Harvest Time

I live on a farm. It’s October. The rains are coming. The freezes are coming. This means… Harvest Time.
These are a few of the images I’ve taken recently of things we’ve harvested. I have to say the tomatillas and Onions have been the most photogenic, but then, that’s pretty typical. They are quite lovely and always have the right lighting. Plus they sit still…. Just joking.

I wanted a more updated post for today, but I was a bit tired, coming down with a minor cold, and just not willing to push my book review.

So enjoy the photos.

Signing off
Kate

Dreamy – A Weekly Photo Challenge Post

Milkweed Fluff

Milkweed Fluff

Rarely do I have the opportunity to go with The Daily Post‘s weekly photo challenges, but this week’s theme of ‘Dreamy‘ hit me perfectly. How MichelleW spoke about the clouds and the Utah morning just spoke to me. I am always looking at the magical side of things. The foggy mornings, the misty mountains, the milkweed fluff on a dewy lawn on a crisp fall day…. These things get to me and make my heart want to explode out.

This last week the milkweed seeds have been scattered every morning on the back lawn. It’s more of just a grassy area, mountain grass, that happens to exist despite lack of watering. The milkweed explodes out of its pods in the middle of September and keeps right up through October a lot of the time.

I have this thing about milkweed. When I was little, Fantasia with the milkweed ladies floating down to Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Suite was magical, and still is to this day. I adore that part of the film. I always wanted to see milkweed, but it didn’t seem to grow where I lived. So, since moving to the mountains in NorCal, where milkweed abounds in my backyard (much to Walter’s disgust and total annoyance) I am a very happy girl. I take pictures of milkweed all the time.

I think this one constitutes as pretty dreamy to me.

Signing off
Kate

Saturday Inspirations – Landscape Edition

Just like last week, here are some inspirational pictures that I want to either use for writing, visit, or just start a piece of fiction about them. Landscapes are more crucial than you realize for writing because they help set the scene sometimes.  For instance, I have one novel that is in the embryonic stage but it takes place in Ashland, Oregon, home of the Oregon Shakespeare Festival (OSF for true fans).  If I had never been to Ashland, it would be mighty hard to write about it.  But I like to also have images to reference the place.  Maybe not my own, but some of the hotel and other sites.

I love mountain and water pictures. Open roads in the mountains…. the John Denver and James Taylor songs that make you feel moments of those roads.  Lots of things make me want to escape into them, but landscapes are one of the biggest things.

So enjoy.

Signing off
Kate

Wordless Wednesday – Stopping By The Woods

This is the light on mysterious clouds last week. It looked like a fire and it moved across the sky, and it reached all the way from horizon to horizon.

This is the light on mysterious clouds last week. It looked like a fire and it moved across the sky, and it reached all the way from horizon to horizon.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost

 

Signing off

~Kate

Do You Really Want To Claim That Picture As Your Own?

So, usually I’m not one to get to irritated with people online, but this is not one of those times.

There has been a lot of debate regarding photo rights and what people can use online.  Most bloggers I know of, especially those from Tumblr, use whatever image they want with little regard for sources.  While technically just adding in a source is not the correct way of using images, it’s more proper than just claiming something as your own.

Even I’m guilty of using images that are not my own.  However, I usually try to link to the original site where I found the image, and if there is a credit, I will include it. The only time I do not use certain images is when they are specifically from a photographer with their name on it. Most of the pictures out there I find it hard to know who the original source is, so I can’t label it.

Just this week, I was on Tumblr and I found a really nice background of Colin O’Donoghue and Jennifer Morrison sharing the infamous Captain Swan kiss that has set the fandom all in a marvelous tizzy.  It was posted as the background of the blog  Because You Didn’t See This Coming…

I loved the image, and I am going to include it with this post so you can see. A charming wintery background, and then the couple kissing.  So, I posted it on Tumblr, crediting the site I found it on, though I figured well, the image could have come from anywhere.

CS winter kiss.

The edited version from the original

Not two hours later, I received a message from the blogger asking me to take down ‘her’ image. Well, technically, it is polite to remove an image if it isn’t your own and the ‘owner’ wants it down.  So, I removed the image and apologized profusely for upsetting the person.  The reply I got was this.

“If you want to promo me, you can just explain my blog and link it. But thank you for removing it when I asked. No worries. I’ve dealt with assholes in the past, thus why I got really mad, but it’s fine now!”

Okay, fine. Whatever. I went on my merry way.

Until the next morning.

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The Original Image

See, it’s all fine and good to say you have created an image and it is yours, if it actually is yours.  However, when you take an image from the internet of say, a famous couple kissing, and edit it and add a background, I’m sorry, but that original image is not yours.  Did you ask for permission to use it and edit it?  In this instance, did you contact the ABC network and the producers and photographers of Once Upon A Time and ask them if you could use the image?  If not, then you are breaking all the copyright and image rules out there.

You do not own public images like this unless you are the photographer.  So, I can just take that image, and edit it a bit, and call it my own.  In fact here, let’s just do that.   Oh my, look at that.  It’s not the same, but look at the couple, well they are still what was the original.  I’m going to call this my own.  And I’m sorry, but no one can use it without my permission.

My edited version of the edited version.  (Oh and Merry Christmas CSers and Oncers)

My edited version of the edited version. (Oh and Merry Christmas CSers and Oncers)

I think that sounds right. Don’t you?  See how ridiculous that is?  These images out there are corrupted and edited by thousands of fan girls.  Then they get upset if said image is posted without their consent, but I’m sorry, they do not own the original image and cannot claim it’s theirs.

Now, I’m not one to get on a soap box, but I think there are times when I need to speak up. I give this a warning to people who blog and ‘edit’ pictures.  Unless the image is one you took with your own camera, you cannot claim it is yours just because you edited it a bit.  Editing is easy now. Anyone can do it.  I’ve just proven that. It is impossible to call something yours, if you have no rights to it.

Signing off
~Kate

The Buzz of It All

yellow jacket's dinner

Yellow jacket on a raspberry flower. These are guys I don’t mess with per say, but they are marvelous as well.

The humble, darling honeybee.  There is something so special about them and yet, I think people forget about them.  Right now I find them hard to forget as I am usually elbow deep in them as I pick raspberries.  they fill the rows of canes with their steady hum as they buzz throughout the blossoms.  Reminding my of W.B. Yeats’ poem, The Lake Isle of Innisfree:

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:

Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

The imagery that this poem invokes is utterly romantic in form.  While I don’t live in a bee-loud glade, bees are a constant here.  I wouldn’t know what to do without them around all the time.

honeybee on a rasp

Hanging in there for dinner

I have a very pleasant relationship with bees, absolutely adore them, and probably like them way more than most people do.  I think the bees know it as well. I can thrust  my hands into the canes to pick, bumping up to bees and not having to worry about being stung. Sure, I have been stung, but that was when I rested my hand on a bee.  And the poor dear did not make it out alive.

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Gluttonous honeybee on a raspberry flower.

Bumble bees and those beautiful, black, bombing Carpenter bees don’t die if they sting you (love that alliteration) and I have the experience to back that up.  Who knew you shouldn’t pick up Carpenter bee females from possibly drowning in the pool.  It would have been fine had I not used my bare hand.

But I respect bees, and they respect me.  I am forever rescuing honeybees that are half drowned by my watering.  And I hate to see the older girls slowly fade away as they are dying, until one morning you find the still form of one in the dewy grass.  One who will never move again.

Bees are my friends.  A friend of my family is deathly afraid of bees.  She is allergic, I think, so stays far away from them.  It brings to mind a poem I read the other day in  Orion magazine‘s September/October issue about a woman that has an uneasy reltaionship with Shasta daisies and bees.  The bees love her daisises which are around her mailbox, and she’s allergic to bees.  You can read the poem in the picture below.

PerilloI love the line “Going to the bees’.  Actually, I just love the whole darn thing.  I’m fortunate that I don’t have to worry about bees that way.  I putter along, picking berries, brushing buzzing, fuzzy bodies, brandishing my camera when I remember to have it on hand.  I adore taking pictures of bees. I wish I could have a catalog I’ve done of every bee.  As in I want to catalog every bee with pictures and more pictures.  I adore bees.  And I like the thought of going to the bees, when I’m out picking in the hum drum sounds.

And that is itself is the buzz of it all.

Signing off

~Kate

Dragonflies – Wordless Wednesday

Cardinal MeadowhawkI went to a presentation on dragonflies this last week, purchased the field guide for dragonflies and damselflies in this area, then got to work identifying what’s buzzing around out here in NorCal.  This is a male Cardinal Meadow hawk who came to rest on one of those wreath hangers they use at cemeteries.  His lady friend stopped by for a moment too and I was able to capture the both of them.  But this is the Mr.  I’m now dragonfly hooked.

Signing off

~Kate