This week’s Weekly Photo Challenge asks us where we belong? In the hustle and bustle of a big city or amongst friendly faces in a small town? We are asked to show our place in the world.I live in a large city. Not the largest. In fact, San Francisco is only the 14th largest city in the U.S. And it doesn’t even crack the top 300 global cities with respect to population, so some might consider it to be a relatively small town.
But as much as I love living in the heart of the city, and as much as I belong in a city, with all of the conveniences it offers, I also like to get away. And one of my favorite places to get away to is Yosemite National Park. It’s just a four hour drive due east from San Francisco, but it’s a whole different world.
Here are some pictures of the spectacular scenery at Yosemite.
If you ever get a chance to visit Yosemite National Park, do it. It’s simply grand.
For this week’s Weekly Photo Challenge, we are asked to share a photo of an object or person in an unlikely place, an unpredictable experience, a serendipitous accident.
So I decided to share a few photos taken during an unlikely trip to an unlikely place, Barrow, Alaska.
Barrow, also known by its Inupiaq name, Utqiaġvik, is a city in northern Alaska. It is the northernmost city in the United States and nearby Point Barrow is the country’s northernmost point.
What were we doing way up there at the tippy top of the world? Good question. Our son, who had just graduated from law school, got a job as an assistant magistrate for the city. And my wife and I went up there to visit him.
So here are a few pictures of our very unlikely visit to Barrow, Alaska.
The first picture shows our tour guide securing a sign at Point Barrow that had been blown down by some stiff winds. Following that is the Welcome to Barrow sign with whale bones on either side. The last picture is a mile marker in central Barrow. New York is only 3,380 miles southeast of Barrow, while Seattle is just 1,960 miles due south.
This week’s Photo Challenge is all about lines. We are supposed to “share a photo with a composition dominated by lines — hard or soft, straight or curvy, vertical or horizontal, or made in nature or as part of a cityscape.”
Maybe my first picture is taking the word “lines” a little to literally, as in long lines of people waiting at the DMV.
My next picture shows the lines of wood planks in a backyard table I was refinishing.
And then there is this one when my wife and I were shopping for tiles for our kitchen’s backsplash.
And there’s the line of ducklings swimming in a pond between their parents.
How about the roof lines of a local museum in the foreground, the tree lines in the field, and the street lines on the hill on the right?
And finally, the lines made by a formation of clouds.
Okay. Enough lines for today.