Five Days. Four Flats. One Portrait.

Five Days. Four Flats. One Portrait.

Tire repairman in his shop There is bad news, then good news, then bad news. Then a portrait.

The first bad news is four flat tires in five days. I don’t know what the odds could be for such a set of events, but they are probably more than winning the lightning or winning the lottery. Neither of which I’ve done and only one of which I’d wish on myself.

The first two were the left front deflated with a small finishing nail.

The second was the spare. Partially inflated but not enough to support driving to the garage to have the first repaired.

The good news is that both flats happened in my garage making all aspects less dangerous and the problems more easily solved than being on a roadway with no spare.

Soon repaired, we were on the road for a day’s worth of travel.

Next morning. Same left front tire. Flat. Again in the garage. Spare is properly inflated so the soon repaired tire now has two plugs, the second puncture from a glass shard.

Tire repairman in his shop Two days later at the end of the day just before sunset while unloading my gear from the car after a day of travel I hear a high pressure hissing sound reverberating through the garage. I step away from the car to better determine where the sound is coming from to see a larger than a tennis ball sized bubble expanding on the sidewall of the right rear tire. The leak is slow enough that I can get my wife from upstairs to witness the fourth flat in five days. All in the garage while the car is sitting still.

That’s the good news. Everyone was safe and changing tires in the garage.

Then bad news was the tire needed to be replaced which brings me to the portrait of  the tire repairman.

Shot it with a D300 and an 85mm f1.8 lens as he stood in the open doorway of the repair shop after replacing my tire. I also shot him with the Hipstamtic Tintype app.

Palm Sunday in Hipstamatic Tintype glory

Palm Sunday in Hipstamatic Tintype glory

Palm Sunday

Palm Sunday at St. Paul

Today was Palm Sunday. It begins Holy week in the church. We missed the early Mass because we overslept waking up five minutes after our normal departure time.

I had forgotten that this Mass has lengthy readings covering nearly a week’s set of events and was slightly confused to arrive for Mass with a full parking lot. Not having attended the later Mass in many years I wasn’t sure if we were arriving to an already full church filled to overflowing with the faithful and a full parking lot with only scattered empty spots remaining.

The truth was that the readings kept the earlier Mass longer than normal, and now the fire lanes were filled with cars waiting until the departure of the previous celebrants.

We eventually parked close to the church filling a space emptied by someone leaving immediately after communion and bearing their selection of yellow and green palm fronds. Thank you for the hurried departure.

My Final Photo for the day is an iPhone Hipstamatic Tintype photo of a parishioner praying the rosary while holding palm fronds.

Palm Sunday in Hipstamatic Tintype glory

Palm Sunday in Hipstamatic Tintype glory

Palm Sunday

Palm Sunday at St. Paul

Today was Palm Sunday. It begins Holy week in the church. We missed the early Mass because we overslept waking up five minutes after our normal departure time.

I had forgotten that this Mass has lengthy readings covering nearly a week’s set of events and was slightly confused to arrive for Mass with a full parking lot. Not having attended the later Mass in many years I wasn’t sure if we were arriving to an already full church filled to overflowing with the faithful and a full parking lot with only scattered empty spots remaining.

The truth was that the readings kept the earlier Mass longer than normal, and now the fire lanes were filled with cars waiting until the departure of the previous celebrants.

We eventually parked close to the church filling a space emptied by someone leaving immediately after communion and bearing their selection of yellow and green palm fronds. Thank you for the hurried departure.

My Final Photo for the day is an iPhone Hipstamatic Tintype photo of a parishioner praying the rosary while holding palm fronds.

Perhaps a last Spring at the Cooper Road farm

Perhaps a last Spring at the Cooper Road farm

Cooper Road Farm implements It’s been some time since I spent time at the Cooper Road farm. With today’s weather being relatively pleasant, sunny, and clear, I thought it time to add to the photo collection. Also, it might work out that Sunday will offer a contrasting photo as the weather forecast has the possibility of several inches of snow.

Development plans for most of the farmland behind the barn also means this may be the last year the acreage is farmed. Next use may be a senior retirement facility and other businesses. I’ve always known that was a possibility but the development company has made several proposals to the planning commission and I’m sure one will be approved.

Otterbein University purchased most of the remaining land on the other side of Cooper Road although it has not yet announced what the fields may be used for.

Spent about 30 minutes wandering the fields, especially the bee hives along the front of the property and the farm implements lying still in an open field.

Shot with several lenses but chose this iPhone photo shot with the 6×6 app and processed with TiltShiftGen, and Camera+.

 

Portrait after dinner and before the road trip

Portrait after dinner and before the road trip

Owen Wheeler Ryan Stansifer after dinner One of my favorite subjects is the nearest and the most agreeable grandchild. That was Owen’s task tonight after a fish dinner at St. Paul, and before he left on a road trip with his dad to Florida for Spring Break.

There wasn’t much time as they were on a tight schedule with a planned stop in North Carolina for an overnight stay with Owen’s uncle Dan and another brief stop in Gainesville, FL before heading to the beach condo.

Truth be know, I was envious. A week on the road stopping to see family, eating at Sonny’s in Gainesville, and then a week at the beach.

However, I didn’t let that distract me from the job at hand, getting a fresh photo of Owen before he left on the trip. Added the 85mm f1.8 lens to the bag and hoped the light would cooperate and  backgrounds wouldn’t be too distracting.

Not my best work but more than enough to keep his grandmother happy.

Wouldn’t have been possible without the narrow depth of field of the 85mm f1.8 lens and my daughter’s arm used as an extended lens shade to cut the glare.