Tag: Monochrome

Death Star Thingy Art

I’m not sure that this piece of art has anything to do with the Death Star in the first (fourth) Star Wars movie, but it looks kind of like that. I guess I could have gotten closer to it and tried to figure it out, but I did make out a dolphin on it, and that was enough to confuse me. So I moved on after snapping a few shots. It was really cold and my hands were freezing. You decide: Star Wars Death Star or Crappy Art?

 

Buildings at Baylor

Got close enough to Baylor University to take these shots recently. I’m doing my best to keep my distance from that University, for two silly reasons. The first: I’m a Texas Aggie. Not sure what kind of sensors they have laid out on campus to spot Aggies, but I didn’t want to find out. Secondly, and the more serious one (tongue in cheek), I’m a Presbyterian and Baylor is historically a Baptist school. I feel a joke coming on…

Do you know the difference between seeing your Presbyterian friends in a liquor store and your Baptist friends? Your Presbyterian friends will say hello… your Baptists friends will pretend they are not there.

BTW, is it just me, or do these buildings look like oversized churches?

© Timothy J. Hammons 2020.

Mid-Week Monochrome #49

It has been a while since I joined a challenge, so I thought I would remedy the problem by joining the Brashley’s Mid-Week Monochrome challenge, number 49.

The subject is the First Street Cemetery that I was walking by near the Brazos River. My favorite picture is the one just below: Private First Class Joseph Cross. I wonder if the tree that his grave is under, was there when they buried him in 1919. It looks peaceful.

 

Latest Selfie

Sometimes, I get lucky.

This latest selfie was taken in the process of making a video for my special education students on folding clothes. I took the picture so I could adjust the focus, and lighting, etc., for the video. I didn’t realize how good it would be.

The video, which is on folding clothes, will be published on Youtube at a later date. While viewing it, my lovely bride Heidi, informed me that the way I fold sweatshirts is all wrong. So I need to correct the video so that my students see the correct way to fold sweat shirts. I will make a post about it once I upload it to Youtube. You can see the video about washing clothes here.

Copyright © Timothy J. Hammons 2020

Baby Pictures!

From the archives. I keep going through my 17,000 pictures trying to weed out the ones I don’t need. For instance, the pictures below each had 5 to 10 similar shots that are not really worth keeping. My philosophy is to take the one or two best from any shoot, and dump the rest. No one is going to be all that interested in those photos anyway. After all, with 17,000 photos, who am I going to show them to?

Enjoy these few of my firstborn, Andy.

Copyright Timothy J. Hammons 2020.

 

Reformation Day: Revere

In my last post, I mentioned that I had a purpose in bringing my camera to the Reformation Day celebration. The purpose was Revere. When I met him in church, and saw his eyes, my first thought was that I needed to get my camera. Reformation Day provided the excuse. He has the biggest eyes of any baby I think I have ever seen. His mother informed me that it runs in the family. Revere’s grandfather had the same big eyes.

I wasn’t sure how to get the best pictures of him, since he was either being held by his father or mother or someone else. As we were beginning to eat, I noticed that Revere was crawling around the couch, so I grabbed my camera and took a few shots. It wasn’t working, so I sat down on the couch to put my camera back in the camera bag. Revere immediately pulled himself up next to the couch and started moving toward me.

“Now’s my chance.” I started taking pictures, and he kept crawling my way, then up my legs, and into my lap. Apparently, he wanted to pull on someone’s beard.

Andy, my son, took the pictures of me with Revere.

Copyright Timothy J. Hammons 2020.

Reformation Day: A Mighty Fortress is Our God

One cannot have a Reformation Day without singing Martin Luther’s most famous hymn, A Mighty Fortress Is Our God. For most of us who are Reformed, once we hear the title, the rest of verse 1 pops into our heads and we are ready to belt it out as Luther intended it to be sung.

I love they hymn, because it is the only one you can count on most men singing. We also sang another hymn, that I don’t remember the title to. It’s what we were actually singing when I took the pictures.

I love this picture because my son, Joey, just came around the corner when I snapped the picture. He wasn’t trying to pull a photo bomb, but did nonetheless.

All photos Copyright Timothy J. Hammons 2020.

Voting Red

My wife and I voted early this year because of our move from our old neighborhood. We didn’t want to have to use a mail-in ballot with all the questions regarding mail-in ballots. So we went one afternoon last week, hoping to avoid the lines.

Didn’t happen. So we semi-masked up, and stood in the queue with the other dutiful citizens of the county.

One thing I wanted to know when I voted was whether or not our votes would be counted by before election day, or did they wait until election day. I had some irrational fear that early votes were set aside unless needed. The voting clerk assured me that my vote was counted the moment I submitted my electronically produced ballot to the counter at the end of the line. I was satisfied.

Just a reminder, the big voting day is in two weeks.

I thought it was interesting that they had so many empty machines. We had the line because they only had enough election officials to process a few of us at a time. Hopefully, that will change on election day.

 

Baggage Claim

There was one more stop before we broke away from Love Field: baggage claim. It’s the last moment of travel by air that is completely out of the travelers control. This is why I always try to maintain being calm once I arrive at an airport, and until I leave the airport. I know that I am at the mercy of others and it does no good to get impatient. Don’t worry, I haven’t mastered being patient at airports yet. But that I my goal.

Once we grab the bag, travel is back in our hands. Fortunately, we didn’t have to wait long. Heidi’s back was the lone bag on the carousel. We grabbed it and headed for Trader Joe’s. 

Lt. Col. Ed White, USAF, flight suit. Col. White died in the Apollo 1 launch pad fire with Chaffe and Grissom.