In pine wind
bellsounds shower down
with evening rain.
~Sogi (S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)

Nikon D750 f/7.1 50 mm 1/80 s
In pine wind
bellsounds shower down
with evening rain.
~Sogi (S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)

Nikon D750 f/7.1 50 mm 1/80 s
Leaves on the reeds
will be suffering to –
after a storm
~Ikkado Joa (S Carter, Haiku before Haiku)

I’ve had a bit of a problem with my computer so my submission for Raj’s black & white lesson was on the back burner for the past week. I decided to challenge myself during this lesson by using a 50 mm lens and manual focus during a rain storm. The outcome of my exploration with various f-stops was hampered by the – sigh – a very limited experience and trust with manual focus.
Nikon D750 f/5.6 1/30s 50mm 200 ISO manual focus


Nikon D750 f/5.6 1/30s 50mm 200 ISO manual focus


Before the rain, I decided to explore the interactions of the histogram and shutter speed in the Nikon D750 while photographing the arrival of autumn.
f/7.1 1/6s 300mm ISO 200


RAJ’s photo lesson about close ups and macros, encouraged me to create images with my camera set to manual focus, “Remember, only you know the story you are trying to tell, not the camera!”

Nikon D750 f/6.3 40mm 1/4s 100 ISO
This initial exploration with manual focus brought to mind the summer between the 4th and 5th grade, when I put on my first pair of glasses (Cat Eyes). I can still recall the visual experience of seeing for the first time individualized leaves on trees and multiple shapes and colors of gravel stone…the world, sharpened and focused, was a moment of awe. Corrective lenses was a means of normalization; yet, there are no words to describe and there are no photographs that can replicate the amazing bokeh of Christmas lights created by astigmatism and myopia.
Nikon D750 f/5 40mm 0.2s 100 ISO
The ease of using auto focus–a reliance upon technology–to create images that satisfy a self-imposed standard has me question if the advancements in genetic, genomic, and reproductive technologies, identified by a UC Berkeley sociologist Troy Duster as a back door to eugenics, to lessen human suffering will also nudge us into a world absent of human uniqueness.

Year by year, season by season, day by day
quietly in the memories of children I live.
In my sleeves, drifting in peaceful slumber
tiny whispered wishes, two or three.


In response to Lost in Translation’s request, here is a selection of images posted during July and August…

If you are…someone who enjoys the countryside, or the green forest, you know that the forests are our lungs outside our bodies. Yet, we have been acting in a way that has allowed two million square miles of forest land to be destroyed by acid rain. We are imprisoned in our small selves, thinking only of the comfortable conditions for this small self, while we destroy our large self. One day I suddenly saw that the sun is my heart, my heart outside of this body. If my body’s heart ceases to function I cannot survive; but if the sun, my other heart, ceases to function, I will also die immediately… (Thich Nhat Hanh, Being Peace)
I found myself attracted to these two sunflowers in a fallowed field that borders a trail I walk almost everyday. Since the field is situated next to an apartment complex’s parking lot, it seemed to me that the background would have muddied any image. Therefore, with the aperture value at 5.6, I composed this image following RAJ’s instructions for a technique called “Focus Locking.” First I composed the image with the sunflowers in the center, then pressed the shutter so that the flowers were in focus, and then with a half-pressed shutter I recomposed the image before pressing the shutter fully.

Nikon D750 f/5.6 1/40 300mm 100 ISO
Again
I sneak into your garden
to eat arena berries.
(Please keep yourself hidden
until I go away!)
~Ryokan, cited in: K Tanahashi, Sky Above, Great Wind

During a recent photo walk, I found myself ignoring a “no trespassing” sign while silently rehearsing innocent detail. If I had not been somewhat oppositional, I would have missed this interesting chair being re-weaved by nature as well as a water lily pond and a kingfisher. Much the same as Ryokan, 190+ years ago, I found myself hoping the homeowners would keep themselves hidden until I went away.
The quote placed inside this image of daisies with a resting beetle brought to mind a quote, by an unknown author, that spoke to my restless soul. Over the past several years, my travels and relocations have diminished a bit more than I wish; and as a consequence, I feel as though I’ve begun to put down roots as my wings are being clipped.

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