May 29, 2021
I have long admired Frank Tenney Johnson's nocturns and for the past couple days I have been trying to capture some of his deep night color vibrancy for a sequence involving a certain bandito and his querida.
Daily Whip Outs:
"Studies for Mexican Moonlight"
Of course, when it comes to raw and subtle lighting, I don't think I've ever have topped this.
Blogging And Bloviating
Here's a ridiculous realization: I have been writing and posting this blog for almost two decades. By my count this is my 6,717th blog post. Believe it or not, I do it mainly because it keeps me loose for the writing I have to do for the magazine and my books. Here's a little slice of life going way back to the beginning, with another dog, who we called Peaches.
December 8, 2002
Went for a walk this morning and Peaches got attacked by two coyotes. We were coming back down the hill by Barros’ and Peaches took off out across the desert to avoid a house where the dogs are rather aggressive. About two minutes later, here comes Peaches back to the road about fifty yards ahead of us, and right on her heels is a big, rangy coyote and another one about ten yards behind. We, of course, started yelling, but they were not deterred and soon Peaches disappeared around a bend in the road with both coyotes in hot pursuit. Kathy took off running and screaming and I guarded the back trail (I was in my slippers, okay?). The noise and the excitement brought out Chuck Van Horn from his horse arena and he and I had the following exchange:
“They’re getting real nasty,” Chuck says, shaking his head.
“Brazen, really,” I say, walking past, hoping he doesn’t notice my fluffy slippers.
Chuck says, “Got any guns down at your house?”
“Yes. A Winchester and a Colt .45.”
“Well, if you need any help...”
“I think we can handle it, but thanks.”
“Maybe they’re riled up because they saw those slippers.”
"Don't look back. Something may be gaining on you."