Photography, both iPhoneography, including macro, with the iPhone 5S, using the Schneider Optics macro lens attachment, and the iPhone 7 Plus with various add-on lenses by both Ztylus and Moment.
Ten-petal Anemone Daisy fleabane
Balloon in canal, the Navigli District, Milan
From the terrace, Duomo, Milan
Through the clouds Time for sunset
Spider on wildflower Spider on rose petal
spider again grasshopper on cactus flower
Mueller Lake Park
Ring of Fire Sunset
On the left, a normal example of the tiny wildflower known as daisy fleabane. On the right, an example exhibiting fasciation. I had to do a little research! From Wikipedia: "Fasciation... is a relatively rare condition of abnormal growth in vascular plants... producing flattened, ribbon-like, crested, or elaborately contorted tissue."
Dandelion Seeds Scarlet Pimpernel
Fallen roses Poinsettia Petals
Interior of a Flower Wildflower
Ice on Lamb's Ear Burned blank invoices
Below, what looks like a large pile of rocks -- actually a tumbled-down historic tomb. In its broken state, trees have grown thru the stones. No family left to care.
old farm implement
Construction waste turns up in the woods all the time. It's cheaper to abandon it on undeveloped property than to take it to the dump. Sooner or later, the property owner has to do something about it. Around here, the property gets bought up by a developer, who just bulldozes everything.
grafitti on abandoned boat
Rick Perry for Prez, the words say. Written on an abandoned boat with a tree growing thru the middle of it. Behind an abandoned corrugated metal building, full of junk, stuff strewn everywhere by vandals. I wonder who the writer thinks will see this political statement? I saw it. But, very few people of voting age ever go exploring back there.
I visited the grave of my young friend, Peter, a week after the funeral. Too soon for a marker. The flowers, the foliage, the wreaths, the banners had all been piled on top of the grave. With the cross on top. I sat, I thought, I prayed. Then, I left.
Looks like a pickle
It's actually a half-buried beer bottle. I did not check to see if the fluid in it is still beer.
A Poetic Relic
A grainy, low-light, no-flash, iPhone photo. I found this abandoned piece of patio furniture, a loveseat, sitting under a cluster of cedars on a still undeveloped piece of property here in my suburban neighborhood. I saw it and wondered: how did it get here? Did the trees, the brush grow up around it? Perhaps a couple sat in in when it was new and enjoyed the sun. Perhaps many, many times. Now, old, worn, crumbling, here it sits in deep, deep shade, empty and forgotten. Where is that couple now? Is one gone, passed into that undiscovered country, and the other sitting in deep, deep shade, alone and forgotten?
A personal favorite.
I found this broken side mirror while walking on a road near a major thoroughfare. The brokenness spoke to me. Even in this shattered state, it reflects the sky. And even in our own brokenness, we can still reveal beauty.
Student and teacher
In a thick wooded area behind an elementary school, I found this chair. I took a picture. I did not move it at all. This is how I found it. It calls to mind a student and a teacher. The student seated, the teacher full of deep experience.
Can you see this chair? Look closely. This was in a drainage ditch, behind a middle school.
This is possibly the most bizarre mushroom I have ever seen. It sprung up after torrential rains and has grown to look either like a brain or like the beginnings of an atomic bomb explosion. I'm having a difficult time deciding which.