{"id":85,"date":"2008-11-09T00:40:04","date_gmt":"2008-11-09T04:40:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogshevik.com\/garneredimages\/?p=85"},"modified":"2008-11-09T00:40:04","modified_gmt":"2008-11-09T04:40:04","slug":"dont-leave-home-without-it","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/squirreltale.com\/garneredimages\/?p=85","title":{"rendered":"Don&#8217;t Leave Home Without It"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>&#8220;The only things you regret are the things you don&#8217;t do.&#8221;<br \/>\n(Michael Curtiz)<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>\u00a0\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n<p>I try to not live a life of regrets.\u00a0 This means that I think about what I intend to do and the possible consequences of my actions.\u00a0 I try to understand just what is and is not within my control; operating under a doctrine of fairness in the case of the former, and one of acceptance with the latter.<\/p>\n<p>But when things don&#8217;t go as planned, sometimes\u00a0that all too human twinge of regret will surface.\u00a0 Like forgetting to\u00a0snip off\u00a0a manufacturer&#8217;s\u00a0tag on the inside of a new shirt, it rubs, it scratches and eventually it must be removed.\u00a0 This is accomplished in the experiential world by means of that lovely little business term:\u00a0 &#8220;post mortem&#8221;.\u00a0 Meaning,\u00a0look back for a root cause\u00a0of a problem.<\/p>\n<p>What I have learned the last few days is that I need to take my camera with me every time I go somewhere.\u00a0 Sure, it&#8217;s not always going to be possible, but when there is no excuse it\u00a0is\u00a0invariably inexcusable to leave it at home.\u00a0 On Thursday, we went to Lansing for a meeting of the state&#8217;s Natural Resources Commission.\u00a0 I remain up to my bushy-tail in the matter of the state regulating the rehabilitation of deer in light of the recent finding of Chronic Wasting Disease here so attending these monthly meetings has become the norm.<\/p>\n<p>Staving off regret by packing up Matilda and all the lenses, we lugged our way across Michigan Avenue to the building in which the meeting was to be held under early afternoon light that was, as is the norm this time of year,\u00a0low-slung, soft, but bright.\u00a0 It illuminated the state capitol building up the street with a sweet, sweet glow but there wasn&#8217;t enough time to stop and set up for shooting.\u00a0 I&#8217;d hoped the light would remain until after the meeting but\u00a0hazy clouds were rolling in more earnestly by the time we exited the building.\u00a0 We set up anyway; I wasn&#8217;t going to regret not taking any shots this time.<\/p>\n<p>All things considered, despite the looming November gloom, I did like this perspective:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/sciurusniger.smugmug.com\/photos\/411603435_Tnyq9-L.jpg\" alt=\"Michigan State capitol\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve already planned to pack\u00a0Matilda for next month&#8217;s meeting, aiming for both an earlier start and\u00a0hoping for sweet light.<\/p>\n<p>So you&#8217;d think I would have been with it when we had to run errands on Friday.\u00a0 Leaving just as the sun was\u00a0readying itself\u00a0to slip below the horizon, as we neared the Shrine of the Little Flower Catholic church the day&#8217;s grey clouds parted briefly and an odd yet compelling yellow glow started to grow.\u00a0 Thoughts of racing home for Matilda began to bounce back and forth across my mind like ping-pong balls gone mad as I noticed the yellow glow striking the enormous marble crucifix that graces the front of the church.<\/p>\n<p>We did turn around and go back for Matilda but by the time we reached the vantage point for what should have been an exquisite shot, the clouds had once again covered the last of sun&#8217;s rays as it disappeared for good.\u00a0 I was disappointed, to be sure, but swallowed that twinge of regret and took some shots anyway.\u00a0 To my surprise, the lights on inside the church tower had cast their own eery and very yellow glow on the back of the marble Jesus&#8217; head, so during post-processing I decided the resulting image was better desaturated of all color and instead presented as a black &amp; white:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/sciurusniger.smugmug.com\/photos\/412227201_p6WTJ-M.jpg\" alt=\"Shrine of the Little Flower Catholic church\" width=\"563\" height=\"450\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I most assuredly won&#8217;t be leaving home with Matilda any more.\u00a0 But I must admit that it is far easier to simply walk out the back door and take shots in\u00a0my very own\u00a0yard:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/sciurusniger.smugmug.com\/photos\/412720349_vmrTP-M.jpg\"><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter\" title=\"Leaves in Birdbath\" src=\"http:\/\/sciurusniger.smugmug.com\/photos\/412720349_vmrTP-M.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"563\" height=\"450\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The reactions from those in the backyard as I go about this are often better, too:<\/p>\n<p style=\"TEXT-ALIGN: center\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter\" title=\"I See You....\" src=\"http:\/\/sciurusniger.smugmug.com\/photos\/412718652_QZPvq-M.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"563\" height=\"450\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;The only things you regret are the things you don&#8217;t do.&#8221; 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