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The 2018 Backlog Endeth

Before I get too much into the end of the 2018 Backlog, I do want to talk about Advent. On Wednesday we finished our Advent candle services for the Youth Group. The proudest moment of that was when Emily actually remember what Advent means! I was pretty pumped, let me tell you.

This Sunday, Mom, Logan, and I lit the Advent Candles during the first service at church. Today is the second Sunday of Advent and I forgot that because I missed the first Sunday of Advent when I went to Manhattan, Kansas last Sunday.

I thought (lest you forget that this is a Christian website) we could have our own little advent service here. I could just lift the reading straight from what the readers at my church read. We will have to do two candles this Sunday because I slacked off last week.

THE FIRST SUNDAY OF ADVENT

One: Advent calls us to prepare our hearts for the coming of Christ.
All around us people prepare for parties, dinners and presents.
These events could distract us from the real reason for our anticipation.
On the other hand, they also could prepare us;
they could be the voice crying in a wilderness of materialism:
“Prepare the way for the coming of what is really important.”

All: Rather than get lost in the wilderness of distractions,
we will let the music and the lights make us sensitive
to the voice that is even now calling our name.
We will listen for the Word in the words and even in the noise.

One: A reading from the Prophet Isaiah, Chapter 40, verses 1-5,9.
Comfort, O comfort my people, says your God. Speak tenderly to Jerusalem, and cry to her that she has served her term, that her penalty is paid, that she has received from the Lord’s hand double for all her sins.
A voice cries out: “In the wilderness prepare the way of the LORD, make straight in the desert a highway for our God. Every valley shall be lifted up, and every mountain and hill be made low; the uneven ground shall become level, and the rough places a plain. Then the glory of the LORD shall be revealed, and all people shall see it together, for the mouth of the LORD has spoken.” Get you up to a high mountain, O Zion, herald of good tidings; lift up your voice with strength, O Jerusalem, herald of good tidings, lift it up, do not fear; say to the cities of Judah, “Here is your God!”

Please join me:

All: In this season of hustle and bustle
we are tempted to get frantic and join the panic
to shop our way into the holiday spirit.
In this moment, we resist that temptation
and choose instead to be at peace
with who we are and where we are on this path.
We will let this time prepare us,
and we will hear God’s call
to be those who prepare the world.

One: On this first Sunday of Advent
we choose to be a peaceful presence
in this midst of a frantic season.
So, today, we light the first candle
as an act of preparation and call it Peace.


Hope


THE SECOND SUNDAY OF ADVENT

One: As our days grow shorter and our nights longer,
we who are people of faith turn to symbols
such as candles, evergreens and wreaths
to proclaim our belief in the unquenchable light.
In hopeful anticipation,
we prepare for the coming of the Reign of God.
Listen for the Word in the words of the prophet
for the second Sunday of this new church year:

All: We open our hearts to the Word in the words.

One: A reading from the Prophet Isaiah, Chapter 64, verses 1, 7- 9.
O that you would tear open the heavens and come down, so that the mountains would quake at your presence. There is no one who calls on your name, or attempts to take hold of you; for you have hidden your face from us, and have delivered us into the hand of our iniquity. Yet, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand. Do not be exceedingly angry, O Lord, and do not remember iniquity forever. Now consider, we are all your people.

Please join me:

All: As we begin our journey to the light,
we confess that our lives have not always been lived
in ways pleasing to God.
Our shame has left us feeling distant from
the One who is both Mother and Father to us all,
the One in whose hands we are like clay.
Yet even now,
our longing for the One
who tears open the heavens and comes down
kindles like a fire in our soul.
Even now as we wait, we dare to hope.

One: We who are pregnant with anticipation
feel hope rise up within us.
And so we light this second candle
and name it Hope.


Peace

Yes, I know the candles are lit out of order.

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A special Sunday post to celebrate the end of the 2018 backlog. From now on “An Artist’s Notebook” will live more in the here and now, however, it should be pointed out that there is quite the 2019 backlog, but I can probably hammer that out in another 9 months or so…


Backlog Endeth

Backlog Endeth

Backlog Endeth

Poinsettia
Focus Stacked Image

Backlog Endeth

Backlog Endeth

Backlog Endeth

Backlog Endeth

Backlog Endeth

Backlog Endeth

Believe it or not, some of the Naima pictures weren’t taken at Dickcissel. They were taken at the Jay Carlson Wildlife Area. I don’t take Naima there very often because it just isn’t setup very well for her.

The 2018 Backlog is dead! Long live the 2019 Backlog!

Believe in Tomorrow

From the 2018 backlog. I took these flower pictures in September of last year. It seems a crime that it took me over 12 months to publish them. However, if I ever get caught up on my backlog, I plan on keeping this blog more of an up to date thing. But we’ll see how that goes.


Mum

Zinnia

Zinnia

Zinnia

Zinnia

Zinnia

Gazania

Almost down to single digit folders in the 2018 backlog, but a couple of them are massive folders.

A Proud Assertion

Hitting up that 2018 backlog again. This is a collection of flower pictures I took in mid-August of 2018. Mostly sunflowers. A few of God’s other creatures sprinkled in for fun as well.


Sunflower

Sunflower

Sunflower

Sunflower

Sunflower

Yellow Flower

Yellow Flower

Yellow Flower

Drop

Hollyhock

Goldfinch

Would you believe that I am almost done with pictures from August of 2018? Well, it is true…

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This is your reminder that the theme for this week’s WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE is STILL LIFE:


WEEK 214 - STILL LIFE
STILL LIFE

A reminder that STILL LIFE photography is “used for the depiction of inanimate subject matter, typically a small group of objects.”

Happy photo harvesting!

In Earth and Manure

Going back to the 2018 backlog again. After this post, all of the July pictures have been edited and those that I have deemed worthy have been posted.

I probably have about 15 folders of images to go through and figure out to get the 2018 backlog officially hammered out.

These pictures are of hollyhocks and lilies from my backyard. A picture of a sunflower thrown in to boot:


Lily

Lily

Sunflower

Hollyhock

Hollyhock

Hollyhock

Hollyhock

Hollyhock

Hollyhock

Hollyhock

Hollyhock

Hollyhock

Hollyhock

Hollyhock

Hollyhock

Hollyhock

Hollyhock

Hollyhock

Quite a few pictures in here that I really like. Possibly a 2020 Photography 139 Calendar image in there somewhere.

Flower of the Sun

Once again, hitting up the 2018 backlog. There aren’t many pictures in today’s collection just a sunflower picture and a few pictures taken out at good old Dickcissel!


Sunflower

Dickcissel Flowers

Dickcissel Flowers

Dickcissel Flowers

Naima at Dickcissel Park

Naima at Dickcissel Park

Probably keep hammering on this 2018 backlog again next week!

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This is your reminder that this week’s WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE theme is LOW PERSPECTIVE:


WEEK 213 - LOW PERSPECTIVE
LOW PERSPECTIVE

A LOW PERSPECTIVE picture is a picture that looks up at its subject OR that is taken from a perspective that is below normal human eye level. I believe average human eye level is about 6 foot 3.

Happy photo harvesting!

WPC – WEEK 212 – FRAMED

FRAMED was a popular enough theme that it crawled into double digit submission territory for the second straight week. I know that conceptually it is one of the harder themes, but we did it people!

But you didn’t come here to listen to me talk all tommyrot about participation rates, you came to see the submissions!


WEEK 212 - FRAMED - LOGAN KAHLER
Logan Kahler

WEEK 212 - FRAMED - ANDY SHARP
Andy Sharp

WEEK 212 - FRAMED - CARLA STENSLAND
Carla Stensland

WEEK 212 - FRAMED - MICKY AUGUSTIN
Micky Augustin

WEEK 212 - FRAMED - TAMARA PETERSON
Tamara Peterson

WEEK 212 - FRAMED - SHANNON BARDOLE-FOLEY
Shannon Bardole-Foley

WEEK 212 - FRAMED - CARLA STENSLAND
Carla Stensland

WEEK 212 - FRAMED - ANGIE DEWAARD
Angie DeWaard

WEEK 212 - FRAMED - CHRISTOPHER D. BENNETT
Christopher D. Bennett

WEEK 212 - FRAMED - KIM BARKER
Kim Barker

But enough dwelling on the past. Time to look to the future. We are all interested in the future, for that is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives. And remember my friend, future events such as these will affect you in the future! This week’s theme:


WEEK 213 - LOW PERSPECTIVE
LOW PERSPECTIVE

LOW PERSPECTIVE! What a great theme! But what is a LOW PERSPECTIVE photograph. A LOW PERSPECTIVE photo is a photo where you are either shooting up at your subject OR where you are getting low to the ground. The example picture is both. It is a picture of the underneath side of a rhubarb leaf.

I look forward to seeing your interpretations.

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HOUSEKEEPING


A MESSAGE FROM THE PHOTOGRAPHY 139 RULES DIVISION

The picture has to be taken the week of the theme. This isn’t a curate your pictures challenge. This is a get your butt off the couch (my personal experience) and put your camera in your hands challenge. Don’t send me a picture of you next to the Eiffel Tower, when I know you were in Iowa all week. I will point out that I have let that slide some in the past. I will not in the future. Since it is literally about the only rule.

Your submission needs to be emailed to bennett@photography139.com by 11 AM on the Monday of the challenge due date.

OR

I now allow people to text me their submissions. In the past, I had made exceptions for a couple people that aren’t real computer savvy, even though it was an inconvenience for me and required at least 3 extra steps for me. I am now lifting that embargo because I have a streamline way of uploading photos. I’m not giving out my phone number, but if you have it, you can text me.

It should be pointed out that this blog auto-publishes at 12:01 on Mondays. So it wouldn’t hurt to get your picture in earlier.

That is it, them’s the rules.

A MESSAGE FROM THE PHOTOGRAPHY 139 SHAMELESS SELF-PROMOTION DIVISION

Nobody showed class, taste, and sophistication this week by signing up for a Photography 139 email subscription. I’ll try and do better next week.

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That’s all I got for today, so if the good Lord’s willin’ and the creek don’t rise, we will commune right here again next Monday. Hopefully it will be a very low Monday!

Just Put Down “Cause Unknown”

I would be remiss if I didn’t start by pointing out today is the anniversary of 9/11. It has been 18 years since terrorists hijacked 4 airplanes and murdered over 3,000 people in senseless acts of violence.

The United States went to war shortly thereafter, and we have been at war in one country or another constantly since then. On that day an unsuccessful real estate magnate and trust fund baby went on television and incorrectly bragged that his building was “now the tallest building in New York City”.

I’m not a trust fund baby, a serial liar, or a sociopath so I spent most of that day working at the Campustown Outpost of the Evil Clown Empire. I wasn’t the store manager yet. I would call myself the virtual store manager. I had pretty much all the responsibilities of a store manager, but none of the pay. The store manager was technically a guy named Mike Booth. He only worked part-time.

I was the 8-4 manager on that day. That meant that I spent the morning balancing all the books from the previous day and putting out whatever fires had happened in the morning. The fires I was putting out that morning were inventory related. We were short a ton of product and I spent my morning calling around to the other Evil Clown Empire outposts trying to find products to get us through until the truck arrived.

Driving around and getting stock from other stores was one of the few parts of the job I enjoyed. It got me out of the store. Sometimes, that was more than enough.

Back then, I listened to Lazer 103.3. This was a radio station that played a brand of music I would describe as “I’m-So-Angry-I’m-A-White-Male-So-I-Was-Born-with-a-Certain-Amount-of-Privilege-But-I’m-Still-So-Angry-Because-I-Have-No-Understanding-of-Systematic-Oppression”. Sometimes it is called hard rock. The bands that were putting out Angry White Male Music back then were particularly dreadful, but I listened to plenty of them back then I suppose. I was a White Male, with certain pockets of suppressed anger, I’m sure. I’m not a psychiatrist. I just can’t think of another excuse for why I owned a Godsmack CD.

On 103.3 in the mornings was a show called Mancow’s Morning Madhouse. When I reflect upon it, it was incredibly inane. I once remember hearing that people want irreverence on the radio in the morning. I’m sure Mancow offered plenty of irreverence and on the rare occasions, just enough clever to keep me tuning in.

When the first plane hit I was driving around Ames with a car full of McDonald’s products. On the radio they reported that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. They joked about it. They had no clue about the seriousness of what happened. None of us did.

The image that called up was of a small one engine plane where the pilot had mistakenly slammed into the World Trade Center. A plane had done that recently to the Empire State Building.

Mancow and his cast of characters described the visual as similar to a cartoon, where a cartoon runs through a wall and their body leaves an outline in the wall. I’ll never forget that comparison.

When I got back to Campus, almost everybody was in the lobby staring at the televisions. We had 3 televisions in the lobby. When I saw the visual, I realized that the Mancow characterization wasn’t accurate. Whatever hit the World Trade Center wasn’t a single engine plane. It was something considerably larger.

I still had no real conception at what was happening. I dropped off the products. While I was doing that, the second plane hit the second tower. I remember people freaking out that watched it live on our lobby televisions.

Things had changed now. Now I knew that this wasn’t some freak accident. This was on purpose. However, I still had a job to do. I got back in my car and went to the next store to collect more products to bring back.

It was about the time I returned to Campus that the second tower collapsed. I was still listening to Mancow. I honestly wasn’t sure if it was a joke. Mancow was known for their pranks, and their pranks were often truly tasteless. They screamed when the tower fell. Their reactions seemed genuine, but I turned to a different radio station to confirm. I didn’t really believe it was happening. Unfortunately, the other radio station confirmed that it was true.

We were living in a new world now.

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One of the few things that can bring my spirits up is looking at cute animals. I reached into the 2018 backlog and found some macros of the cutest little guy.


Spider!

Spider!

Spider!

Spider!

Spider!

Spider!

Spider!

Spider!

Spider!

It always feel good to knock another piece of the backlog off.