Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Eyeball Central's 1000th Post: Yeti Captured on Film!!!

Yep, this is my 1000th post. Dude, that's a lot of photos I've posted, especially since I often post more than one photo per post. The only two posts without photos are the first two posts, when I hadn't yet found my blog mojo.

I started taking photos six years ago almost to the day, and what a blessing it's been for me.

I say "blessing." You say "issue." Or "problem." Or "insane obsession." Or "the slow disintegration of my family."

The story of Yeti. As you know, Andy possesses an incredibly keen Yeti-radar, a Yeti-sense. He confidently stated that Yeti was lurking in these snowy woods lovely, dark and deep. I didn't doubt him because I, too, sensed he might be out there. Believe me, all my senses were were on alert for Yeti when I was out in these woods. I was also on alert for dead maidens in the water, especially since I was spending most of my time in the creek itself, with water pouring into my boots. And after I accidentally fell through some ice and unintentionally baptized myself with freezing Michigan winter creek water, I was also on alert for frostbite and, later, gangrene.

As you surely can guess about me by now, I'm the kind of guy who frankly is always at code orange--when I'm not at code red--for the ever-present threat of gangrene. Anxiety of my flesh rotting off my bones even as I live is, of course, just one of the many many concerns I deal with in the course of a day. My motto: moderation in the vigilance against gangrene is no virtue; extremism in the pursuit of a putrid-free body is no vice.

Poor Juli. Poor, poor Juli.

Anyway, while I was tromping around the woods, I noted some blood in the snow. I assumed it was human blood. I also assumed it was my own blood.

I'm not making that up.

I did assume that. I assumed that I was too cold (and too far gone from gangrene) to notice that I was bleeding out. Not that I cared much at that point, frozen as I was. I was pretty sure at this point that my frozen pinky toe on my right foot had chipped off and was rattling around in my boot. Still, I was intrigued by the bloold so I used my frozen boots to push some of the snow away to see what lay beneath but all I found more blood. Naturally I took a photo.

Now the truth, reader, is I had no intention whatsoever of posting this photo on the blog. I was going to keep it for my own satisfaction. Sweet heaven above, that souns far more repulsive and disturbing than I intended. All I meant is that not every photo I take needs show up on the blog.

Count your blessings.

Let's get back to the story, shall we? Reader, enough with the interruptions, please. It wasn't until this evening when I was exploring my photos that I noticed Yeti's face--his eyeball, a nostril, and part of his mouth protruding from the snow. I cropped the photo from this photo below. Both are enhanced.

And here's the photo as I took it, unenhanced. Even unenhanced, there's no doubt what we got in Michigan is a big ol' family of Yeti. They're nearly as numerous as Michigan militia members, though undoubtedly far less dangerous.

Andy was right. Yeti be in them woods. What a find. What a way to celebrate my 1000th post.

Now I'm going to look through my photos for dead maidens.


Eat your heart out, Thomas Kinkade.

These photos were take from my sis-in-law, Karen's, kitchen window. Or, more precisely, through a groovy window ornament.

It was just one of those perfect days made more perfect because the kids were amplifying the fun in their excitement.

Monday, March 29, 2010

Michigan ice redux

Yep, I was in the creek and loving every bone-numbing moment of it.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Michigan ice in the creek

No, we haven't finished. More is coming.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

ice and flowing water

Fair warning: Ready yourself for more ice photos. I didn't stand in that frozen river, water flowing into my boots just for nothing. Oh, you're going to see ice pictures all right.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Winter in Michigan

What am I doing posting a photo of a cat? How low have I sunk? I'm just too tired to care.

oh, dearest daughter....

Lights will guide you home/
And ignite your bones/
I will try to fix you.

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

art house freak out

I've got this sick feeling, readers, that every last one of you likes James Taylor.

I need to know the truth. Answer the poll.

old freaky glory


I digitally manipulated this photo while I was listening to Under the Sea by Digby Jones. Listen to Digby's funky and moody tune and you'll get a feel for what I was after. I'll let you decide whether this image captured the vibe.

Thursday, March 04, 2010

Pools of sorrow, waves of joy...