No one picked up on the fact I call out quarters, but this post will start with August. That’s right; the first post had an extra month, and now everything is shifted over.
No matter; we continue . . . with more hummingbirds. August is the hummingbird month, with the little dynamos literally swarming the 14 feeders I have up. Around this time they are focused on storing reserves for their long migration, and while still aggressive toward each other (even when there is plenty of room for everyone), they are less mindful of old guys with cameras. As a consequence . . .
Even had me some videos.
You should watch this in 1080p (probably need to go to YouTube) and full screen to get the best picture. You can choose the quality by clicking the little sprocket on the lower right of the YouTube window.
If you click the little sprocket, YouTube also gives you the option to watch at half or a quarter speed. Pretty neat, actually.
The following is shot at 1/8th speed. If you don’t want to watch the whole thing (5 whole minutes!) you should at least watch the last half minute or so.
By mid-August I was posting flowers along with opinion pieces . . .
. . . and then I felt like going back to 2004 and my visit to the Boeing Air Museum.
That took me to my 986th post . . . celebrated with pictures of me in my younger days, and stuff I eat.
Ah, yes . . . the ‘hair-a-plenty’ days . . . I don’t remember them at all.
On a saner note, in August I did another seeds macros post . . .
I then felt like depressing everyone even as I did more flowers. The flowers came from my yard, and my figurative pen worked on depressing everyone with a trio of flash pieces.
The end of August had us watching a bear make its way across our yard, and then continue down the street.
The end of August was rounded off by me talking about color . . . as I posted B&W renditions of color photos . . .
. . . and a fierce hummingbird . . .
In September I started my Disperser Bookcase series (which I plan to return to and complete), and I tried once again to increase the readership to my fiction by doing a series of Flash Retrospectives showcasing some of my flash and short fiction. I usually included a photo to soften the blow of people actually having to read words . . .
That’s also when my sister visited, and I had a chance to snap a few photos of the place . . .
I then returned to my bookcase . . .
. . . and more flash fiction from days gone by. The pictures I used were these . . .
Hard to tell, but that’s the Milky Way.
That post had the story Water Wars, and I decided (on the spur of the moment) to submit it to the Writers of the Future contest. People who actually read my posts might remember me mentioning I got an honorable mention for it. I originally thought the distinction was relatively common (as many as 15% of the entries), but it turns out it’s not as common as I had read. The person who will send me my certificate indicated honorable mentions are given to around 1% of the entries.
I felt better about a piece I already liked very much.
And then I did Ragnatele . . .
. . . and those led to wide-angle macros . . .
. . . which then led to vintage cars and a bit of flash . . .
I’m going to stop here because that will leave the Fourth Quarter as the end of the review.
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