Yellow on Red

As a college student, my itinerary for exploring Europe was determined by where I could find Hieronymus Bosch paintings to view in person. When I arrived in Hertogenbosch, the Netherlands–Bosch’s home town– it just happened to be during Fasching (carnival). The train pulled into the station just as a parade was ending there. To my great amazement, many characters right out of his paintings were milling about on the steps of the depot. I made my way to his house where I found a dead sparrow lying on his front step. Whew! As a 19 yr old, that was some heavy messaging. I had no idea what it meant, but it was awesome!

Detail from The Garden of Earthly Delights

Detail from The Garden of Earthly Delights

Anyway, I often see crows feasting on roadkill. When I came upon this shot, it struck me as an interesting turn of events. Graphically, I just liked the boldness of the red better than the original.

2016 Audubon entry #5

Yellow Jacket Dead Crow in red-

Hieroglyphic

This is #10 and the last of the images I submitted to the 2015 Audubon Photo Contest. I think this one is my favorite because it contains five elements that float my boat: the desert, rocks, ancient history, birds, and a sense of spirituality. Floating one’s boat in the desert is always surprisingly satisfying.Hieroglyphic blog-

Five Eagles – One Crow

There were five eagles soaring around over my house yesterday……and one crow harassing them. Eventually, the eagles moved on. It’s amazing what a little courage and determination can do. I couldn’t get all the eagles and the crow in one shot, but I got two of them.

Escape

This is the second of two photo compositions I submitted for the Studio 360 Photo Remix Listener Challenge. You were supposed to incorporate one or more of the ten images they provided into a scene of your own. Here I used their pathway through the park, the crow, the marble head, the reaching hand, the derby hat from the man’s portrait, and some of their clouds (for the fog). I added some layers of my own cloud shots and my headless self running down the path.

……but I left without my……..Well, it wasn’t really mine to begin with.