Theo Fenraven's Blog, page 16

Salem Has a New Home

Most of you know how much I love Salem, but recently some things became clear to me, and I decided I had to find her a new home. My income is not growing. I’m 69, ffs. At this age, income … Continue reading →

The Perils of Social Media

I’m beginning to think social media’s long-term effects will be negative on society as a whole. Even as it connects people all over the world (a good thing), it also allows gross distortions of the truth that suck in entire … Continue reading →

People are Being Censored

Recently I spent a day in Facebook jail because I suggested on a post that it would have been kinder to euthanize a thirteen-year-old dog with health problems rather than dumping him in a shelter after having lived with his … Continue reading →

Flash Fic: Magic Returns

Three women sat in a corner, watching the action in the rest of the club. It was late, and more than a few people had overindulged, and were laughing and talking too loud. The air reeked of the smell of … Continue reading →

Flash Fic: The Choice

I opened my eyes and found myself gazing at a grassy hill. A cart track led from me to the top. To one side, quite a distance away, was a leafy tree. It was summer; the blue sky was dotted … Continue reading →

Compositing

This is one of the most fun things a graphic designer/photographer can do. You put together bits and pieces to create something new. I’m not all that great at it yet. I’ve seen composites that blow me away! But the … Continue reading →

Ode to the Common Grackle

This bird gets a bad rap, but it shouldn’t. From an article in the Statesman: Don’t call them trash birds. Grackles, it turns out, do more than weigh down power lines, steal tortilla chips off your dinner plate and squawk … Continue reading →

Before/After and an example of missing the shot

Weekend before last, I went out both days with the big glass. I’m referring to the Sigma 150-600mm lens that weighs a ton but lets me get pretty close to things very far away. The 35mm equivalent on a crop … Continue reading →

Flash Fic: The Basketball Game

My brother had been unusually quiet for days, so after dinner I took him to my room, closed the door, and forced him to sit on the edge of the bed. Turning the desk chair around, I sat opposite him. … Continue reading →

Friday Flash Fic: Nice, France

I leaned against the sturdy railing on the second floor and gazed down into the open dining area. I’d followed the couple in from the beach, and after they were seated, I’d hurried to the glass elevator and gone up. … Continue reading →