November 2014 Calendar

November . . . holy crap on a cracker! 

How did we ever get this far? Eleven months into the year, Thanksgiving around the corner, Christmas already in the air (or at least in stores windows), and we have not even voted in our next group of idiots (some idiots will, sadly, retain their seats).

Wouldn’t it be nice if every month were National Recall a Politician Month? It doesn’t matter who, they are all near worthless, and I think monthly recalls would keep them on their toes.

I think the American People need to reinstitute that venerable tradition of tarring and feathering, and getting rid of someone by having them ride the rail.

Ah, the good-ole-days . . . but no, we’re going to elect, or re-elect, corrupt, self-serving, already bought-and-paid for spineless scum to lord over us, and call it Democracy.

And, in case you want to count down the days, here’s this month’s calendar.

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Right-Hand Click anywhere on the pictures, and Choose “Save Link As . . . “.

Note that clicking “Save Image” will download the resampled image (640×954, 72dpi) WordPress created for the post. Suitable for viewing on the screen, but not suitable for printing.

Save link as” downloads the native size of 11×17, 300dpi, but can be printed smaller. Printing larger may have mixed results depending on how knowledgeable you are.

Of course, saving is not required . . . one can just ignore the post.  If you are adventuresome, and it does not work, let me know, and I’ll try to fix whatever WordPress screwed up.  

Disclaimers:  I do not guarantee accuracy of the calendar. My general understanding of time is limited to it being (mostly) an arbitrary demarcation of the unidirectional flow of existence. Many instances in my life have demonstrated to me the disconnect between any hard measure of intervals of time, and the perception of said time intervals.

It’s NaNoWriMo kick-off time! I can’t wait to see what I am going to write. I hope it is good (although that is not a requisite of NaNoWriMo), or at least readable (also not a requisite), and at least 50,000 words (that one is a requisite).

I should write something here so grandiose, so spellbinding, so incredibly motivating that my soulless hulk will soar to incredibly creative heights, my imagination spark plots and dialogue so bright as to bathe readers with the light of utter contentment . . . oh, I know; you go, guy!  

Remember, you don’t have to use the calendar portion . . .  you can cut out the bottom part, and you have a picture to hang on your wall.

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Astute persons might have noticed these doodles, and correctly surmised they hold some significance for me, and perhaps for humanity at large.  

If you click on the doodle, and nothing happens, this is the link it’s supposed to go to: http://disperser.wordpress.com/2011/12/26/palm-vx-and-i/.  

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Halloween 2014

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Despite my plans to get a jump of my Halloween writing, I’ve left it until the last moment.

Same for the photo; not up to my usual self-imposed standard, but it will do . . . rather, it will have to do.

First, let me start with my Twitterween (yes, I made that up . . . ain’t it clever?) flash stories. 

This is one I did not use; I wrote it, then erased it, but I share it here.

The blade cut and cut, finally resting on bare bone. “Next year, you carve the turkey,” she said, wiping sweat from her brow.

See, it felt more like a Thanksgiving story, and I don’t recall Thanksgiving have a long tradition of horror . . . although it depends on the family one is hanging with. Regardless, not Halloween.

This is the response I offered in response to a Tweet asking why ghost don’t haunt everyday items like spoons and stuff.

In need, she reached behind her, but met only cold steel. “Damn it,” she yelled at the ghost haunting her, “quit taking the toilet paper!”

Non-Twitter people might not realize these stories have to keep to the 140-character limit of Twitter. It makes it a bit of a challenge to elicit horror, and doubly hard to come up with a twist ending in such limited medium. I am, after all, all about the twist ending.

Here’s two that have no twist ending, sort of.

Too late he realized the shadow was no shadow.

She woke to a soothing caress . . . and remembered she lived alone.

I should have used ‘tender’ as opposed to ‘soothing’.

Despite all the warnings, she had invited them in. There was no escape for her now; the Jehovah Witnesses were just starting their spiel.

Her clothes in tatters, she looked at her very own demon from hell. “I really do need a new washing machine,” she thought.

Yeah, I know . . . not that good. I admitted as such on Twitter (not that anyone was reading them, anyway), and they get posted on FaceBook, as well, so I will suffer twice the indifference!

These next two were, in my opinion, the best.

She ran, the beast’s nails clicking on the pavement as it chased her. “I can’t take in another lost puppy,” she thought, picking up speed.

Everywhere she turned, in every room, eyes followed her every move. Oh, how she hated art museums.

Eh . . . perhaps I should have passed this year, like I did last year.

Also, since I said I would, I did write a short story. Not as clever as a few years ago, and probably not as compelling. Certainly nowhere near as great as THIS STORY

I just finished writing mine five minutes ago, and I’m letting it ‘simmer’ for a few minutes before posting it, you know, in case it’s not perfect, and I need to catch an error or two. However, be forewarned . . . I can’t guarantee that a few errors won’t sneak through.

Purpose

Copyright E. J. D’Alise 2014

“Don’t worry,” Jane said, “I’ll be fine. Come back in the morning.”

The Miller family’s token expression of concern was replaced with one of hope as they closed the door.

Jane looked around. She had screened their story, and especially liked they had not contacted some phony money-grubbing medium or attention-hungry ghost busters.

The Millers had lived with the haunting for two years, beginning with small events, and building to things with potentially more dangerous ramifications, such as the flame on the stove blowing out last week. Luckily, they had smelled the escaping gas, and had closed the valve.

They had done their research, reaching out to other people suffering from sometime mischievous, sometimes dangerous spirits, and Jane had consistently came up as achieving results. As a bonus, she did not charge anything. They had called her last week.

She opened her bag, and pulled out her dinner, not liking to mooch from her hosts. Plus, as a true ghost hunter, she trusted only what she made for herself.

She sat at the kitchen table, and started eating just as the sun set, the last rays casting a blood-red tint on the clouds and, in turn, her surroundings. It felt cozy.

She was half-dozing on the sofa when she heard it. She glanced at the clock on the wall. Just before the hands started spinning in opposite directions, it marked 10:37 pm.

She did not move, waiting for the next thing to happen. The dishes were next, starting with a slight rattle, and growing to a significant fracas. It lasted maybe 30 seconds before abruptly stopping.

Next, she watched footprints appear on the wood floor, as if left by someone’s wet feet. The prints changed to indentations when they stepped onto the carpet, continuing toward her.

She watched as they circled around the sofa, going behind her. Jane did not stir or look back.

The next thing impressed her . . . spirits could not usually affect material things to a significant degree. This one was powerful. The opposite end of the sofa lifted a few inches before coming back down with a thud.

Jane yawned.

She felt a coldness about her, but especially off her right shoulder.

Got you,” she thought!

A gray mist separated from Jane, and in an instant formed into a smoky figure whose arm lashed out and grasped something as yet invisible. At the moment of contact, it coalesced into a rough figure, masculine, and struggling to escape the grip.

She waited until it stopped.

“Can we talk?” She could ‘think at’ the spirit, but preferred going the speech route.

“Who are you? What are you?” The thought came to her mind as if a whisper.

“My name is Jane, and that is Duurien, Aide to The Prime, holding you.”

“That means nothing to me.”

Jane started into her prepared speech.

“Fair enough. Think of a loose assemblage of afterlife domains, all for eons left to themselves. Then, think of The Prime as someone who decided to clean them up, consolidate them, get them all under a unified rule.”

“Okay . . . “

“So, that done, now think of a number of lone wolves, so to speak, roaming around in the realm of the living. Unruly, unfocused, such as yourself.”

“Okaaay . . . “

“Well, we can’t have that, can we? So, here’s the deal. You can either come with us and join one of the afterlife realms, or you can join the Reckoning Brigade.”

“The Reckoning Brigade?”

“Yes . . . you see, The Prime ousted the, ah, previous leader, and decided we should have a more focused purpose.” Duurien ‘let go’ of the spirit who, now curious, remained visible and in place.

“As you might know, every year there are many, many murders of innocent people.”

The spirit glowed; he too had been murdered, years ago, not far from this very house. He held no resentment to the family living here now, but his unfocused anger often manifested into releases of energy that rattled real-world items. Eventually, he got to like this release and the reaction it provoked; it was his only remaining contact with the physical world.

“Your killer is already gone, and is being . . . dealt with; but, there are many killers out there still living, still killing, and their victims are lost, alone, and suffering, not knowing what to do.”

Jane flashed back to her own wanderings before she had been ‘found’. She would now be a mess, her life forever entwined to fear and guilt. Fear of it happening again, and guilt for having survived where so many had not.

Duurien, on behalf of The Prime, had offered her a purpose, protection, and most of all, the chance to help others; not only in this life, but also in the next, if need be.

“You could guide them, train them,” Jane continued, “offer them a purpose.”

“A purpose?”

“Yes; you can help train them to haunt their killers, perhaps hastening their travel to, ahem, the other side, where we’ll deal with them.”

The spirit floated silent and confused.

Jane understood. Spirits did not, as a rule, think, contemplate the future, or do much of anything, really, beyond try to exist in the present. It took effort, and more important, a purpose, to push the idea of “future” on spirits facing nondescript eternity.

“Many of them are kids . . . “ Jane let the sentence hang.

The spirit suddenly seemed more substantial, better defined. The voice that came into her head was strong, no longer unsure.

“I will teach them.”

Jane rose. She will be getting home early, perhaps even have a nice sleep before the long drive to her next haunted house.

The Miller family, too, will finally also get a good night sleep.

The End

Meh! It’s too late to write something else. This is gonna go live. 

However, wouldn’t it be nice of victims could, indeed, haunt their killers? Alas, there is no afterlife, spirits and ghost figments of our own imagination. 

Have a safe Halloween, and hope that Zombies and Vampires didn’t wait until tonight to make their move. Before we would realize they were among us, we’d be overrun.

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Naked Aspens in Black and White

It’s been a while since I posted some Black & White photographs. No reason for the absence other than it slips my mind as I process most photos.

Perhaps If I only saw in B&W . . . but even then, I would be posting photos I would think are in B&W, but would actually be in color.

Regardless, not important . . . what’s important is that many of my readers like B&W photographs. Others don’t care for it, but to them I say: go back one post. 

By the way, for them who did not read the last post . . . these are all from my phone, and there is no corresponding SmugMug gallery. One can, however, click on the photos to have it open up in a separate window or tab in a larger format.

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So, what we have here is me going to the onOne Suite Perfect B&W and picking processes at random. Some, like the above, are my own tweaks. 

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Others, like these next two, are presets that come with the program.

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This next one is also a preset, and one I thought worked particularly well with the grass photo (not that I planned it; I just picked presets randomly from both the canned sets and from the many I had saved).

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There are some ‘older’ presets as well . . . 

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Any of the following photos that have a border treatment are settings I have saved because I liked them for some photo or other that has long since passed from memory (but likely lives somewhere on the blog). Those without a border are presets as received.

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Astute readers might have noted these are the same photos, in the same order, as the last post. 

I did not plan a specific presentation per se; just jumped around clicking at presets as each photo loaded (interactive batch processing).

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I like most of these treatments, but then aspens are well suited to B&W processing. The cloudless blue sky helps; I think dramatic clouds would have just muddled the presentation.

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Then again, the simplicity of the subject (blue background, whitish subject) sometimes offer little distinction between presets. For instance, if two presets are geared to affecting red hues in different ways, they won’t show up too different here as there is almost zero red in these photos.

Anyway, I thought I’d offer these up for them who might like this alternate processing.

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Naked Aspens

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While one stubborn aspen in the back yard is holding on to its leaves, the ones in front have shed theirs, and I’ve already mulched them. This afternoon, as the setting sun lit them up, I had the idea to take my phone (Samsung Note II), and take a few photos ‘looking up’, as it were. 

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These trees are about 30 feet tall, and perhaps a bit more. These photos are taken with the phone held flat, sometimes resting against the trunk, and me saying “shoot!” (yes, the phone camera can be voice activated).

These next two are from runners from these tall trees. Aspens propagate via runners. I used to cut them down when they sprung up in the yard, but now I’m letting them grow, the thinking being I’ll have a nice little grove, and I can get rid of some lawn.

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These are about 8 feet tall, and three years old. 

While I was there, I put the phone on the ground to snap a few photos of the ornamental grass I have next to the aspens.

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The grass is maybe a foot and a half in height.

I snapped a few more of the younger aspens; it’s a clump of three in one of my flowerbeds . . . 

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This next tree is not an aspen; I don’t remember its name, but it’s the same tree that was showcased a few posts back, the one with the copper-like leaves. It’s about 20 feet tall.

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After the above shots, I went in to look at the photos, but I then decided to head out again and use Camera Awesome (the SmugMug app) in HDR mode.

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This is actually three fairly big aspens trunks very close together. I had never noticed the interference shown in the first photo . . . one of the branches and one of the trunks appear to be cutting into each other.

Also, aspens get hurt rather easily. The big ugly mass in the last photo is a branch that is oozing sap from some damage. That particular branch is not doing very well. 

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You can see a few other places where sap is running out, with the corresponding branch either dead or dying.

Aspens don’t have a long life, but as organisms they are very prolific. I have a small grove of about 8 or 9 shoots just from this one tree, and while less than a year old, they are already as tall as me. Two more runners are a few years old and are growing in the rocks between my yard and the road. 

Some of the photos above are from the plant on the other side of my drive, and the smaller aspens above are runners from that tree, as well as another two fairly tall runners that are about 3 years old in one of the other flowerbeds.

In the back yard I’m getting a lot of runners from my neighbor’s aspens. Some might recall I had to move the Tree Swallows nest because of some fast-growing runners. I probably have another 10-12 aspens growing in the back.

The ones in front and the ones in back are not the same kind. The ones in back are growing faster and with fever branches, plus they are shooting almost straight up. The ones in front bush out a bit more, with more forks and less of a defined main trunk.

Well, enough aspen stuff . . . here’s another few pictures, and this post is done and ready to go live in the morning.

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The Aspens Are Coming

Here’s two preview photos of what’s coming up. Mind you, these are just for this teaser, processed on the phone using Snapseed and Pixlr Express.

The photos on the full post will be processed in Light room and onOne, but for now . . .

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Okely Dokely . . . good night.

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Still Hanging On

By the weekend we’ll be entering November.

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That was taken on the 27th of October – yup; flowers in the pots I have. I went outside to snap what are likely to be the last flowers photos of the season. It’s supposed to drop down to 25 Fº overnight for the next few nights, and I expect I will lose the remaining flowers.

Actually, I went out because of this . . .

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Those were taken with the camera phone, but I also went out with the 105mm macro and my newly aquired cheap-but-works-well-enough ring light, and got these shots.

Fall colors,

Fall colors,

Fall colors,

Fall colors,

Fall colors,

Is that . . . why, Bob, yes it is; snow.

Or something as close to snow as I cared for it to be. The photos are OK, but I shot them while squatting in front of this group of plants that are growing at the edge of the patio, next to the bird bath. With the wind blowing, temperature at 30° F, and me wearing a short sleeved t-shirt (of course, it was not that cold or windy when I walked out).

My original thought was to go out there with a tripod, but the weather changed very rapidly, and I grabbed the camera and ran out, fearing the leaves would be gone the next time I had a chance to snap a picture.

Of course, while out there, I snapped a few photos of the flowers, as well.

But let’s back up a moment . . .

A day before these photos, I stood on my deck, also in a short-sleeved t-shirt (and shorts) trying to catch one of the doves taking off.

I nearly had this one . . . stupid camera focused on the closer subject, instead.

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I did catch it after it landed on the nearby tree . . .

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Of course, it wasn’t going to move from there while I sat watching, so I passed the time photographing a few of the remaining leaves still on the trees.

Birds, Fall colors,

It was windy that day as well, although much warmer.

Most of the aspens are bare, except for one tree in back that stubbornly held on to its leaves. The wind whipped them about pretty good, but I was shooting at 1/3,200 second shutter speed with my 80-400mm lens . . .

Still pretty colorful . . .

Still pretty colorful . . .

. . . although some looked slightly worse for the wear.

. . . although some looked slightly worse for the wear.

Let me get back to the nice ones.

Let me get back to the nice ones.

The dogwoods only had a few leaves on them, and they were like flags in a gale . . .

Birds, Fall colors,

Birds, Fall colors,

Birds, Fall colors,

OK, back to the 27th . . . I saw the flowers, I saw the snow/hail/sleet beginning to come down, and I grabbed the Macro lens along with the ring light . . . but, I had not used the ring light a whole lot, and it has a manual adjustment for the flash.

I needed to take a couple of test shots . . .

My lunch

My lunch

A banana that would not survive the next few hours.

A banana that would not survive the next few hours.

So, it seemed to be working well-enough . . . . flowers, here I come.

The snow makes for a nice touch.

The snow makes for a nice touch.

The wild Geranium had some nice coloring . . . 

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After this shot, I went out back to shoot those striking leaves at the beginning of the post, but came back to the flowers . . . 

. . . Honest, I’m amazed these are still flowering.

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Fall colors,

Fall colors,

Fall colors,

You might think those are just old flowers . . . but, there were buds, as well. 

The Geraniums were the best examples of it . . . 

Fall colors,

Fall colors,

Fall colors,

Fall colors,

Fall colors,

Mind you, these don’t compare to photos from this past summer, but for nearly November, I was impressed with the flowers and, given the lighting (overcast, windy), the photos are not too shabby either.

Of course, the Pansies will likely survive the winter, so I expected to see them still out and about . . . 

Fall colors,

But these flowers? Color me impressed.

Fall colors,

Fall colors,

Fall colors,

Of course, it wasn’t just the flowers . . . a few of the shrubs were also striking.

For the rest of the photos I put away the big rig, and grabbed the phone. I wanted some quick wide-angle shots, and I did not feel like changing lenses. Plus, I knew I would get decent results with the phone.

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The wild Geranium was not too shabby, either.

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However, since I had the phone out, I thought I might as well grab a few macros with the phone camera.

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By now readers know I tend to occasionally be pleased with the photos from the phone . . . 

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Wait . . . is that a Petunia? And is that snow on the leaves and in the background?

Get it? Background <=> back ground  . . . nevermind.

Why, yes Bob.

I do like the pictures, and I look forward to the coming winter, even as I know most of these flowers will not survive. In years past I would bring the geraniums inside . . . and then spend a few month trying to get rid of gnats. Not this year . . . sorry, plants.

For them who don’t yet know, you can click on the photos and a larger version will open in a new window or tab. You can also go see the originals in the SmugMug Gallery HERE.

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If you click on the doodle, and nothing happens, this is the link it’s supposed to go to: http://disperser.wordpress.com/2011/12/26/palm-vx-and-i/.

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Dentistry that was

I went to the dentist today. Nothing major; just the biannual cleaning. 

He had a new table that he had gotten as a gift from a friend. The table contains vintage dentistry tools and products. 

The double and quadruple toothbrushes were interesting, the idea being that one could save time brushing by cleaning both side or both side and top and bottom all in one go. The lower right red toothbrush had the toothpaste in the handle, and it would come out through the bristles.

There are some interesting products there, including at least one product that I am absolutely certain – and I am not certain of many things these days – would not be considered acceptable in this day and age. 

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I mean, who would ever use tooth powder!?

Anyway, I thought it would make for a quick and perhaps interesting post.

That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.

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