Photo Non-Contest #169 -- Brick and Mortar

Okay, it's sandstone, not brick.  But it's functioning like brick.  And there is mortar in there.
I took this a few weeks ago because I liked the color of the sandstone against the sky (no color altering took place here).

Written Inc's theme this week is brick and mortar.  This is the closest I have for that.

Halloween: A Little Tour Of A Cemetery

This weekend, to take a break from grading papers, I went for a walk in a cemetery I'd never visited before.  I'd passed it numerous times, and even glancing through the fence I could tell it wasn't your usual Utah cemetery with all-flat gravemarkers that make life easier for lawnmowing crews.  No, this cemetery was filled with the less-usual.
Some markers looked rather European in style:

(Note: I have not tampered with the color on any of these; the sky really looks like this in October in Utah.)

And lots of the markers had Greek names on them, but I took far too many photos to post all of them.
A few of the markers were clearly NOT European:

There were many huge, pretentious markers, some that were decorated to the point where there appeared to be no sense of dignity left for the dead, and one that I found mystifyingly tacky:

So, some guy who really, really likes athletic lettering styles buried his two wives (this is Utah, so they might be simultaneous wives and not merely successive wives) under a four-foot granite letter?  Okaaaay, then.  Wow.  I wonder how the folks at the gravestone company kept straight faces while discussing this order.

This cemetery even had crypts!  (Not common at all in Utah.)

And while I was photographing several crypts, my eye caught a twitch of movement beyond one of them.  Yes, I was being watched.  In a graveyard.
But it wasn't anything spooky; it was a couple of mule deer.

We stood and stared at each other for a couple of minutes, and then the deer casually walked away.  But as I went up the hill, I found they had a few friends over:

(Look in the background by the fence.)
There must've been about 35 does and half-grown fawns grazing rather unconcernedly in the cemetery.  (I didn't see any antlers, so I'm assuming no bucks were present.  Maybe this was girls' night out or something.)
Anyway, it was an interesting little tour, and I took about 100 shots in all.  (Max would've taken at least 700 in the same place, I'm sure.)

Photo Non-Contest #167 -- Edible

Last week's post got quite a few comments on a photo of an old spinning wheel in a living history museum of a farm in Orkney (north of Scotland).
This week, Written Inc's theme is "edible," but I've posted so many of my food photos before that I didn't think I could find anything original to use.  Then I remembered the Orkney photos.
The light was so unreal that day, and the subject material so different from anything I usually take.  So let me now share with you a couple of photos of farm food in the prep stages -- at least from an Orcadian farm of a century ago.

Fish drying by the fire (oh yes, they were real fish, dripping oil all over the stone hearth and smelling to high heaven).

I love this photo; it's almost surreal.


And here's a chicken pecking at the flour made with a quernstone.

There you go.  The stuff's edible (even the chicken), and here's hoping it'll be a different take on the theme than what most people do.
Remember to click on the pics to see them full-sized.

Photo Non-Contest #166 -- Triangular

Check out Written Inc's theme for this week: triangles.

I apparently prefer round shapes -- because that's mostly what I found in my photos.  However, I did find a few triangles.

Here are some snow triangles in a chainlink fence:

And here's one I don't think I've posted before -- a spinning wheel in a living history museum in Orkney.  (The triangles are made by the spokes.)

And finally, one I have posted before -- Max and I are looking at our shadows in a river outside of Moab, Utah.  The bridge had some nice triangles in the railings.

Photo Non-Contest #165 -- Welcome, Autumn

Written Inc's theme this week is one I think I anticipated when I took a break from grading papers over the weekend and went with Mom and Dad up a local canyon to see the leaves.  (Unfortunately, half of Salt Lake City also went, and it was crowded as all get out and not very relaxing at all.  Still, I got a few good shots.)
Sometimes I get tired of being reminded by people that the fall colors are "much prettier back East."  Okay, I'm willing to give in that the climate on the east coast is probably more conducive to variety in leaf colors than is our desert.  But it's hard for me to believe that "back East" is always prettier than the contrast we get with aspen and pine against rugged granite mountains.  Try some of these looks on for size:

Here's Silver Lake at Brighton Ski Resort (and about a million people around it):

(We're at the top of the resort here.)

And here's a shot from Moose Meadow Lane on the way up.  (Yeah, that's Dad taking a photo at the near the parking lot there.)

And here's one that's a bit blurry because I took it out of the window of a moving vehicle, but I love the contrast anyway.

(Again, the mountains don't look high here because we're nearly at the summit.)

Remember to click on the photos to see them full-sized.
Happy autumn.