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The best photo I’ve ever taken

Not this one

Not this one

What started out as a simple interest in taking photos of the beautiful flowers I walk by on a daily basis as turned into an obsession. If I see a flower, I must take a photo of it. And if I don’t have my camera, I get really frustrated that I have forgotten it.

So, my Canon’s been in my pocket a lot these days, including the July 4 weekend, when a usual stroll through the park my in-laws live in led to perhaps the best photograph I’ve ever taken.

On the path, a waxy rhododendron plant was beginning to bloom. Some of the buds were still closed, small, pink cones rising out of a white husk, while some a had bloomed into delicate flowers. My favorite part of a rhododendron flower is the green stenciling that decorates only one of its five petals.

The photos came out great but there was one shot that stood out. When I took the photo, the flower was surrounded by a dark shadow. Later, I switched it to black and white, bumped up the contrast a little, and the result is this brilliant image of the flower swimming in darkness. I love it.

So here they all are. I trust you’ll know which one is the best photo I’ve ever taken.

The last to light up

lightningbugIn the summer, at dusk, the lighting bugs turn my backyard into an electric metropolis of blinking and dancing lights that usually goes black by 9 p.m. So last night I was surprised when at 9:30 there was one bug left flashing in the dark.

It made me wonder, was it the leader, the only regal bug with the stamina to flash from dusk to dark? Or was it the only bug left that had not paired off with a mate attracted to his flare.

Or perhaps he had slept in. I’m going with the king of the lightning bugs theory.

A few days ago I tried to take a few long exposure pictures of my yard, hoping to capture the whole scene of these flickering insects putting on a light show out back. I expected the photo to be overflowing with yellow lines, with clusters of glowing bands coming up from the ground. But the photos came out far less dramatic than I thought they would.

Still, I did capture a few on camera, and the photos are rather creepy. In some cases you have to look pretty close to see all of the little yellow streaks.

The phone rings: Answering the prompt

Flickr photo by faungg

Flickr photo by faungg

Today’s writing prompt could win me eternal glory (or a few pencils).

According to the inaugural post of Promptly, a new Writer’s Digest blog penned by Zachary Petit, the person who submits the best story answering his first writing prompt will win “some around-the-office writing swag.”

I’ll take swag for sure.

The prompt:

In 500 words or less, funny, sad or stirring:

The phone rings and a low voice groans—“Why me?”
You hang up.
Twenty minutes later, it rings again. “You made a mistake.”
The dial tone throbs as the phone hangs from its cord, limp.

Here’s my entry. Wish me luck:

The phone rings

The phone rings and a low voice groans—“Why me?”

You hang up.

Twenty minutes later, it rings again. “You made a mistake.”

The dial tone throbs as the phone hangs from its cord, limp.

You make yourself a pot of coffee, set the kettle over the burner and toss five spoonfuls of Kona in the French press. Ten minutes later the kettle screams and you ignore it.

The kettle spits.

You change your socks because the cold stone floor chilling just the ball of your foot feels strange to you. It’s like the whole of your foot is dead except for one patch.

“If you’d like to make a call please hang up and dial the number again.”

You smell the Kona grounds from the bathroom, and hear the kettle whistle and gurgle as you brush your teeth.

A puddle of hot water bubbles under the flame.

Seven minutes later you fill your cracked Elvis mug with coffee and drink it black while a woodpecker hammers into your cottage somewhere outside.

You turn on the television and bring up the guide, and the bird keeps drilling in two-second intervals.

Paid programming — paid programming — paid programming.

And you shake your head — “Why me?”

An hour later you hang up the phone.

It rings again.

Photos: Two parks, just down the street

IMG_4139Last October I decided to burn a few vacation days scouting the parks and landmarks that are close to my home so that when my child was born I’d know where I could take her. You’ve already seen my photos of the Old Field Lighthouse, which I took during that break.

But not too far from me sit two nature preserves that make you forget you’re on an island in the ocean. First, the Caleb Smith State Park Preserve, a preserve that showcases the old estate of Caleb Smith, a member of the Town of Smithtown’s founding family. It’s a green, Gothic mansion whose towering chimney dominates its outline. Near the house is a small pond full of algae and geese, and if you follow the trails they take you through leafy woods, over brooks and past an old farmstead.

A few miles away is Suffolk County’s Blydenburgh Park, which is run through with miles of trails, camp grounds, picnic areas and even a dog park. It’s most dramatic feature is New Mill Pond, a body of water teeming with geese and ducks and swan, the banks covered in a layer of their waste. To look out on that lake on a fall morning is to see an entire civilization of water fowl living and co-mingling. There is a dock near the south of the pond, again spackled in white and green goose turds. One can rent a boat there. I’m sure Gwyneth and I will have a great time rowing out to the middle of swan city.

Enjoy the photos.

Name that tree

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I need help identifying a tree on my property, and no matter how many Google searches I run I can’t seem to find the answer.

So, I’m turning to Twitter, Facebook and any blog readers I may have.

The tree has huge, green heart-shaped leaves, long seed casings that resemble giant vanilla pods, and white flowers that look a bit like orchids.

For a writer, detail is everything, and though “heart-leaved tree” may seem poetic, I’d like to be accurate.

UPDATE: It is a Northern Catalpa tree. One commenter got me searching for orchid trees, but to no avail. Then I found a great site that lists all of the white flowering trees with photos. That’s where I found it. My Facebook friends were a big help and I’m still waiting on a e-mail from an expert with the Cornell Cooperative Extension of Suffolk County.

Photos are below.

The Sound and the lighthouse

IMG_4095It is easy to debase Long Island. The sprawl, like blight, is consuming its beauty. The proliferation of strip malls is unnecessary, traffic is a mess no matter where you’re headed, taxes are high, arts are hard to find, young adults are absent, downtowns are dieing, and there isn’t a single jam session a saxophone player can run to when he wants to solo over All the Things You Are. But there is a lot of good too, including a great wine country, some wonderful restaurants, and natural beauties, mainly marine ones, that can lift you out of the vapid suburbia.

Not far from my home, a small lighthouse watches over the Long Island Sound. You can pretty much drive right up to the Old Field Lighthouse any time to check out the black iron watchtower on the sandy brick base. And behind it there is a small trail that leads you to a rocky shoreline on the Long Island Sound. From what I hear, it’s never packed, making it a wonderful, meditative spot to relax in for a while.

From a rock jetty you can see Port Jefferson’s power plant watching over the harbor while you throw smooth rocks into the water.

I like to visit places like these when Long Island’s wasteland makes me want to puke.

Name that macro #1

I’ve been taking a lot of photos of textures recently for a later collection. In the mean time, I thought it would be fun if I asked readers to try and guess what it was I actually photographed.

Take a crack at it. UPDATE: Answer below.

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I got few great guesses: old Nerf ball, a very freckly man with no body hair, a melon, pear skin or the foam on a beer or a cava.

The last guess is right on, from Barbara Siemianiuk. It was the foamy head of a Guinness stout in a mug, taken from above.

We’ll do this again soon.

So it wasn’t a fairy after all

IMG_0992Last week I took a photo of a very strange bug I found hanging out on my porch’s window screens, looking like something out of The Mothman Prophecies. It had thorns on its legs, and thin orange and white banded, furry wings. Unfortunately, the camera kept focusing on the screen, so the bug is a little blurry.

I tried searching every detail in Google to find this bug’s name, but never came close. So I put the question to Twitter. I uploaded the photo using TwitPic, and within 5 minutes one of my Twitter followers replied with the answer. It was a plume moth.

Finally pointed in the right direction, a quick Google search led me to the exact type, it was a Himmelman’s Plume Moth.

IMG_0993Now, I have a love/hate relationship with Twitter. I don’t believe it will replace media, and I don’t believe it’s nearly as crucial to business as the bursting fraternity of social media “experts” would have you believe. But as a sort of hive mind, a window into the collective consciousness of civilization, it’s unparalleled. I believe you can find the answer to anything there, get information on any subject, any location. It brings a human element Google search will never be able to. Business and media want to take over Twitter, but it will always be ruled by the human desire to share what we know, love and hate.

However, I almost hoped I didn’t turn up the answer about my mysterious bug. Then I could have gone on believing it was some kind of forest fairy come to bring me good luck.