Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Bauerschmidt Brandner Holland-Moritz Manthey Toye Tyson Wahl

Nothing is going out yet. So little done. It's an overwhelming task. 

I owe Charlotte and my other known relatives the complete melange of photos and letters --many Gigabytes & duplicates.

I thought I could create a webpage/archive: complicated. Then I took another task (uncompleted, Julia, I'm sorry) and got overwhelmed and distracted.
Does it make sense to dump them all as is onto DVDs or thumb drives & let everyone do whatever they want with them? 

Need to ensure that those without Photoshop can open them as regular jpgs. Wanted people to have the option of enhancing/cropping/etc with that program. I should post the good ones here; can't be sure if they were posted by my cousins elsewhere as it's all lumped together on computer. 

I can't begin to approximate the myriad tools available in photoshop: just lightening or darkening some made a big difference, or cleaning up scratches. Others are pretty awful and I don't know how yet. The layering tool allows one to retain the original scan and change a working copy. More and more gigabytes. 

The next generation should have the raw negatives. They can use these and future advanced capturing tools. They should have that opportunity. 

Who do I give them to? Who is interested in their progenitors? When I was young I had other things going on. I missed many opportunities to get to know my father, who passed when I was 26 suddenly. I missed opportunities to know my relatives and their children. I always thought there was going to be plenty of time.

Any one of us may pass suddenly and leave it all undone. For photos, names weren't written on some of them. Who do we recognize and who are these people? 

These need dispersing to anyone who is interested to either name them or discard them. Take them off me, remove my load of things to do that I haven't done yet and might never get a "Round To-It."

I hear many voices calling me -- inside myself. Pressure I'm putting on myself to honor some committments and get things done. I can blame it on bad genes but an inner voice says something like "what does it matter, who cares, you can do it tomorrow." It's all about choice: what is important at the moment may overshadow what's really important. And choosing what is important is difficult: myriad things seem important.

I tried mere sharpening and enhancing the lighting, since many of these negatives were poorly or brightly lit. Will post a few of the worst here today and some of the better ones 'tomorrow.'

Monday, July 15, 2013

I have no photo of Nellie to go with story about her. Here are some photos.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Nelly गेट्स हेर exercise

On Thursday Nelly came home from the doctor's who suggested we ensure she exercises today. Following me outside I walked around the perimeter several times with her, then raked up late winter leaves, dead branches, twigs, etc. Nelly followed along, sniffing early crocus flowers and the scents other creatures have left as they visited our yard. She followed along as I wheel barrowed to and from the compost pile, and to and from the front and back doors to coax my indoor husband outside. I was watching her faithfully until I had some -heavy loads to carry and needed to get a hand truck from the shed. I moved them, then looked for her. "Maybe she went indoors,” I thought. Looking everywhere indoors, checking all hiding places. Even Bil looked. We looked outdoors in all the normal places, and indoors again. A beautiful day, in the middle 40s, here we go again looking for Nellie. Outside, viewing the waterfront below from the edge of the deck, then walking next door east, and I saw movement down the cliff and on the thin spit of beach. Running down the street, calling to Bil, hoping I could get there before she disappeared behind the boulders that reach from the cliff's edge to the cove, across from Terri's house I stop to see Nellie amble east towards the boulders, a couple dozen feet away. I move quickly to attempt intercept, picking my way down, holding on to saplings lining the diagonal slope, one not a tree but thorny dead colms of wild raspberry (ouch). At the boulders I look west - less than 10 feet away, so I call her and she peers at right angles to me with her one good eye. She ambles in that direction away from me up the hillside where dead branches, broken bottles and bits of trash make passage difficult and I'm rushing now in that direction uphill to grab her before she injures herself. Nelly, you know, had been in a car accident before we adopted her, and she doesn’t perceive things like a normal cat does. She looks the other way when you call her name, attempting to triangulate using only one almost blind eye and one possibly good ear. Sometimes she doesn't know you when you attempt rescue – I’ve learned not to pick her up as she struggles and scratches like she's fighting for her life. This time, however, she knows me and allows me to detain her, as long as I don't try to pick her up, while Bil climbs down the cliff with a cat carrier. This is the second time we've had to rescue her from this dangerous slope. There are all kinds of hazards in this area for little animals who don’t have protective clothing like we do. Little Ring Tail was injured last year. It took 43 stitches to repair the open flaps of skin, and two weeks in a room of her own with meds.

Last time I found Nelly she was further towards the top and frightened, after being missing for some hours. There were three or four times she went missing. Once we found her crouched beneath a tree just before the little bridge at the Kohrs house. The sun was going down and even though we called and called, she didn’t meow, even when we were right next to her. I don’t think I’ve even seen her look so frightened as that day when we found her.

Another time she found her way into the yard of the house behind that tree. Tim who lives there spotted her and came over to tell us, knowing that this cat is not able to navigate very well. We were out, but reached by phone (the number is on our front door) we were able to rush home and return her to safety.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

King Tut photos from Gail

NY's King Tut exhibit was inspiring enough to make me long to visit Egypt. The artifacts on display were incredibly wonderful. That most were approximately 3,200 years old was mind-boggling, and the volcanic glass used in the intricate golden pieces was as interesting as the gemstones. Worth a visit and humbling to think that the ancients could do such beautiful work. My modern perspective on their naiveté for the afterlife - some may look on people in our era's beliefs someday as being similarly foolish. Thanks Gail, for taking the photos. We also visited the NY library (I took a pic of a vestibule god - the only one that came out) rather than spend only a couple of hours at the Met which we'll see next time - really want to spend a whole day there and at the Cloisters. Looking forward to viewing the bamboo exhibit on the roof.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Good Luck Michael from Saybrook

Our friend Michael sold his Saybrook home and moved near White Sands, New Mexico last summer with his 28 cats. Staying with us for a few weeks, Bill set up his vehicle with air conditioning and a generator so he could drive them in comfort. We enjoyed having him visit and the opportunity to make their trip more comfortable. Following are photos from that time.