Actually, Crippled Wolf started taking pictures back in fifth grade, using a little Kodak Brownie. He still has the little wood-bound photo album, filled with carefully mounted and labeled photos like these:
When he looks at these pictures now, Crippled Wolf is first amused and then smitten by memory. So strange that one can travel in time so easily.
Ages later, in the late 1980s, using an old Nikon he bought from a friend, Crippled Wolf took a darkroom course. (You know, where you actually develop film in baths of chemicals and mess with burning and dodging?)
Here is his best image, one of a gorgeous, mysterious stranger (who happens still to be his hubby 22 years later).
Still ages later, Crippled Wolf now uses a baby Canon.
He actually bought this toy in order to take pictures of the mold which had grown on the bedroom and closet walls in the rental home he shares with JimJim. That forensic evidence successfully convinced their...how shall we say?...frugal landlady that she should actually hire a real contractor to do repairs. The bonus was the pocket-sized, digital point-and-shoot.
As he does on many birthdays, Crippled Wolf went for a day of solo hiking again this year, this time to a place he'd just learned of after eleven years in Jacksonville, the Jacksonville Arboretum and Gardens.
Lots of experimental shots of lots of plants, trees, stones, etc. Lots of duplicate shots to play around with composition and natural light. Several dozen photos—most of which he has deleted (digital is handy for that)—and a handful he feels good enough about to post to RedBubble.
Here is Crippled Wolf's favorite:
More to come.
Blessèd be.
