Just to indict myself and vindicate the folks at Vimeo, and since the link was not interesting enough to click, pig-in-a-poke, I put up the little garden clip I couldn’t get to work yesterday,.
I’d not tweaked a permission in settings to allow embedding. Vimeo is much more customizable than YouTube. This is both a strength and (for non-tweakers) a liability. As a baby video-photog, I’m creeping into it, especially with regard to adding more expenses to this aspect of digital story-telling.
I could purchase Final Cut Pro. I could subscribe to VideoBlocks for sound and visual clips. I could subscribe to Vimeo Plus for storage and access. That’s starting to add up some expense, especially for a hobbyist not likely to ever get any return for investment–not monetary, anyway.
But I’m ahead of where I was a month ago. FloydFest should be a challenge–to film an hour in several dozen blocks to get a three minute edited movie.
Late June garden. Things come in so slowly in our cool valley, and the shorter days of sunlight between ridges makes gardening a challenge. This year, the heirloom “goose beans” and black beans climbing up the tomato cages hold promise. We’ll see.
Morning chore: pile rocks at the corner of the chicken pen to keep the groundhog out. We’ve seen evidence of digging from the outside, but yesterday, the very large groundhog (we see fleetingly as it runs under the barn) found an opening through the barn’s stacked-stone foundation and was inside the pen yesterday when Gandy and I went over to shut up Ann’s cussed birds for the night. I have no doubt the whistlepig would eat any eggs he might find, so between the black snakes and the ground hogs, we have to buy puny white eggs at Slaughters and keep two old hens as her pets.
Gandy: she’s a keeper after all. And though this one will most likely be our last dog, I pass along the lesson to others. As readers know, there have been numerous occasions during this pup’s first six months when we thought we’d have to find another home for her. She was too unpredictable, too aggressive and too high energy for us. At 7 months, things took a turn. At 8 months this week, she is a different dog altogether, and a joy to be around (mostly.) So puppy owners, take note. Let them evolve past their obnoxious period. There may just be a great dog and companion on the other side.
Garden: While I dread the heat and humidity of the second half of June and especially July, for the garden’s sake, the warmer nights and hot days do wonders to make tomatoes fruit and beans to start climbing up the 8-foot fence and set flowers. So far, no potato bugs or bean beetles, cucumber beetles or flea beetles, and the weeds are mulched and under control. If the rains peter out, the creek for now is good for drawing water. We’ll see what the rest of the summer give us, and hope for beans and tomatoes for the canner.
Reptiles: The black snake with the egg-shaped mass that was hiding under the black plastic on the woodpile two months ago has taken up residence on the garden shed potting table for the past several days. The lump remains, even more abraded than it was when I first saw this very distinctive snake, but apparently, the mass is not fatal. It is not an egg. Seen: the corn snake–of the three this summer, the intermediate sized specimen, maybe 20 inches long, that I turned up while string trimming along the garden wall of railroad ties.
Tech tools: I’m considering the purchase of a “real” video camera. The iPhone is handy, but awkward and limited for videos. In addition to the camera (maybe this Sony DX260) I’d need video editing software–starting with iMovie but ultimately probably needing something more powerful. I’ve heard that Vimeo might be the way to go for display, and that would require a annual subscription. Can I justify this on the basis of ROI? Of course not. But in terms of telling the story: maybe. It would make me look for peoples-and-places cameos that I don’t “see” when using written narratives alone, or the still camera’s unblinking eye.
Yesterday’s puzzler: Interrupted Fern. The one from yesterday was just beginning to uncoil.
I have a few more fern images from this spring that I will post, even though we were out of town when the neighbor’s fern meadow was at its peak.
The order of the day, however, is not fertile fronds but fecund fescue: the grass is growing like there’s no tomorrow, as it always does until the hot-dry of June comes along and tames it.
We have given up the notion that our 1981 Honda mower can give us anything more, and replaced it with another (heavier, more complicated, more safety-burdened, and far more expensive.) This should be our last mower, the final installment in a 40-year run of small-engine love-hate relationships.
This one has a grass bag, and already, we’ve gathered close to 100 pounds of great clippings that will mulch the edges of the garden and offer abundant “greens” to the compost pile. It should be steaming nicely on these cool mornings. Having something to show for it other than an obsessively-manicured and otherwise unproductive lawn, heck, I might even see the point to mowing the grass!