Gunnar
Sunday, January 28, 2024
Taps for Terry
Wednesday, January 24, 2024
Monday, January 15, 2024
Saturday, September 23, 2023
Photography Thoughts and Lessons:
I am losing the race with my aging body.
As my eyesight continues to decline I am still working on my photography. A blind amateur photographer? Oh, what the hell.
When taking photos of small flitty birds there are really two options:
1. Be very, very good.
or
2. Be very, very close.
At one time I carried a long variable-zoom lens. Every year it got heavier. I still own that lens for tripod situations, and also a close-up lens for bugs and butterflies, but for everyday shooting I use an old tech Nikon D7500 DSLR body with a NIKKOR 300mm f/4 prime lens.
I suppose eventually I could replace that with a modern, gee-whiz mirrorless camera, but I love it. Does a man put down his loyal dog simply because it is old?
Sunday, February 26, 2023
Friday, January 27, 2023
Old and Obsolete Camera(man)
Gunnar Berg
Thursday, October 13, 2022
Heimdall the Watcher
In Norse mythology Heimdall, watchman of the gods, dwelt at the entry to Asgard. He required less sleep than a bird, could see 100 leagues and hear grass growing in the meadows. Heimdall kept the ringing horn Gjallarhorn which could be heard throughout heaven, earth, and the lower world to summon the gods when their enemies approached.
Over the ages, one by one, the old gods eventually retired to the south of France. Heimdall fell on hard times, eventually retiring beside the spring which is the source of the mighty Oakwood Rivulet, where he landed a job as a watchman protecting 1410 from all evil.
Monday, July 4, 2022
Dust in a Baggie - Billy Strings
Methamphetamine has got a damn good hold of me
My tweaker friends have got me to the point of no return
I just took the lighter to the bulb and watched it burn
Well, it's got me back in prison once again
I used my only phone call to contact my daddy
I got 20 long years for some dust in a baggie
I wouldn't be locked up in prison, troubled in the head
I took that little pop and suck until my mind was spun
I got 20 years to sit and think of what I've done
Well, it's got me back in prison once again
I used my only phone call to contact my daddy
I got 20 long years for some dust in a baggie
These old jailhouse blues have got me singing this old song
My life is a disaster, Lord and I feel so ashamed
In here where they call me by a number, not a name
Well, it's got me back in prison once again
I used my only phone call to contact my daddy
I got 20 long years for some dust in a baggie
I got 20 long years for some dust in a baggie
Wednesday, June 1, 2022
And on the third day God created...
I do not necessarily believe in a God Creator, but if I did I would imagine he is mucking around tweaking and changing things (evolution?) ... like moving Victoria Falls 102 feet to the left so it looked right to him .... or her (heaven only knows).
(The mountain range and gulch on the horizon should shift a corresponding amount.)
Monday, May 30, 2022
WAY pedals for a 1950 M.Bonvicini
Johnny Pergolizzi showed up with set of really clean Way-Assauto pedals. The original pedals (and stem) are the only original things that a little rough on the bike, so I bit.
- Gunnar
Thursday, May 12, 2022
1410 Migrating Warblers: 05-10-2022 & 05-11-2022
All taken from the same location on our garden bench with "The Beast", my heavy, obsolete old camera.