The Mexican holiday “Day of the Dead” or “Día de los Muertos“is famous for macabre brightly decorated skull figures. The one in a store window in Figure 1 is called La Calavera Catrina, which refers to José Guadalupe Posada’s depiction of a “fine” lady in fancy hat and clothing of the early 20th century. Significantly, the holiday is meant to revere and honor the departed.

The dead are in a sense all around us, in their own nether world, or is it we in ours. They are not quite in site, only felt, buried in reflections and memories of a now fully written story. I usually hate the reflection in storefront windows that destroy and distort the photograph. But here, symbolically it was exactly what I wanted

I am spending a very relaxing week on the Massachusetts North Shore with TC and my camera and like every photo-fool I am snapping photographs of every beautiful flower that I see. Todays, Figure 1, is a macrophotograph of a Sempervivum tectorum, a so-called “hen and chicken” that I found in a flower box on Bearskin Neck in Rockport, MA. This is one of my favorites a kind of antediluvian delight. This one was madly blowing in the ocean breeze and I kept maneuvering to quiet it down with my hand as a shield.

TC and I got up at 4:30 am this morning to watch the summer’s solstice sunrise from the Granite Pier. It was such a beautiful sight. As a scientist, I attach no great cosmic significance to the sun reaching its apex. Yet bathed in the orange rays emanating from a fiery orb on the horizon we are equally bathed in all the traditions of the ancient Britons. We are born again into our myths. And while we believe no metaphysical forces are released, we are simultaneously aware of the forces of the tides (the moon was high above our right shoulders), the winds, and the waves. Wisely, the birds are driven into a frenzy, and we are left to wonder!

Following on yesterday’s theme of flower photography, I offer Figure 1 taken at Great Meadows National Wildlife Refuge of a bumble bee on a milkweed blossom. Bees always add to flower pictures, even if they destroy the symmetry. The iPhone is fabulous for close-up. But you see the problem in both this and yesterday’s image. The sharpness does not hold against reasonable blow-up. It certainly does not rival some of the absolutely glorious work of the macrophotographers whom I follow. I am a firm believer that sharpness is everything. But still a reasonable image if you don’t push it too hard.

It is early summer and everyone who isn’t photographing themselves is photographing flowers – and, of course, the flowers are beautiful this time of year. Still flower photography has always perplexed me. There ever seems to be something of a cheat in color. I mean the color of flowers can be quite overpowering and modern cameras, the cell-phone prime among them – elevate color to all the vividness that it can possibly possess. Of course, there are people who excel at flower photography. And I admire those who have a natural pastel palette. As for myself, I am always torn between the flower for color’s sake and the flower as a proclaimer of symmetry. I am constantly experimenting with it, and have grown fond of photographing flowers at night by flash where the darkness of the background creates a wonderful emphasis.

Today I decided on the symmetry end of things and processed the glorious peony of Figure 1 in black and white, actually duotone. It was originally white with a touch of red in the center. So it appealed to me as an example of tone-on-tone and what can be created from it.

So for today we have the image of Figure 1, entitled “Windsor!” It is both a geometric piece, with that disconcerting table leg in the upper left and also a study in perspective and depth of focus. It was taken on the spur of the moment just for fun image and I oscillated back and forth between doing it in black and white and preserving its color. In the end the contrast between the rich sepia tones of the maple contrasted with the blues of the oriental carpet won out to my eye at least.

When I was a child, I delighted in what my father called his “Captain’s Chair.” so perhaps the fascination has lasted all these years.

On the Massachusetts North Shore the piping plovers (Charadrius melodus). These little tiny ring necked plovers are seriously endangered and, as a result, most of the Parker River National Wildlife Refuge beaches are closed so that they can breed undisturbed for about half the summer. It is worth it! TC and I have noticed a few of these delights at Cape Hedge Beach and last Saturday we were treated to encountering three day-old hatchlings darting about, tripping over rocks, and generally presenting a major challenge to parent birds to keep them all together – so delicate and vulnerable. Most wonderful of all is the way that they hide under their parents; all you see is a ball of fluffy feathers and a lot of legs. It is very reminiscent of the character Mother Ginger from the ballet Nutcracker, who hides a mass of children beneath her skirt.

I was very respectful of these little babies and in the end did not get a good picture of them. I did however succeed in getting the image of an adult piping plover (Figure 1), which I am quite pleased with.compensation.

Canon T2i withEF 100-400 mm f/4.5-5.6 L IS USM lens at 340 mm ISO 1600 Aperture Priority AE Mode 1/4000 th sec at f/7.1 with no exposure compensation.

I keep coming back to Cape Hedge in Rockport, MA. It inspires me. It delights and centers me. Here (Figure 1) is an image that I took in April at sunset and low tide: of the beach, the sunlit waves, the algae covered rocks, and the swirls of tidal water. I’ll let the image speak for itself, except to say that it could have been taken anywhere during the last billion years! So anxious to return!

One night, when I was in Key Biscayne, I heard a beautiful bird call and looked about to see what it was. My explorations were greeted by the very angry and aggressive mocking bird (Mimus polyglottos) of Figure 1. The species name polyglottos really says it all. This bird imitates other bird calls. And the term mocking may already indicate a bit of attitude. Although this one was clearly protecting its nest.

Whenever I see or hear a mockingbird, I am reminded of a school play, which we did in elementary school, about Abraham Lincoln. “Listen to the Mocking Bird” (1855). The song was a popular American song that we were told was one of Abraham Lincoln’s favorites. Its lyrics were composed by Septimus Winner under the pseudonym “Alice Hawthorne”, and its music was by Richard Milburn. Funny the way that you remember odd things.

I believe that I played Andrew Johnson and I had only one line, which I delivered with great force and energy, “No comment!” One of my classmates had a smaller part. He played Lincoln’s statue and he unfortunately passed out during the performance. Oh the indignities of youth!

Canon T2i with EF 100-400mm F/4.5-5.6 L IS USM lens at at 210 mm, ISO 1600, 1/4o0th sec at f/7.1 with no exposure compensation.