Thursday, April 15, 2010

Suspense...... well suspended

I will venture a guess that when you go bowling, you are used to the ball moving rapidly if not blindingly fast toward the target -- 10 defenseless pins, 60 feet away.   Then the violent smash, snap, clacking frensy that ensues.   There is the more patient way of playing as my two neices Sarah and Rebeka demonstrate here.   "We will knock down no pin before it's time."  Surely patience is a virtue.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Butterfly sucking up

This Painted Lady was having so much fun sucking up nectar (you can see her proboscis, that seems to come from under her jaw) that she let me set up the shot and get well focused.  Nectar will do that to one.
--steve buser

Monday, April 12, 2010


The Azaleas are resplendent this year.  I have been drawn particularly to the white ones.  They are eye popping.  This shot in downtown Beaumont, looking toward the Tyrrel Library, was actually a couple of days late.  A few days before this shot, you could barely see the green leaves of the Azaleas.
--steve buser

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Hush-hued wall

Ivied, dappled wall at Nuvolari's along Monroe Street in Mandeville.  Bister, sienna, henna, sorrel, russet colors mixed in. It has a look of serenity and repose to me.
--steve buser

Friday, April 9, 2010

Flower fest fills the air

The passions of Spring -- the eagerness of motion, the torque that twists us and transports us away from the cold,  motionlessness of winter.   This day lily greets the morning with a flailing zeal: a sister ready to blossom through her bloom.  Each flower has its own story of life and amour. In Spring, their exhilaration builds to a choir of  color singing  a story of vital longing.
--steve buser

Monday, April 5, 2010

What lives?

The goal of this shot was to get out early in the morning and capture sprigs burst forth in the early Spring.  As I was shooting this branch, (there is a sprig on the far right, top) I was caught by the strange things that inhabited this branch while the green leafery took the winter off.  It was a brutal winter (as far as New Orleans winters go), and lots more leaves than usual spun to the ground.  This cypress had quite a few branches such as this that would make a mycologist druel.
--steve buser