we had so much to do that I decided not to bring my camera, and instead waited until I got home to go out and find my Picture of the Day.

It's been such a dry autumn that our seasonal pond has only a tiny bit of water in it, but there was plenty for a pretty image, so I took Zoe and Moosie with me (not a chance, Molly the Muck Monster!) and since it was almost dark, I made a beeline for our miniscule pond.

It's been warming up and most of the snow has melted. The frozen pond is largely thawed out, but still has a rind of ice a layer of snow and a coating of frost. Just what I was hoping for! On the surface were lots of leaves, and with the combination of melting snow and sparkly frost, it was lots of fun getting a nice selection of images. However, when I got back to the house and looked them over, my very favorite one is this one, which was the very first image I captured! :)

Pierre Bonnard (3 October 1867 – 23 January 1947) was a French painter and printmaker, as well as a founding member of Les Nabis.Wikipedia: Pierre Bonnard

345/365: "We find the Works of Nature still more pleasant, the more they resemble those of art." ~ Joseph Addison

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Thu, 12 Dec 2013 04:14:23 +0000

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2 more pictures in notes above ! :)

Yesterday when I braved the cold to look around and take pictures, I discovered some really cool icicles adorning our shop's eaves. They are an interesting shape, being very broad and thick. Though I took pictures yesterday, I came back today so I could make this my Picture of the Day! :)

Today I have two other pictures, one shows blackberry thorns with frost crystals, and the other shows icicles dripping down blackberry leaves! :D ENJOY! (Sorry for the short posts and lack of comments, I'm buried in a project!)

Joseph Addison (1 May 1672 – 17 June 1719) was an English essayist, poet, playwright, and politician. He was the eldest son of The Reverend Lancelot Addison. His name is usually remembered alongside that of his long-standing friend, Richard Steele, with whom he founded The Spectator magazine Wikipedia: Joseph Addison

Explored on December 12, 2013. Highest placement, page 4.

329/365: "It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold, till I'm chilled clean through to the bone." ~ The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert Service

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Tue, 26 Nov 2013 04:58:55 +0000

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3 more pictures in notes above ! :)

The forecast last night said it would be cold this morning...they weren't kidding! When I went down to the gate at 7am to open and close the gate for Steve as he left for work, it was 27°F (-2.8°C)!! We stepped outside and the cold just hit me in the face. WOW, take a step back, Jack Frost, you're freezing my face with that frosty breath of yours!!

I was bristling with sweaters and a coat, warm socks, hat, boots, gloves, and I had my camera with me too as I waved goodbye to Steve. I wanted to get some images of frost while I was down by the fence that borders the main road. However, I also knew I didn't have much time, because no matter how bundled up I was, that cold would find its way in through my worst defenses: my gloves and rubber boots. Knowing the clock was ticking, I quickly went to the fence and started snapping away, admiring the amazing crystals on the barbed wire along the top of the fence as I moved this way and that. Soon, my fingers started to tell me they were cold. Then I noticed the frosty pine needles on the Ponderosa Pine tree nearby and challenged myself to try for some good dof images. (Fail!) Looking down I saw pine cones with frosty edges and managed to get some nice pictures (I'll share that picture in the next few days!). At that point, my fingers were really beginning to hurt and my toes were beginning to yell. Making my way back up the drive way I stopped to take pictures of frosted gravel (I got a really great picture but...the gravel looks too much like...frosted doggy doo...*cackle*...so I can't use it! :D), and on the way I couldn't resist a few more pictures of frosted barbed wire, and then I couldn't stand it anymore and rushed up the hill and into the house, and got my hands under hot water to warm them up again...I can't believe it. I was out there for TEN MINUTES and my body was screaming from the cold!! Unbelievable!! It took a long, hot shower to completely warm up again. Totally crazy cold out there!!!

Robert William Service (January 16, 1874 – September 11, 1958) was a poet and writer who has often been called "the Bard of the Yukon". Service is best known for his poems "The Shooting of Dan McGrew" and "The Cremation of Sam McGee", from his first book, Songs of a Sourdough (1907; also published as The Spell of the Yukon and Other Verses). "These humorous tales in verse were considered doggerel by the literary set, yet remain extremely popular to this day." Wikipedia: Robert Service

Explored on November 25, 2013. Highest placement, page 2 (#41).

Frosted Rusty Fence Post (and intro to "The Cremation of Sam McGee" by Robert W. Service

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Tue, 26 Nov 2013 04:58:41 +0000

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Originally painted green, this fence post is slowly rusting all the paint off of it! I love the texture and adding frost makes it even prettier!

This is the first stanza from my favorite poem, The Cremation of Sam McGee" by Robert W. Service
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The Cremation of Sam McGee

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

The rest of the poem is on the next picture!

Frosted Wire and "The Cremation of Sam McGee" by Robert W. Service (my favorite poem!)

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Tue, 26 Nov 2013 04:58:33 +0000

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This was a long piece of smooth wire, covered in frost!
I hope you'll take a few moments to read this poem, it's fantastic and so visual, you'll need to put on a coat by the time you're done! :D My 9th grade English teacher introduced poetry to me and this was the one that made me love poetry! :)

The Cremation of Sam McGee by Robert W. Service

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.
Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see;
It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,
And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,
He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess;
And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan:
"It's the cursèd cold, and it's got right hold, till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet 'tain't being dead — it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;
And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.
He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;
And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,
With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given;
It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains,
But you promised true, and it's up to you, to cremate those last remains."

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.
In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.
In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,
Howled out their woes to the homeless snows — Oh God! how I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;
And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;
The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;
And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;
It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May."
And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;
Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum."

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;
Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;
The flames just soared, and the furnace roared — such a blaze you seldom see;
And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so;
And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.
It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why;
And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;
But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;
I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside.
I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and said: "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear, you'll let in the cold and storm —
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.

Frosted Dagger!

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Tue, 26 Nov 2013 04:58:20 +0000

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This is a very tight crop but I wanted to include it because the frosted barb looks so much like a dagger covered in crystals!

Bokeh Thursday: Ice Cube

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Sat, 19 Oct 2013 05:09:18 +0000

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The theme this week is "Cold", so I went for something easy and fast, since I had a lot of moth pictures to finish up for my presentation. Although I got lots of nice choices to pick from, I only have time to share one this week! Next week I'll be more prepared!! :D

15/365: “You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my mind.” ~ Mahatma Gandhi

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Tue, 15 Jan 2013 22:43:45 +0000

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It's been very cold here and though it wasn't 18 degrees like the night before last, walking around in 30 degree weather was definitely on the nippy side! I know better than to go out without bundling up, so I looked like a stuffed tick as I left the house--but I was warm! :D

The sun was shining so brightly, twinkling off everything in sight, and though I had an idea of what I wanted, I saw this frost on 1/4" garden netting and my picture of the day was here! I have a slightly different one below which shows another focus point and softer bokeh, but I think this one is stronger. Also, please visit my next picture to see another image I captured today!

Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi (2 October 1869 – 30 January 1948), commonly known as Mahatma Gandhi, was the preeminent leader of Indian nationalism in British-ruled India. Employing non-violent civil disobedience, Gandhi led India to independence and inspired movements for non-violence, civil rights and freedom across the world. Wikipedia: Mahatma Gandhi

158/365: "There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove all traces of reality." ~ Pablo Picasso

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Sat, 08 Jun 2013 04:32:46 +0000

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1 picture above in a note! :)

Steve and I have a wonderful insulated water bottle that we both love and today we looked to see if there were any more so we could each have one. I checked online and found the best price at $10, but when we got to the store, we found out they were on sale, two for $10.00!! HOORAY!!! Steve got one in teal blue, and I got hot pink! When we got home, I refilled my bottle with ice and water and went outside to take some macro pictures of the ice and water with sun shining through! (I have another picture to share, and a bee with its head in a flower!)

Pablo Ruiz y Picasso, known as Pablo Picasso (25 October 1881 – 8 April 1973) was a Spanish painter, sculptor, printmaker, ceramicist, and stage designer who spent most of his adult life in France. As one of the greatest and most influential artists of the 20th century, he is widely known for co-founding the Cubist movement, the invention of constructed sculpture, the co-invention of collage, and for the wide variety of styles that he helped develop and explore. Among his most famous works are the proto-Cubist Les Demoiselles d'Avignon (1907), and Guernica (1937), a portrayal of the German bombing of Guernica during the Spanish Civil War. Wikipedia: Pablo Picasso

Abtract: Ice Against Side of Plastic Cup

nobody@ipernity.com (Janet Brien) — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 19:39:34 +0000

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[best appreciated at full size against black]

Even before I knew what this word meant, I've appreciated and marvelled over abstracts. Macro images are wonderful for capturing very interesting abstracts, and if you've been visiting my stream for a while, you'll know that I absolutely love getting so close to a subject that one must try very hard sometimes to figure out what it is that I'm taking a picture of. The other day I showed an image of lemon floating on top of a glass of ice water. Here is the side of the glass with ice pressed against the side of the cup!

This image was taken in November, 2011.