I dabbled with Gentle Giant's old Nikon D2h for some macro. Since it has only four megapixels, I thought of it as an important exercise in approaching closely my subjects, in the spirit of non cropping. Today my subjects, grasshoppers, mayflies, and a praying mantis, seemed cooperative, seemingly feeling unthreatened by my 105mm lens close to their noses.
I saw, too, a turkey feather on the grass, and my first Monarch butterfly.
I took these images with the Nikon Coolpix S8000. The grasshoppers and crickets seemed baffled, or stunned, rather, petrified, by the Coolpix, for they allowed me to place it on the ground close to them.
Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods. Let us go then, you and I like two etherized patients floating through life, together feeling prufrockian. DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up. One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers. I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain. Throw chinese coins for the I Ching. Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil. Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns. Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya. Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.