Black and White Photography

Puff….

She was a “rescue cat”‘ when we got her from a shelter a few years ago…tiny as could be, and she has remained so…has remained a rescue cat and has remained tiny.  I wasn’t at the shelter with my wife and son to adopt her, but I’m told that she climbed up into my son’s lap and would then have nothing to do with anybody else…and that is a condition that has remained, as well.  Unless I’m doing something in the kitchen with turkey or ham, she won’t have a thing to do with me…I’m lucky if she lets me touch her with a finger tip.  Whenever family members come over to the house, the cat is gone and hiding under a bed or in a closet somewhere.

This image was made from nearly 20 feet away with a little bit of zoom action….

My son originally named her something like “Gray Stripe,” or “Bat Cat,” or some other such thing, but the name was changed to “Puff” after a few days.  The cat hid under the bed anytime my wife or I entered my son’s room and would not come out for any kind of coaxing, gentle talking, or offering of treats, etc.  The only thing that brought her out was when my wife started singing “Puff the Magic Dragon.”  Whether it was a familiar tune or simply my wife’s melodic voice, the little feline slowly walked out from under the bed and hopped up on top of it and approached my wife.  When she stopped singing, the cat disappeared under the bed again…when she started singing, out came the cat again…stopped singing, there she went again.

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Hassayampa River Crossing

There are occasions, when traveling in Arizona, that it feels like one is journeying through time as well as distance.

iPhone image made on 4/11/2018 just south of Wickenburg, Arizona.

 


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portrait of a girl, too


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portrait of a girl


Thistle and fence posts…in black and white

Another image made from outside of the Cougar Park Nature Preserve in West Jordan, Utah…facing west with the near-setting sun lighting the rails and providing shadow-forms for the posts.  The evening’s walk provided an array of subject matter for photography, so I had to return to the house to retrieve my camera.  I have been out of the habit of taking it with me on my infrequent walks through my Arizona neighborhood, but found it to be a welcome companion again as I ventured out into another sweet, Utah evening.


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Weaver’s Needle and Surround in Black and White

Weaver's Needle and Surround in Black and White


Miner’s shack in Sheep Gulch

Sheep Gulch Miner's Shack

 


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mesa vista in sepia

mesa vista in sepia


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Saguaro Cacti in the Clouds…in Black and White

Saguaro cacti in the clouds, in black and white


leftovers from utah…in black and white

I had driven past these ruins (?) at least two dozen times over the last several years…and finally made the stop on my next to last trip before moving out of the state.  The third and fourth images are from a second set of buildings just a little further down the road….

South of Panguitch homestead ruins

There were a couple of out-buildings, corrals, and a stable further up the hill and toward the left of these first two images.

South of Panguitch homestead ruins 2

These two building didn’t appear to be as old as the ones in first two photos…there were more “modern” pieces of junk and rubber-wheeled trailer parts on the property.

Other ruins south of Panguitch

There was even a cement-stooled outhouse with a plastic seat about 20-30 yards uphill from the buildings.  I hope there was also a cement septic tank to prevent the contents from leaching downhill toward the houses…if that’s what they were.

different view of homestead ruins south of Panguitch

And lastly, here’s a color rendition of the first photo in the set.  It was a pretty, mid-May afternoon in middle Utah, about six miles (or 15?) south of Panguitch, just off of Highway 89….

Homestead ruins south of Panguitch Utah