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		<title>A Roadrunner for Joanne</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Feb 2012 02:12:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bo Mackison</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p class="wp-caption-text">Backyard Roadrunner © 2012 Bo Mackison</p> <p> &#8221;Now then, I can easily understand why it should puzzle you that a person of my intelligence, I.Q. 207 super genius, should devote his valuable time chasing this ridiculous road runner, this bird that appears to be so skinny, scrawny, stringy, unappetizing, anemic, ugly and misbegotten. Ah, but [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 610px"><a title="Backyard Roadrunner by bo mackison, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/twistedart/6819890471/"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7173/6819890471_0f3b52c12b_o.jpg" alt="Backyard Roadrunner" width="600" height="400" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Backyard Roadrunner © 2012 Bo Mackison</p></div>
<p><span style="color: #800000;"> &#8221;Now then, I can easily understand why it should puzzle you that a person of my intelligence, I.Q. 207 super genius, should devote his valuable time chasing this ridiculous road runner, this bird that appears to be so skinny, scrawny, stringy, unappetizing, anemic, ugly and misbegotten. Ah, but how little you know about road runners. Actually, the road runner is to the taste buds of a coyote, what caviar, champagne, filet mignon and chocolate fudge are to the taste buds of a man.&#8221; Wile E. Coyote</span></p>
<p>Last year, when I wrote about seeing roadrunners in my Arizona backyard, <a href="http://www.home-life-online.com/">Joanne Keevers</a> left a comment and said she wanted to see what a roadrunner looked like since there were no roadrunners in Australia, and would I please take a photograph if I got the chance. Well, it&#8217;s taken me almost a year to see a roadrunner within camera range, and even this guy nearly escaped without me getting a photo. You can tell he is running away from me as I snap his portrait.</p>
<p>Funny thing, before I reached for my camera, he walked to within ten feet of me and then stared at me, almost cocking his head as if to say, &#8220;You want something, lady?&#8221; Even while I had my camera in hand, checking the settings, he stood quite still. But as soon as I lifted the camera to my eye and began pressing the shutter, he took off at a brisk pace.</p>
<p>He did not run. He merely walked off in a bit of a hurry. I don&#8217;t think road runners do much running, but they are quick of movement. They are one of the few creatures that can kill a rattlesnake.</p>
<p>So, Joanne, here is a roadrunner photo for you &#8212; with best wishes to you from Arizona to Australia.</p>
<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;</p>
<p>Bo Mackison is a photographer and owner of <a href="http://www.facebook.com/seededearthstudio">Seeded Earth Studio LLC</a>. She enjoys watching the variety of birds in her backyard arroyo. And once in a while, she even gets a bird photo!</p>
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		<title>Blue Pottery on Ocotillo</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 01:15:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bo Mackison</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p class="wp-caption-text">Blue Pottery on Ocotillo © 2012 Bo Mackison</p> <p style="text-align: center;">I lose my center. I feel depressed, scattered, in pieces. I must have time alone in which to mull over any encounter, and to extract its juices, its essence, to understand what has really happened to me as a consequence of it.    ~ [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 410px"><a title="Blue Pots on Ocotillo by bo mackison, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/twistedart/6798975987/"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7003/6798975987_79d501c689_o.jpg" alt="Blue Pots on Ocotillo" width="400" height="600" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Blue Pottery on Ocotillo © 2012 Bo Mackison</p></div>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000080;">I lose my center. I feel depressed, scattered, in pieces. I must have time alone in which to mull over any encounter, and to extract its juices, its essence, to understand what has really happened to me as a consequence of it.    ~ May Sarton</span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;">I had copied this quote in my journal, and until I got to the ending and noted May Sarton&#8217;s attribution, I thought I had written those words. Maybe I wouldn&#8217;t have written such perfectly paced phrasing, but the sentiment was right on.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Am I trying to keep all the little pots filled? Am I being careful to not be harmed by the thorns on the ocotillo branches as I draw nearer? I do think things over, slowly, simmer them for awhile. Sometimes I repeat the same experiences in order to capture the essence.</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">May Sarton and me, hmmm?</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-</p>
<p style="text-align: left;">Bo Mackison is a photographer and owner of <a href="http://www.facebook.com/seededearthstudio">Seeded Earth Studio LLC</a>.  She is exploring the Sonoran desert and  examining the smallest of encounters.</p>
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		<title>Filling Containers in the Desert</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jan 2012 20:52:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bo Mackison</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p class="wp-caption-text">Containers © 2012 Bo Mackison</p> <p style="text-align: left;">In ancient times wise men and women fled out into the desert to find a place where they could be fully present to their inner struggles at work within them. The desert became a place to enter into the refiner&#8217;s fire and be stripped down to one&#8217;s [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 610px"><a title="Pottery Row by bo mackison, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/twistedart/6697309011/"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7009/6697309011_6cbab8ca1b_z.jpg" alt="Pottery Row" width="600" height="429" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">Containers © 2012 Bo Mackison</p></div>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><em><strong><span style="color: #993300;">In ancient times wise men and women fled out into the desert to find a place where they could be fully present to their inner struggles at work within them. The desert became a place to enter into the refiner&#8217;s fire and be stripped down to one&#8217;s holy essence. The desert was a threshold place where one emerged different than when one entered.  ~ Christine Valters Painter</span></strong></em></p>
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<p>Last year I traveled to Tucson, urban civility at the edge of the Sonora Desert, and ventured into the wild spaces, a bit at a time, a few steps from my safe haven. I had many goals, and I achieved many of them, but they were more a to-do list of photography related exercises, learning the routines of running a fledgling business, and practicing the ins and outs of living on my own.</p>
<p>I considered my first solo experience in Arizona a successful venture, but now I&#8217;m in a different place than I was in early 2011. I have new plans, new goals, new business ideas I want to put into practice. And I have a totally different agenda, too. I want to take specific steps to assess what I am doing, who I am, and who I want to be as I approach a transitional time in my life.</p>
<p>I will be going to Arizona in a few days. I will be asking questions, and hopefully discovering many answers and possibilities and options. When I come back to the Midwest in three months, I hope to have symbolically filled at least a few of the empty containers I am bringing along.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ll be working on this part of my journey &#8211; my desert days &#8211; and writing about my discoveries on my Seeded Earth blog. Maybe the seeds I planted last year will sprout, maybe even bloom, with the care I bestow on them this year.</p>
<p>I love the above photo. I photographed <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/twistedart/5787965004/">the original in March of 2011</a>.</p>
<p>The photo reminds me of many things. First, these are containers for necessities. This pottery were photographed in the ruins of a granary at the Tucumcacari Mission in southern Arizona. Several hundred years ago, clay pots like these were filled with the autumn harvest and stored in the granary. The mission inhabitants relied on their stores of grains and other foods to sustain them through the winter months.</p>
<p>The photo reminds me of the simple things in life. Since I now have a place of my own in the Tucson area, I&#8217;ve made a commitment to maintain a minimalist approach while living there.  It is a small place, so I am making some no cluttering ground rules from the very beginning.</p>
<p>And finally the photo reminds me of change and the need to keep an open mind. When I re-discovered photography five years ago, I had never used a digital camera. My first camera with interchangeable lenses was a Pentax K-1000, a film camera. I knew film. I knew how to develop photos in a darkroom. I knew nothing about digital photography.</p>
<p>But photography is an amazing art medium because there are so many levels of expertise and so many options. There is never only one way to take a particular photograph. One can take good photos with the simplest of cameras and with a minimum amount of practice. But add reading about new things, trying new techniques, exploring the advancing technologies of photography software, and shooting thousands of photographs a year, and then the opportunities become inexhaustible.</p>
<p>When I first began taking digital photographs, I thought I would never use Photoshop &#8212; partly because I didn&#8217;t have access to a Photoshop program and partly because I had no idea how to use Photoshop. Anyway, I was busy enough learning the basics. It was actually a good move, though I didn&#8217;t realize why at the time.</p>
<p>The first year I went digital, I shot my photos, then posted them straight out of the camera (SOOC). Gradually I learned how to adjust the simplest components &#8211; color, contrast, sharpening, cropping. Finally I bought Adobe Lightroom and Photoshop Elements (the easy Photoshop) and began to explore the mysteries of post-processing.</p>
<p>And now?</p>
<p>Now I&#8217;ve discovered the amazing world of seeing a subject, taking photographs, and then bringing the files back to my computer where I manipulate them &#8212; without rules or limitations &#8212; until <strong>I again see what it was I originally saw. I explore the idea that what I see is unique and worthy of creation.</strong></p>
<p>I&#8217;ve opened up a new world of digital photography and I&#8217;m learning anew by study and practice, practice, practice&#8230;while having a great deal of FUN!</p>
<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;-</p>
<p>Bo Mackison is a photographer and owner of <a href="http://www.facebook.com/seededearthstudio">Seeded Earth Studio LLC</a>.  In a couple of days, she will cross the threshold and begin her desert experience.</p>
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