Alas, by using selective close-up cropping I created a forest of wall to wall trees. In reality I shot a single tree that had eight trunks growing up next to one another. I guess that would have to be FALSE PERSPECTIVE.
In a post created specifically for this challenge, share a photo that shows us abandoned. As everyone should know, an abandoned building is, just by the fact that it is abandoned, is a dangerous place to be. So in this day and age most abandoned buildings are boarded up or fenced in to keep people from wandering around in them and getting injured. So, for my challenge I picked a subject that is brand new, but looks ABANDONED in an almost ancient way. My subject is Andy Goldsworthy’s STONE SEA, a sculpture piece created last year for the Saint Louis Museum Of Fine Art. The work consists of twenty-five giant sandstone arches assembled together to form a sea of stone in a narrow passageway between the original classic 1904 Museum building and a new 2013 addition. The STONE SEA can be seen through multiple windows in a corridor connecting the two buildings. My view of ABANDONED is seen through a single window,
Mlle: Renee always lets me know when our mail carrier is approaching the house to deliver the mail. Actually, she knows he’s coming when he’s two houses away. When he’s walking up the steps to drop the mail in the box, she’s standing at the front door. She always has to sniff the mail and let me know it is safe to bring into the house. The President should have security like I do. Today the mail was delivered and I brought it into the house. Only the mailman returned fifteen minutes later with a parcel delivery. It was a package for Mlle. Renee.
Naturally, she had to sniff it out with her personal security system. And she alerted me that she smelled doggies within! I told her that I doubted if anyone was sending her a puppy in a cardboard box. So, I opened the box …
And to her surprise we discovered the box contained three handcrafted doggie pillows that was made by Renee’s favorite person from Texas, Miss. Becky. Renee was really happy to get a gift, but she didn’t know what to do with them. She had never owned her own pillow before. At first she shook the smallest one up. Then she throw another on into the air.
According to some new APP that analyzes photos for smiles, Saint Louis, followed closely by Kansas City, is the happiest city in the United States. I find that really strange since we live in such a miserable state filled and run by some of the bigoted, repressive, gun-totingest, Bible-belt politicians outside of Kansas and Arizona. In order to test this Smile APP Theory, I decided to review some of my Saint Louis photos for smile content.
I guess that APP was right.
IN A NEW POST PUBLISHED SPECIFICALLY FOR THIS CHALLENGE, SHARE “THREE” PHOTOS TO TELL A STORY
The Saint Louis Zoo actually has a herd of ten Indian elephants. And last summer I set out to photograph the entire herd. While they do have spacious exhibit enclosures the herd has to be split up when on public display.
RAJA, the only male in the herd and the father of four daughters has his own private stomping grounds with pools and water falls.
And here are the AUNTIES … the other females in the herd who share in raising the young ones.
Did I manage to capture the entire herd on my (five) photos? No, I missed one. In addition to the public viewing areas seen in these photos, the herd also has a private ELEPHANT WOODS that simulates the jungle areas where the elephants once lived in the wild.
Sorry, I couldn’t tell my story in just three photos.
In case you think I’ve been giving short shrift to my blogisodes for the past week, you’re right. It wasn’t the snow or ice, polar vortexes, fluctuating highs and lows, or even today’s premature spring thunder storms with the potential for a tornado. No, this goes back about six months to when I visited my doctor and asked her about a small pea-sized growth on my cheek. She said I should have it checked out by a dermatologist, and gave me a recommendation. OK, I called the dermadoc and made the appointment. The earliest I could get to see her was two months later.
So, she looked at the spot and said … it looks like a basal cell cancer. But we wouldn’t know for sure until a skin scraping was tested at the lab. While she scraped, she informed me that basal cell cancers are the most common and slowest growing cancers you can get. She also told me that she would send the scraping to the lab and she would get back to me in a week. The lab was in Texas. Also Thanksgiving and Black Friday were in that week, so the results didn’t come in for a week and a half.
I have always had a Candide-like belief that we live in the best of all possible worlds. I have that belief because my Dr. Pangloss was an amalgam of religious brothers who were my teachers in high school. [And wouldn't you know ... just as I typed that line ... there was a blast of thunder and the electricity went off. Thankfully, I only lost the last half of the preceding line.] Anyway the biopsy confirmed my cheek spot was basal cell, and my dermatologist recommended a surgeon who specializes in MOS surgery for facial work. [Would you believe I lost power three times trying to type that last line? The storm has move through into Illinois, and the sun is shining brightly outside my window. We do have high winds in the area, and that is causing a problem with the power lines.]
Not wanting to screw up my holidays, I made an appointment for the first available day after the first of the year … which was February 6. After that the surgery was scheduled for last Thursday at seven in the morning. Removing the cancer was easy, covering up the hole was hard. I survived, all the bad cells were banished and I went home with a bandage covering the right half of my face. Thankfully that wasn’t my best side. Today, I went back to have the stitches removed. The surgeon was pleased with the results and she said everything will be getting back to normal shortly. The surgery and the recovery was painless, and I have high praise for all involved. However, I doubt if I ever opt for cosmetic surgery.
While I have never read Voltaire’s original novel, I love Leonard Bernstein’s modern operetta version staged in the round by Hal Prince in the early 70s at the Broadway Theater in New York where I managed to see it. It quickly became my favorite show ever … and not just because Candide asked me to hold pants while he made love to Cunégonde on the platform in front of my seat.
By the way, you can live in the best of all possible worlds,
It all depends on what you make it!