13 June 2008

Name Change Again? Why Not!

I was thinking. Weblog kind of sounds like webelos, you know the highest rank of cub scout.
weblog + webelos = webelogos
Do a little anagrammatic toying with the letters and you get weblegos.
Legos rock, and building website (or writing on this thing) is a lot like playing with Legos.
Also, a 1 page Google search for "web legos" only delivers this link as something not related to the LegOS or the entertaining plastic brick.
Point is, I'm thinking Weblegos is a great name for this web-log, and even though I recently changed to this incredibly long Latin name, I think I need to snatch this name up before it's too late. I'm going with it.

It's Been About a Week

My own wedding was just a few months ago. Before that, the pro photographer at a friend's wedding asked me when I was going to take the plunge, and this past weekend I had the opportunity to test the waters and myself: my sister got married and she asked me to be her photographer, along with our Aunt Robyn.
I read a lot about Wedding Photography in the weeks and months leading up to the big event. I acquired a second camera body, a better flash unit, and studied other photos. I made lists, met with both Robyn and Katie, and the night before felt pretty jazzed about the whole thing.
The great thing about digital is that you can shoot and shoot and still shoot more. Of course at the end of the day you have to sift through all of the crap. The trick is to know which shots to get and which to not get. This being my first real outing for the entire day (I've shot prep stuff for friends and taken pics "on spec" for practice) I shot everything. Between the rehearsal the night before and the big day itself, over 1100 exposures between the 2 cameras. That's a lot of megabytes.
As I began to sift through the photos I realized that I was a bit too itchy on the shutter - better more than less, I know, but at the same time I learned some and had some lessons reinforced.
I was reinforced in the rule of choosing the right shot to get, and not just shooting to hope you catch something good. I did a lot of the latter, but way more of the former than I am comfortable with. I think I was a bit nervous about the whole thing, and when I'm nervous I'm fidgety (I see you all nodding your heads), and when there's a camera in my hands that means I'm taking pictures. So as I get more comfortable with the bridal scenario in the weeks and months to come, I'll be less fidgety, more choosy, and will therefore not have so much to slog through in processing. My delete button is mighty, but I need to to last with the rest of my computer.
The lesson I learned is that I need to stick to my list when it comes time to take the posed group shots, and I need to take firm control. no matter how take-charge of a person the bride may be, no matter how much she might have planned for this day and discussed this moment with you, she's way too busy working on the fact that she just got married, and how she's hungry, tired, and just wants to sit down and have a large drink of something cold. So when I get that list of shots with all the people and the order they are in, we stick to the list in that order. I managed to get the shots, but it took longer than it should have and the bride should really have just stood there and smiled, instead of helping round people up. This is a lesson firmly learned.
I've had time to do my initial round of sifting, and I've even pulled out the 113 images I think best tell the story of the day, but later tonight I'll sit down and really work that post-production magic to give my sister the best present I can: the memories of her day that she can always look back on.

Verdant Explosion

I was looking for pictures of dirt for work - don't fret why, and so I pulled up the pictures of my garden to see if any of that was useful (it wasn't). Having just taken in the full green-ness of my garden mere hours before (as I left for work), I was stunned at how much it had really grown in only a month! It's amazing what a good wet spell will do for your plants!
I mean, excepting for the flowers. The only damned way I'm going to have anything flowering before July next year is to cheat and drop cash on greenhouse raised flats. I've no room for tending seedlings indoors, unfortunately.
What were 30 days ago tiny squashlings are now majestic mothers of young vegetables, yellow and growing almost before my eyes. Corn is doing its best to be up to that elephant's eye by ... you guessed it: the 4th of July. Green Beans have already begun to come in as the peas race skyward and outward, determined to usurp control of the garden like some pod-vegetable variant of 1900's Germany.
My pepper plants are holding their own in this war for sunlight, though I worry sometimes that peas and beans and squash will roll over my peppers like they were some sort of botanical Belgium, en route to my flower beds of France.
Of course, the whole WWI/WWII analogy falls apart when you realize that some of my peppers are hungarian wax (hot!), and that it was a silly analogy to begin with. I mean, everyone knows that peas can't goose-step to save their tiny green lives.
Out of what I thought were exactly 0 seeds that sprouted, it appears that I will get approximately 6 carrots from the earth, those too ready any day now. My curiosity has thus far kept me from pulling one just to see how they are doing. While in the ground they are at the same time perfect and deficient. I prefer to let Schroedinger's carrots tend to themselves (I do weed around them).
Speaking of weeds, here's a conundrum: how did lemon balm come to be growing in the cracks in my brick path through the garden? I have 1 lemon balm plant, given to me by my father, and it has been conspicuously immobile on my workbench while I waited for it to grow enough to transplant. Weird, right? As in all things that go wonky with my garden I blame either dogs or birds (or slugs), but since dogs and slugs are exclusively destructive, my vote goes to birds. The dogs make sure that there are no rabbits in the yard.
These are the same birds who likely plucked off the young stems of my flower box just as they were preparing to show first blossom. Yes, I was quiet displeased. Dad was good enough to fix me up with some alyssum, which I have planted in the flower box with the transplanted sidewalk lemon balm AND one of the squash seedlings that I had thinned out (they were just too strong to simply toss on the compost heap!). They are all covered with halves of plastic bottles until they show sufficient growth to be left alone by birds.
Well, I've done it again: another rambling tour through my gardens (hey, my sunflowers, second time around, are actually growing). If there's something growing in my yard (other than the grass what needs mowing) that you want me to ramble on at length about, please comment and let me know.
Hey, maybe comment and let me know you're reading? The "I don't have anything to say" excuse is a poor excuse. You just read this. I rest my case.

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