Wednesday, January 26, 2011 - Bosque Birdwatchers RV Park, San Antonio NM
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Mallard, Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge, San Antonio NM, January 24, 2011
A simple matter
It should be a simple matter to take this photo into Photoshop and remove the weed off this guy's bill, and I'm sure it is, but I'll be darned if I can do it without investing the time to learn to navigate that bloody obtuse program.
I find Adobe's software interfaces in general to be arrogantly obtuse to navigate and Photoshop is especially so. I use Adobe's Lightroom 3 to catalog my pictures and do most of my editing and I've gotten reasonably good at it, but I'll be darned if I can move over into Photoshop and get anything done. The interface is different and not intuitive enough for me to pick up on the fly. Why oh why must it be thus and so, after all they do come out of the same house? Bah!
Night camp
Site 10 - Bosque Bird Watcher's RV Park, San Antonio NM
- This is a basic, small Mom & Pop RV Park with full hookups.
- Verizon cell phone and Broadband service are available here with a strong signal.
- Locate Bosque Bird Watcher's RV Park on my Night Camps map
- Click for Google street view
- Check the weather in San Antonio NM
Writing From the Inside Out
A young writer, if he is unknown, can be at a party and watch what everyone is doing. If he has a marveluos ear for dialog, he can wake up the next morning and remember all that was said and how it was said. He is a bird on a branch. Sees like a bird and writes books that are extraordinarily well observed. But once he is successful, especially if that happens quickly, it's as if the bird were now an emu. It cannot fly. It grows haunches and foreshoulders and a mane: lo and behold, it is a lion. And everyone is looking at the lion, including the birds. But it is a lion with the heart of a bird and the mind of a bird. So there is a terrible period when the transmogrified emu is trying to live like a lion and has little talent for it. Then the beast begins to experiment. When it runs, it now sees other animals scamper. It takes a while - often years - for the writer to get to appreaciate his effect on others, and even longer to begin to understand human beings again. In the old days, he could write about friends, enemies, and strangers by intuition, by induction; now he puts it together by deduction. Of course, he does have more material on which to work his deductions.