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.

Glutton resized for Picassa

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

Wordless Wednesday – Cooper Pink

Pink and CooperCooper is our friend’s rescued pitbull and mix dog.  Half blind and half deaf, he’s smarter than they think, and not quite as blind or deaf as they think.  This was a lucky shot taken in January when the pink of the fabrics picked up the pink of a very sweet dog.

Signing off

~Kate

London Olympics: Michael Phelps sets record with 19th medal – latimes.com

London Olympics: Michael Phelps sets record with 19th medal – latimes.com.

Relay team

(Michael Phelps, second from left, and American teammates Conor Dwyre, Ryan Lochte and Ricky Berens pose for photos with their gold medals after winning the 800-meter freestyle relay on Tuesday in London. (Daniel Ochoa De Olza / Associated Press / July 31, 2012)

By Lisa DillmanJuly 31, 2012, 1:35 p.m.

History unfolded in 6 minutes and 59.70 seconds.

With a little help from three of his friends, Michael Phelps became the greatest Olympian of them all, winning his 19th career medal, breaking the standard set by legendary Soviet gymnast Larissa Latynina.

No. 19 came in the men’s 800-meter freestyle relay and the color was gold. Phelps had the responsibility of swimming the anchor leg and the outcome was virtually assured as he had a 3.8-second lead when he hit the water.

The United States finished first by almost that same margin. France took the silver and China the bronze.

Swimming the first three legs of the relay were Ryan Lochte, Conor Dwyer and Ricky Berens.

Incredibly, Phelps has 15 gold medals, two silver and two bronze in his legendary Olympic career, which started in 2000.

One of the silver medals came earlier on Tuesday night at the Aquatics Centre when Phelps was edged in the 200 butterfly.

He praised the winner Chad le Clos of South Africa and then paid tribute to his relay teammates.

“The 200 fly didn’t go the way I wanted,” Phelps said. “I was on the other end of that finish four years ago.”

 

So I was totally and completely jazzed to have Michael Phelps win the gold in the 800 meter relay. Totally and completely psyched. I remember him winning in ’04 and ’08. I’m super happy and excited he swims for the USA. And I’m thrilled beyond belief that he’s gotten all those medals.

USA is the greatest country in the world. Yeah, I’m biased. I live here.

Signing off
~Kate