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Kalanchoe, Corrected

Don’t you hate it when you learn you’ve been wrong about something most of your life? I got my first kalanchoe (ka-lan-cho) as a teenager many, many years ago. We got this one 3 or 4 years ago in Utah. Today, I discovered via the Internet that it’s not a ka-lan-cho at all, but a ka-lan-ko-ee. You’d think my closest friend of 37 years — an expert horticulturist — would have corrected my pronunciation. Knowing him, though, he just enjoyed my folly and laughed about it silently on the inside when I erred. I hate that, too.

Enjoy the photo!

"Kalanchoe", Nikon D800 in DX mode, ISO 100, f/29 at 72 sec., 60mm DX micro

“Kalanchoe”, Nikon D800 in DX mode, ISO 100, f/29 at 72 sec., 60mm DX micro
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To The Edges Of My Soul

“If you’ve never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom.” ~Audra Fuveo

Gerbera Daisy

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Calla Lilies

There’s nothing quite like processing and printing your own black & white photographs from film. My darkroom experiences started at a very young age: I inherited my love of photography from my father, who always had a full B&W darkroom setup in each house we lived in. Perhaps my father has long forgotten that day in our home in Ocean Gulf Estates when I was first allowed to see what it was he did in that room off the back porch where he would often disappear for entire weekends. I certainly have not…

Calla Lily 1

I am guessing I was probably about 4 or 5. Dad was going to develop some film, and explained to me that there would be a few minutes where all the lights would be off and the room would be very, very dark. I was told I could sit on the stool by the door, and that I was not to move during that time.

When the lights went out, I heard some interesting noises. Something got whacked against the counter top, then I could hear metal against metal, scissors being used and other sounds I couldn’t identify. I was extremely curious, and I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face!

I still maintain that my father should have anticipated my move. You don’t invite an overly curious 5-year old to “watch” in a completely dark room! I mean, he could have avoided the whole thing by simply moving the stool away from the door (and the light switch).

I was a teenager before I got invited back into the darkroom. It was SO worth the wait!

I shot, processed and printed these calla lily photos this week. I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed creating them.

Calla Lily 2

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