Black & White Scans.2

Resurrecting neglected film can be fun. These black & whites emerged in negative form from a dusty shelf in the old office.

Parisian Parking Ticket

Icelandic Stairwell

Early morning fog, Vebron, France

B&W Sweetheart

Started scanning b&w film today. Here is my sweetheart amidst a cluster of rock outcroppings in Parc Nationale de Cevennes, France, circa 1995. 

Cell Phone Hallelujah

I found my cell phone in the front pocket of my blue jeans; right where it belonged. Unfortunately, the jeans had just gone through the washer-dryer cycle and the phone was still burning hot.

"For crying out loud!"  I was scheduled to leave town the next day. So when the phone cooled down a bit I tested it and placed a long distance call to my brother, Gregory. He answered. We talked for awhile on the warm cell phone. "How lucky", I thought, "it works."

Then I tried a few other numbers but the phone freaked out, dialing numbers and ** ##! crazy symbols that I never touched.

I disassembled the phone and left it on the bureau when I left town. Meanwhile, my everloving mate, Pam, heard about an old techie trick on National Public Radio. She filled a quart jar with uncooked rice and my cell phone. And there it sat for four days.

When I removed the phone from the rice jar I noticed that the edges of the screen had cleared up. I tried the phone. It works today!!! Hallelujah!

Morning Has Broken

Morning has broken. Sun light skims the top of the roof to make shadows on our Hundred Year Oak outside the bedroom window. A great view to begin the day.

Atlanta Fresco

On Saturday evening I flew to Ohio to visit my daughter, Cindy. The scene below revealed itself as the plane left Atlanta. I cooked the image in Photoshop with a Fresco filter. Tastes good to me.

Friend Kristy made us a lunch; whole grain bread, mayonaise, big ugly tomatoes, chives and cheddar cheese. Broiled, of course.

Delicious textures, delicious taste.

Cindy bought red and orange peppers at ten for a dollar. I trimmed them for a stuffed pepper birthday dinner and found this little bird inside a red pepper.

Next week I will revisit Sarasota's public sculptures.