Eastern Sierra Color

When Dan and I go to the Eastern Sierra (something he does annually, usually several times, and I do on occasion) I am pretty much at a loss when it comes to getting photos I really like. Dan has the eye for the larger landscapes, and he sure knows how to work with the light! But … well … there’s not much for my macro work which is what I enjoy the most. But I do attempt to do some landscape work, just to give it a go.

When we came back from our latest trip I didn’t see anything I took as exactly thrilling, but still I know to wait on things and maybe, in a year or two, I’ll think differently. I don’t delete things for a long while, knowing eventually something might stand out.

Meanwhile, I do look at them and work on them a bit and think, “Well, it’s better than nothing!” So this photo, while it doesn’t wrap its arms around me and say, “love me!” I feel as if it does show some of the color we encounter. It’s not just about the aspens, and the brush in front really captures my eye (and sort of my heart sometimes).

So Many Colors, 11.14.26

From My Travels

I’m going over some photos from 2023 at the moment: we had taken a long trip and when we got to Bologna we did mostly random wandering. I ran across this wall, and the saying caught my eye. However I didn’t know what it meant. Perhaps readers immediately do?

Even the Olives …, 8.12.23 (Bologna, Italy)

A quick search on Wikipedia gave me this information:

“A Canadian veteran recalled, 

We ran for cover, Charlie Donnelly, the commander of an Irish company is crouched behind an olive tree. He has picked up a bunch of olives from the ground and is squeezing them. I hear him say something quietly between a lull in machine gun fire: Even the olives are bleeding.

Then, just minutes after saying that, his unit was retreating and he was hit several times and he was killed.

Charles Patrick Donnelly, July 10, 1914, Killybrackey, County Tyrone, Ireland
DiedFebruary 27, 1937, Arganda del Rey, Madrid, Spain