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The Camera You Have With You

Turtles getting some sun. Taken with my Canon.

I packed β€œthe real camera” up last night and took it with me today. I have a DSLR and various lenses. I don’t have as much time to go out and play with it as I used to.

The Drowned World. Also taken with my Canon.

The pic above is a little bridge that used to be over a little creek. Hurricane Michael shook things up a bit, and now that little area is a small pond. It’s off the road but with a long lens and a quick stop, and I got it without too much trouble.

They say the best camera you have is the one you have with you, and that’s true.

Taken with my iPhone 12 Pro Max

The pic above was taken with my iPhone. Just a quick one-off. Lucky. I couldn’t have done that shot with my DSLR. Not in that moment.

I probably took twenty shots of the turtles. I took five to ten shots of the bridge.

The one of the cat, Geisel, was one shot.

Yep. The best camera you have is the one you have with you. Sometimes, most of the time, it isn’t about equipment. It’s just you capturing a moment. There are so many of us out here catching things no one else will see except for our pics.

Go Pro 8 Black. Lol. I nearly got run over for this one.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Adjustment

I am working tomorrow by choice and if I complain I want to be called out.

I need to have some work done on the wife’s car that I, shamefully, can’t do.

So I’m working tomorrow and taking the day off Monday. If the problem is resolved quickly enough, I’m then going to make a day of it and get new tires on the car.

And then, if there’s still a reasonable amount of time left in the day, I’m going on into work because that’s what we do.


I was catching memories on the iPad, and this pic popped up. It’s from this year on our anniversary weekend. We go. We eat. We hike. We spend time together without the kids. Once a year.

I like this one. I say that, and you think I’m talking about the picture. I do like the picture.

But…

I like this one. I think I’ll keep her.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Power Outage (The Ongoing Crisis)

We don’t know what happened, just that there’s a prolonged outage.

It’s a good thing I’m of a β€œstay ready and you don’t have to get ready” frame of mind as far as having flashlights, warm sleeping bags, extra battery packs for the phones, etc.

And I have attachments to cameras for lights and such. All LED and low power consumption with plenty of batteries.


I’ve got the kids bagged and covered, which sounds like I’m transporting them to a black site, but it’s sleeping bags and extra blankets. So nice and warm. At least it ain’t the coldest night of the year.


My daughter informed me that the sleeping bag makes her colder and that β€œshe doesn’t like it.” She’s 17, and now I’m worried about her. I don’t even want to figure that statement out. It hurts my brain.


Times like this, I wish I had a generator, but there’s very little need for one here due to outages and weather. It’s just another thing I’d have to maintain that isn’t being used.


No coffee tonight. Nope, I had everyone go ahead and get a hot shower while we still had hot water in the water heater. I’m sitting here enjoying a nice cup of warm chocolate. Yep. It sucks. Lol.


The power dropped out at about 1830. The wife had to pick up our daughter at school late because of guard stuff and me and the boy were enjoying CoD team matches and cooking supper.

I’d just pulled the lasagna and bread out of the oven, and that’s when the power went out.

Some good points:

1. It’s not summer. Summer power outages and trying to sleep during them are torture. I can’t stand it. Sweaty and hot in bed is okay sometimes, but not when you just want to sleep.

B. Supper was done, and it was still hot. At least we had a good meal. Power is also out in part of town, we hear, so takeout may not have been an option.

3. This ain’t the end of the world. Its just an inconvenience of the modern world. You’re ancestors got along fine without ever having heard of electricity.


Hopefully the power will be back on by morning so we can get off to work and school not looking like wartime refugees.

I’m about to lay down and read now. I’ll add to this in the morning.

The time is 2030.


While the power was out I took this:

A study in dark and light, black and white.

I used the flashlight balanced on the windshield and an iPhone 13 Pro. I like it. Completely dark garage, otherwise.


And the power came back about twenty minutes ago.

There is nothing like being almost out reading a book and then suddenly being blinded by the modern world fairing back. The light, the sound. Beeps and whizzes and whirs.

I was really enjoying the silence.

And that’s today’s adventure.

Work was work.

We found out someone hit a pole causing the outage. I pray they’re okay.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Time Slips Away


It doesn’t take long to stop and enjoy what you happen to enjoy in life. It’s really only stopping for five minutes and taking in what’s around you. I don’t take my camera out of the bag enough; I’m guilty of looking straight down the road and only focusing on the destination as of late when I should be taking time to enjoy the journey.


There’s so much to see and I forget sometimes that I have to work for a living; I am a husband and father, and those come first. And I like my job and love my family.


But what I do, not best and not what I enjoy most, what’s at my core and gives me peace and alone time is this:

Just wandering and exploring and watching the revival of this and destruction of that. I’m an observer; I keep the record so that others might see what we were and what we are to become.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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AWAY

I started the day with the sun to my back which is odd; usually, I’m headed in to work being blinded by it.

Nope. Today we head off to the mountains for a couple of days. I had to take off the trash and get some things sorted before we left.


We spent the better part of our day travelling to where we’re staying.

🎢No particular place to go…

The original plan was to hit Graveyard Fields and hike out to the Upper Falls. But it’s hot and we were tired.

The road takes it out of ya.

Here. Showered. Rested. Time to go out and forage for grub.


We ended up going over the mountain and into Tennessee to find supper. We’ve never been in Gatlinburg in the evening. It was actually kind of pleasant. Not a lot of people, still hot though. Did a little window shopping, stopped by the tobacco store and then took the ride back. Just spending time together.


Mags. Not gonna have it.

Back in the valley and I wanted to do something I’ve never really had the chance to do with the kids, and that’s to get some night shots. She is supportive of my hobbies like photography and this blog. BUT, when it comes to chilly, she would go with me, but she doesn’t wanna.

One of the dippers. Not too shabby from an iPhone.

Back at Route 19 Inn, there are many nostalgic pieces to go with the theme of the place. I’ll add more pics later, but I saw this tonight.

I’m tired now. I’m going to sleep.

Maybe.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Something Different

I don’t have anything to write about today. I’m worn out.

I went to work.

I went to physical therapy.

I started something on my IG account I might do more often.

#PicturesWithWalMartians me and Miss Judy.

I was goofing around and snapped this one with Miss Judy. I love picking at her, and she loves being picked at. She’s a sweetie.

You get your fun where you can find it while you work.

That’s it. That’s the post.

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Band Stuff

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