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Photoblog.

Many years ago, a friend of mine came home with me for christmas holidays, and looking out the window as the airplane approached for landing at SeaTac declared this place to be “the land of giant christmas trees.” It’s true. Forget about 5 or 10 or 40 foot tall evergreens. These trees are more like 100′ feet tall.
Amazing, awesome and humbling all at the same time.
Ok. Now for something a little different. I am experimenting with a photographic processing technique called the orton effect. I’ve never done this before, and am not exactly sure if I’m doing it right, but i’ll give it a shot. I used Gimp to manipulate the image. I think it’s a tad on the overexposed side, but here goes….


I’ve been told that me and my siblings bear a strong family resemblance. But one thing I don’t share with them is a love for jelly beans.
I’m not a fan of jelly beans. Never have been. Every Easter (year after year), when all of us kids would make our way to the easter baskets, they were loaded with jelly beans. But, I always left them in the basket along with that plastic grass.
This week, a friend of my mom’s brought this box of gourmet Jelly Belly jelly beans up to her hospital room. And with the steady stream of visitors, they have been slowly disappearing. Some flavors quicker than the others. Good thing there’s a legend on the box top.
I have to admit that I did break down and try a buttered popcorn flavored jelly bean (2nd row from the bottom, 4th from the right), and it tasted EXACTLY like movie popcorn. Amazing. That ought to do me for a while.

I got a chance to visit with my cousin, Steve, who lives back east but was in the area for a business trip. He and his nephew, Patrick, stopped by the hospital to see mom and then a bunch of us went out to lunch to catch up.
Things are looking good to mom being discharged, maybe Monday or Tuesday, to home instead of to a rehab center. Since I’m staying here at her house, I can help her get around and be here if she needs anything.
This is a shot of the lovely orchid that Steve brought mom.

I’m officially ready to get a DSLR, or big-girl camera, as I like to think of it. I went for a drive around Seabeck this morning and saw lots of birds on the tide flats foraging.
This is my very first picture ever of a bald eagle. I don’t think I’ve even seen many this close.
Along the roadway there were lots of photographers gathered with tripods and lenses as long as my arm. I sidled right up beside them with my little point and shoot.
This shot is maxed out on my D10’s 12x digital zoom, so it’s grainy. I can only imagine how nice some of these shots could have been with a different camera.

Mom is doing really well. They are still not letting her eat/drink anything other than clear liquids – going on 72 hours now (!)
I had a full calendar of meetings today but went up after work, eastern time, and visited with her. Just as I got up there the nurses came in to change the location of her IV. After 2 attempts by the student nurse (grr) and 1 attempt by the real nurse (Grr), they gave up and said they’d need to call someone else in. After 3 hours of waiting (GRRR) someone came in and inserted the IV and plugged her back into her saline, antibiotic meds and pain medicine pump-thingie. She didn’t seem bothered by it, but I sure was.
I’ve extended my stay through next week. Tonight I’m going to stay at Noreen’s house. I caught some nice glimpses of the Olympics in the usual places on my drive to Seabeck.