I know, I know . . . I’ve been away for a while. I’m still revising last year’s NaNoWriMo Novel, plus I did revise the four September short stories. I aim getting the stories out by the end of next week, sending them out as my ambassadors to the publishing community.
The thing is, I run into stuff like my grammar checker telling me the above “I aim getting” should be “I aim to get.” Something about the verb “aim” is usually followed by the “to-infinitive”, not by a gerund. Change “getting” to the “to-infinitive” form, it tells me.
Well, I don’t wanna! I mean, if I wanted “to get” I would done have used it in the first place.
Now, I get grammarians get their knickers all in a bunch at this stuff, but I’m writing this stuff and I like the sound of certain word combinations.
*Sigh* . . . unfortunately, before I can get my preferred word combinations in front of the reading public I have to get them past The Gatekeepers and their bunched up knickers. To be fair, perhaps the reading public would like my word combinations no more than they are liked by The Gatekeepers.
Anyway, it’s snowing outside. We’re supposed to get us a number of inches of that there white stuff. The changing landscape got me in the mood for some wintery photos. Well, no way I’m going out in 20º F weather with a 20mph northerly wind. It’s easier looking back to January 2015 and play with some of the photos snapped after a frosting event. I also decided they should tend toward the B&W. By that, I mean there is a bit of color left in there.
First up . . . Long Needle Pines (that’s my name for the trees – treeologists likely have different names for them).
Next up, Petrified Rock Tree . . . that’s right; this is a rock that through who knows what process ended up looking like a piece of tree. Go figure.
This next one is Funky Rock. That’s the scientific name, but the actual name escapes me at the moment. This one, I enhanced the color and added texture to otherwise/because it done looked too plain.
It has this Frozen Jedi look to it, don’t it?
This next one is another piece of Petrified Rock Tree. For them not up on the science, petrified rocks are formed when the non-organic matter in a rock is replaced by other non-organic matter. This happens over the course of many years and eventually, you end up with a petrified rock. Neat, eh?
Science still has not worked out what makes it look like part of a tree. See? It’s not like science knows everything.
Next up, we have the Short Needles Pine. Not as impressive as the Long Needles Pine, but still worth a disdain-filled glance.
Some maintain the above is a Medium Needles Pine, but they are mistaken.
Now, this next photo is here to illustrate the perils of not paying attention. I wanted a photo of the frost-covered fence and got a bunch of the dormant Clematis included in the frame.
I occasionally shoot ground vegetation. Sometimes I photograph it, instead, as was the case for this Damn Sharp Needles Shrub.
I’m not a superstitious person, but I did buy this lawn ornament many years ago . . .
The person who sold it to me assured me this would guard against lawn ornaments in my yard.
These next three shots are all from a pair of metal chairs on our front porch. Many a time I’ve sat on these and wondered about all the lawn ornaments I bought that are supposed to keep lawn ornaments from littering my lawn.
I’m guessing few noticed there were four and not three photos as they flew by them . . .
Here is a different Short Needles Pine . . . I happen to know the age of this one since I planted it as a very small shoot the year we moved here so, ten years old.
Here is a different version of the same tree . . .
And here’s the same shot with a bit of “glow” filter applied . . .
Here’s a few more shots of Long Needles Pines . . .
The full-size photos are in the SmugMug gallery HERE. That gallery will eventually contain all of the photos I use for my NNWM-2K15 update posts.
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The next post will contain Chapter 22 of the 2015 NaNoWriMo work-in-progress and it will go up immediately after this post goes live. As I said, it’s password protected.
Please, don’t just ask for a password just to make me feel good. Unless you intend to read it, don’t ask. I will not feel hurt, I will not cry myself to sleep, I will not hate anyone who chooses not to read my effort. I will, however, get a little miffed if I get asked for passwords by a bunch of people and then only my usual four or five readers actually read the stuff.
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