Monday, August 24, 2020

Big Little Miracle

Butterfly Qin made it to 19 days. 

And in case you haven't heard, there was an amazing coincidence surrounding her existence. I am calling it a little miracle, but it was actually kind of big to me and what my friend Bob calls a “God-wink.”

    Late summer last year, my passion vine from a seed pod that I'd liberated from a local university campus here in San Antonio got covered in caterpillars.

two Agraulis vanillae larvae eating a the stem of a Passiflora incarnata
Agraulis vanillae larvae
Stomachs on legs, they would eat EVERY leaf and even the stems. I would pick them off and 
toss them over to other plants, "There, eat that crabgrass instead," you know. Needless to say, I was really mad at them for destroying my vine. And when these spikey little monsters surfaced again early this Spring, I googled “orange and black caterpillars eating my passion vine” and the results stopped me in my cyber-searching tracks. These caterpillars were Agraulis vanillae larvae, commonly called the Gulf Fritillary butterfly. I also learned that the Passifloria incarnata (wild passion vine) is pretty much their only food source around these parts; well, so then I was remorseful for pitching them over to the weeds.

I had seen these butterflies briefly in the yard, but it’s hard to get a good look because they are very fast. At that point I started cultivating them because I knew I could get a good look and maybe take a few photos after they emerge from the pupa (eclose). After all, all butterflies have to hang 
around for a while after eclose.

an Agraulis vanillae pupa hangs on a Passiflora incarnata vine
Agraulis vanillae pupa look like dried leaves
F
ast forward to July 10, 2020, and after some 20 pupates and releases: I name-tagged a recently pupated “Frit” after my Facebook and IRL friend Qin. I usually do not "name" the butterflies-to-be as actual people I know, but when I made the tag clip, my pen wrote “Qin.” 

Frits pupate for five to ten days and of the twenty or so I have cared for, this timeframe varies by five days- literally between five to ten days. Always.

When butterfly Qin emerged on July 19, 2020, my family and I were down with Covid. I was actually laying on the floor shaking in pain with nausea watching this butterfly eclose on camera, hoping and praying it would hurry up so I could get out of the studio and go back to bed. 


As I shook, I witnessed a just-as-haggard looking butterfly Qin eclose, then immediately leave the frame. That kind of bummed me, because they normally just hang as the wings grow and I was intending to capture that as well. It was strange that she “left the scene,” but hey, I guess everyone’s different. She seemed “diligent” and on a mission. And I felt about like she looked—a little beat up, figuratively.

I shared the video with Qin the person, placed Qin the butterfly in a large butterfly enclosure here in the studio (to keep her calm for the photoshoot I would attempt the next day), then I tapped out for the day. 

“So lucky to have a friend Duane Conder who would name a butterfly after me. And then it so happened that it was born exactly on my birthday! Qin with wings! Truly a birthday miracle. Thank you, Duane!”
The next day, I was tagged in this Facebook post by Qin the human

The eclose was on Qin the human's birthday! There is absolutely no way I could have planned that out; Hooyah!! And on this day after eclose (July 20, 2020), I still planned to do the photoshoot of Qin the butterfly since my energy was kind of up and I needed to get her out into the world. Tick-tock. Adult Frit life is two weeks, max.

These butterflies can roost for 24 hours before feeding becomes an issue; keep them dark and cold and they kind of go on a temporal pause. But to my surprise, at 7:50 a.m. in the dark and coolness of my photo room, she is flying around wanting to party. Needless to say, this butterfly was the wildest I had ever seen here in the studio. No worries, I’ll just use my butterfly superpower techniques and get some great shots. “She’ll settle down alright.” Yeah, right.

Three Gulf fritillary butterflies on various plants
Usually, in a session with these Frits, I shoot around 800 photos looking for the perfect two or three.
From left: Fred, SassyB, Tink

Some Frits have let me shoot for up to three hours before we both get a little stir crazy. And just keep in mind, these butterflies have fully developed wings. If I am shooting the same day as eclose, I let them hang here on the photo table at least two hours before we shoot, or they overnight in an enclosure (like Qin) and are just as calm the next day. I need the wings to be as large as possible, for both the photo and for their flyability (for their outside time). But did Qin the butterfly bend to my butterfly whispering techniques? Barely, then NO. I was only able to shoot five photos. FIVE. That’s it. That’s 0.625% of what I am usually able to shoot. I took her outside and she bolted straight away. I even said out loud, “Well, what are the odds of seeing her again?” Then I went back to bed, because, well, SARS-CoV-2 was still befriending me.

During my illness with this novel coronavirus, each morning/afternoon I would go out and sit with my coffee or liquid IV stuff (ugh) and watch “the four amigos.” Four males that I raised and that had eclosed in a short timeframe together. They stuck together and flew together in our backyard. They would even fly around my head sometimes. It was like a fever dream. Surreal. After some days, that storm Hanna blew through, and the next day, only two amigos. Then a couple of days later, just one; he was gone the next day. Butterfly life is short indeed.

two male Gulf Fritillary butterflies
Two of The Four Amigos: (from L): Killa, Rambo

By this time the family and I were improving, but I was still in the “sit-around” phase of the illness. So I was out in the a.m. as usual and spotted a really old, haggard Frit trying to fly around the wild verbena that is very close to our porch- and our cats (caterpillars and felines). This one was trying hard, but flight (and sight, I believe) was no longer a possibility. So I picked her up (I could tell this one was female due to the size and wing coloration), and put her in the “baby caterpillar” enclosure- the one with a live Passaflora incarnata for the hatchlings and “tiny cats.” I took a reference photo, then when in to see if this was a returnee. Frits have a several noticeable (yet very subtle) patterns under their wings that are unique to each butterfly and with photos it’s pretty easy to match them up.

The males I release here always kind of “stick around,” like the four amigos. They check out the vine, looking at the caterpillars, then they "look" in the willows for females, they go to the verbena and scrounge for whatever is in verbena, and they fly around the tomato plants to taunt the zipper spider. I have only seen one other female from these stomping grounds return to the vine, so I figured this haggard little thing in the tiny cat enclosure was from far away. Maybe blew in with that blowy-rainy tropical storm Hanna.

Looking at photos... looking, looking… thousands here because I’ve been too weak to cull through them… then I open the Qin folder. Five photos, first one. Boom! Complete match! This is Qin!

She had been who-knows-where for 13 days. I released her on day two of her adult butterfly life, so this puts her right at the two-week mark. Her free time outside is over. Time to convalesce with some bananas and Gogosqueeze little lady. "And we’re gonna finish that photoshoot you didn't have the patience for!"

Qin the butterfly on an old purple cone flower and on bananas
Qin the Gulf Fritillary at 15 days as an adult

And finish we did. The first session was with the original haggard wings, but because she was still a wild child, she’d beat those wings to jagged used-to-be-wings (not photographed). So that night while she was calm I gave her a wing bob. She didn’t move and I kind of thought she was gone at that point. But the next day, she was up and beating those little wings... Looked like a moth at literally one-third of her original size.

Qin the butterfly with short wings in various poses
Qin at 19 days as an adult

We shot a little each day in her last few days, mostly her guzzling Gogosqueeze.

After the shoot on August 6, she was very slow-moving. I placed her in her tiny cylindrical netted enclosure on her little paper towel (Frits LOVE to sit on a paper towel, I do not know why), and she rested with her wings open; very unusual. Throughout the evening I checked in: same position, then in the morning, same position. She was gone.

Today I have her in an airtight container along with that very tiny dried rose that she posed on. It is a poignant scene that has a story, a story worth sharing, a story on which parallels can be drawn.

If our creative Creator can reveal something as beautiful as a butterfly out of a gross mess of worms and cocoons (respectfully caterpillars & chrysalis), then what beautiful outcome is He hiding in this mess that is 2020? Seek Him and find beauty in this gross world.
A response post made in June 2020 that addressed the "haters" of a previous posted video of a Frit caterpillar pupating

As I and my family were in a pupa/cocoon of sorts through the pandemic, random riots, and political mayhem, I did (and still do) find joy in these “winged-wonders” as human Qin’s husband, Mark, calls them. When I see one appear in the back yard, I am usually out to greet it, happy to see their (perhaps) return. With each one that ecloses here in the studio- whether the camera was rolling or not, I am delighted. 

This God-wink with Qin the butterfly, as small and insignificant as it may seem to some who read this and those who will write it off as "just coincidence," was quite impactful on this end. But in all of this, I am indeed seeing the beauty in this gross 2020 version of the world, confident that there is a creative Creator in charge, confident that this messy middle we’re in will come to an end in a beautiful, amazing way.

//dc

a Gulf Fritillary butterfly with spread wings
"Sassy" July 2020

Friday, May 6, 2011

Why I Decline (most) Offers to Create Video Content


   
   Do you recall this episode of The Dick Van Dyke Show where Rob and Laura hired this famous "colorful master painter" to paint the interior of their home?

The year was 1963 and The Dick Van Dyke Show was in it's second season.


Fast-forward to 1990. I am entering to my first season of being a freelance cameraman and director of photography.

Throughout the 90's, budgets were big in all things film and video. With those big budgets came ample time to do the work. If there was a pressing deadline, clients and production cos had no problem paying a premium. The bar was high; quality was not only expected, it was demanded. If you failed to meet deadline you were out. If your creativity wasn't fresh and better than the competition's, you were out.

Through times like this, you grow and expand. Skill sets evolve, different revenue streams develop; workflow adjusts and re-adjusts with the ever-changing dance of hardware/software improvements with creative tone and manner.

All of this began to change when desktop video workstations became affordable in conjunction with Sony releasing the DVCAM format in the late 1990s. It took a couple of years for the effect to be felt across the production board, but what happened is that because quality production hardware itself became more affordable, more people dove into it. With more people in it, the bar lowered, costs were in a downgrade.

This happened again with affordable high definition production coming onto the scene a few years later. A couple of years after that, DSLR HD video and affordable 3D hit the scene. That brings us to present where now, full-format digital 35mm video cameras (awesome images 4x the size of HD) are affordable and available at B&H Photo.

With each progression of technology, there tends to be a downward trend for a) cost; b) deadline and c) expectations. Because of this, labor is getting cheaper and younger (greener). Clients can now base quality on meeting the immediate deadline under their budgets. If the project happens to look great and make sense, that's icing on the proverbial cake. If the video runtime is under one minute, then well done faithful servant.

Recently, a colleague tweeted this which appropriately sums up the last three paragraphs:

Cheap gear has produced cheap labor, which has, in turn created cheap clients.

What does this have to do with that episode I mentioned in the first 'graph (written by Carl Reiner) aptly titled "Give Me Your Walls"?

Well, I'm not comparing myself to any master painter by any means. But I am saying that, like with anything else, quality does need a bit of time.

Vito Scotti as Vito Giotto in
Give Me Your Walls, 1963
That painter lived with the Petries for weeks. He was a craftsman that poured over every detail and was proud of his work (and he wanted a free place to live, another irony). Rob and Laura just wanted the walls painted.

Like a great painting, Story takes time to produce and unfold. Telling a great story with great connecting images takes time. Cramming all of that in a two minute YouTube clip for upload tonight takes talent and time (not to mention a stable broadband connection). Time is money; clients and agencies seem to have neither these days. So basically they settle with what they can get for their money: thrown-together content that may or may not make sense; content that may or may not look great; content that's all eye-candy and no protein. That's acceptable today and it's a travesty.

By the end of part two of Give Me Your Walls (yes, it was a two-parter), Rob Petrie told the guy to just hurry up and get out. And in the past three years, more often than not, digital media projects that come my way have one main criteria from the client: hurry up and get it online.

With labor rates well below what they were in the 90s and expectations well below that, I am fine with turning down immediate-delivery, run-of-the-mill projects in hopes that there is someone, anyone, any company, any agency out there that demands quality, honors story, is respectful of deadline and has a reasonable budget based on this criteria. If this is you, let's talk- I eagerly await.





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Monday, March 7, 2011

Is Ebay a Remarkable Communicator or WHAT?

  As sort of a hobby, I tinker with selling on eBay. It's relatively fun. I get to lighten the household load and the stuff goes for considerably more than it would at a yard sale.

Occasionally, I have the basic non-payer. These come in the form of people who somehow manage to win an auction "accidentally",  want an item shipped BEFORE they can pay or they simply do not communicate at all, which includes not paying.

Now, being in the communications business, I was surprised, mortified and really, horrified when I received this verified email from eBay regarding a recent non-payment issue I had with a buyer. The writing is so terrible that I completely dismissed the fact that somebody in Nigeria was trying to rip me off.

With so many people out of work and so many people (myself included) looking for work in communications, HOW can eBay justify having writing like this go external?
________________________________________________________________

From:         eBay Customer Support - rswebhelp <rswebhelp@ebay.com>

Subject:  Re: FR%T00073 Buyer Check or Money Order

Date:       March 6, 2011 9:45:08 PM PST

To:            Duane Conder <dconder@mac.com>
Hello Duane,
Thank you for writing to eBay regarding to your buyer who wants you to
shipped the item before paying. Duane, I appreciate your effort in contacting us about this issue and I'm glad to assist you with this and by the way, good to see that you've been a member of eBay for quite some time now. We value your business with us.
Now to address your concern and for your future reference, I would
suggest that you need not to shipped the item if your buyer wants you to
shid the item first before he/she can pay for the item as this might be
dodgy buyer. Please understand that the correct process of transaction
in eBay is for the buyer to pay for the item first before the seller can
send the item.
Moving forward, after I have reviewed your account on file I could see
here that your Final Value Fee as well as your listing fees for this
item has been credited back into your account.
Thank you for your cooperation in this matter.
Regards,
Rich Q.
eBay Customer Support Team
__________________________________________________________

Whether Rich Q is a person in a support center in a far-away land or a 'bot on a server, there's clearly some training (or programming) to be done. English Grammar, syntax, spelling. All the basics. And eBay, seriously?...


You're a multibillion dollar corporation and this is the best you can do to quell my concerns?!

Again I stress to you, eBay, there's a lot of great communicators out of work.
Maybe it's time to hire a few.


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Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Tammy Harper


As published on carlsbad.patch.com; Dec. 11, 2010

Still Keeping the Skies Safe: Tammy Harper

Meet a local mom who has experience refueling jet fighters in flight.


   Sometimes I don't even leave the neighborhood to find someone interesting to talk to. In fact, I didn't even leave my front yard when I met Tammi Harper who brought her two daughters over for a play date with my daughter.

While they played, we talked.

Born in Spain and raised in an Alaska town called North Pole, this unassuming lady, I find out, was stationed in France in 1999 and flew in Operation Allied Force. And she didn't fly in a tiny craft, either. She was the navigator aboard the Hawaii Air National Guard's KC-135 and was part of the team that refueled the 240 NATO combat aircraft in flight.

An air-to-air left side view of a 495th
Tactical Fighter Squadron F-111F aircraft refueling from a
KC-135E Stratotanker aircraft. Credit STAFFSGT.DAVIDS.NOLAN

Sometime before 1999 and while in flight school, she met her husband, Mike, a Navy P-3 NFO. After they married, he took an assignment in Hawaii, and Tammi relocated from the 49th state to the 50th. "They happened to have the KC-135 there, and that's what Alaska trained me to fly." She elaborates, "Alaska paid for my training but I took a job in Hawaii, and they just didn't like that too much." Nevertheless, she got to serve her country on an important humanitarian mission over Kosovo.

F-16 Fighting Falcons receive fuel from a
KC-135 Stratotanker.
CreditU.S.AirForcephoto/StaffSgtSuzanneDay


















Today, in the 31st state, and being in management and programming for the FAA at McClellan-Palomar Airport, Tammi helps keep the skies over Carlsbad and much of Orange County safe.

Tammi, Mike and their two daughters have lived in Carlsbad for four years and say they love it. "Carlsbad is a beautiful village, has a small town feel and there are ocean views all around," she says. "It's costly to live here, but we have a choice and we choose to live right here. We hope to retire here; we really hope to."


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Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Jesus Medina


As published on carlsbad.patch.com; Dec. 1, 2010

Making a Noble Living in Carlsbad: Jesus Medina

If you live in Carlsbad, you know his tomatoes; now meet the man.



  Anyone who visits the Carlsbad Village Farmers Market knows the face, tomatoes and zucchini blossoms of Jesus Medina.

For the last 18 years or so, Medina has worked for Valdivia Farms, a family-run Carlsbad ranch on the corner of Tamarack and El Camino.
He credits his father-in-law and employer, Francisco Valdivia, with giving him the opportunity to raise his children here in Carlsbad. Medina calls Valdivia, a Carlsbad rancher for more than 40 years, the "epitome of the American dream."
When you talk with Medina, phrases such as "fortunate and blessed" and "honest hard work" are woven throughout his sentences.
Throughout the years, Medina has tried to give back to his community by coaching both baseball and football from the high school level down to little league.
There's no place in the world like Carlsbad, Medina says. "I couldn't ask for a better home town. ... and to put my kids through school on seeds, dirt, water and sun is a pretty noble living."

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the original, more subjective submission:

   Anyone that visits the Carlsbad Farmer’s Market knows the face, tomatoes and zucchini blossoms of Jesus Medina. 

For the last 18 years or so, Jesus has been with the family-run Carlsbad ranch, Valdivia Farms (on the corner of Tamarack and El Camino). Calling him the “epitome of the American dream”, Jesus is obviously admirable and proud of his father-in-law and employer, (a 40+ year Carlsbad rancher) Francisco Valdivia.

Medina credits Valdivia with affording him the opportunity to raise his children here in Carlsbad. “I couldn’t ask for a better home town… and to put my kids through school,” he adds, “on seeds, dirt, water and sun is pretty noble living.” 

When you talk with him, terms like “fortunate and blessed” and “honest hard work” are woven throughout his sentences. 

Carlsbad itself is fortunate and blessed to have Jesus Medina active in the community. Throughout the years, Medina has coached both baseball and football from the high school level down to little league. And when it comes to role models for children in our schools and community, it’s people like Jesus Medina that help preserve and encourage values like “hard work” and “honest living”. 

Medina says that there’s no place in the world like Carlsbad, California. I say that’s because it’s people here like him that make it this way.

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© 2010 dconder.llc

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Clara Evans


As published on carlsbad.patch.com; Nov. 28, 2010

Everyone Has a Story; Clara Evans Has an Extraordinary One

Meet the lady behind the artist.


   On any given weekend in front of Carlsbad Inn, you may find, as I did, artist Clara Evans.
Clara was born and raised in Amsterdam, immigrated to America, went back to Holland for college, then to North Carolina, Florida and finally California (Pacific Beach) where she's "been in the same house since 1958."  Much of her artwork draws on memories of these travels.
She commutes to Carlsbad from Pacific Beach on a regular basis. She'd love to live here and prefers Carlsbad "because it's such a peaceful [yet active] area." But one of her three sons and grandchildren are there in PB, so she's "staying close to them."
Clara's closeness with her family is deep-rooted. You see, when she was 9 years old and her parents were planning their immigration to America, her mom protested the date on the tickets that her dad brought home. Obeying his wife's wishes, he got them listed on a later departure on another ship. A few days later they learned that their original vessel had hit two German mines and sank within minutes in the North Sea. Clara declares that her family was certainly blessed that day and that they shed many tears together over the years for the families that lost their lives.
Whoever coined the phrase "Everyone has a story to tell" was spot on. It's true-life stories like Clara's that are in each of us. Some are grand, some are sublime, some are poignant, some are strange—and the list goes on. But the only way to hear the history and thoughts bottled up in that regular person next to you in line at the Farmers Market, walking along Carlsbad Boulevard or just sitting at the Carlsbad Inn art exhibit, is to ask. 

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the backstory...

I didn't get the bit about that fateful day until I had her show me some of her art. I noticed that in a number of pieces, she had renderings of the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse along with tiny, tiny printing. First, I asked about the lighthouse, "Well, that," she said, "is the first thing I remember seeing when we finally got to America." Then the tiny printing... "Those are all shipwrecks that happened along the North Carolina coast since they've been keeping records." Okay, fair enough. "You immigrated to America?" I asked, "How did that go?" Seeing the drawings of the lighthouse and the list of shipwrecks along with her using the word "finally" clued me in... and being the socially aware person that I am, I knew there HAD to have been an issue. And there was; and that's when she told me.

She couldn't remember many details but gave me enough to verify the events and here's what I found: I believe they were to sail on a Finnish military ship called the Ilmarinen. She had mentioned that her dad worked for a shipyard and that some big flagship vessel was to carry them to America- that's all she knew/could remember. The Ilmarinen is the only ship on record that has ever been struck by two German sea mines in the North Sea. This was in September 1941 and it was the flagship of the fleet.

Apparently, I believe, they were going to another port in the North Sea, then on to another ship headed for the shipyard at Cape Hattaras. I think she had/has no idea it was a military transport. Her father was most likely being transferred by the Finnish Navy to the US for who knows whatever reason. Being that she was nine, she didn't have all those details, and I guess was never really given them later in life.

At any rate, it was a major sinking to the Finnish military- their flagship vessel; 132 survived, 271 lost. The ship was completely submerged in seven minutes.

Everything I verified correlates to the few sketchy details she gave me in that brief interview, surrounded by her art on the side of the road.

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The Backstory on "People We'll Meet on the Street"

   On November 15, 2010, my column on carlsbad.patch.com officially launched. Called People We'll Meet on the Street, I modeled this series of real-people snippits after a documentary project I edited in 2006 for director David W. Gibbons. That project, 14 Days in Great Britain, won critical, yet limited acclaim.

For me, 14 Days is an experience, not just a video documentary. It's thought-provoking and inspires a broad stroke view of the world from the mouthes of common every-day folk.

© 2005 Lighthouse/Hursey
Along with the video crew, Gibbons had two still photographers on location doing both studio and environmental portraits for what was to be a heavy-bound coffee table book. It's these environmental portraits done by LA photographer Dana Hursey that literally took my breath away when I first saw them. And today, they still do.

So when the opportunity came up to get onboard with the local patch.com bureau (an AOL venture), I presented this modified and localized concept of 14 Days to Carlsbad editor Deanne Goodman: Done as a weekly column; like Gibbons, I would simply go out on the town and talk to people. Like Hursey, I would (attempt) to take an awesome environmental portrait them.

Goodman agreed and the column is underway.


© 2010 dconder.llc
Now, it's easier to describe these stories in terms of what they are not rather than what they are: They are not news. There may be some local and timely insight from time-to-time, but this is opinion. Simple as that. Some will be commonplace, some will be extraordinary. That's life. Some will be posted on Patch. Some will not.

As new articles come online, whether it be through patch.com, other national media or my local desktop, I'll bounce them to this blog along with a little more backstory, if any. You can follow along here, or use this direct link to the column on Patch: People We'll Meet on the Street.

Unfortunately, Gibbons' 14 Days Project has been put on indefinite hiatus due to funding; and DVD copies of the documentary are all but extinct.

There are a few archival links still online that will give you a feel for what this endeavor was all about:
For more about 14 Days in Great Britain:
          http://www.steppinoutnewmexico.com/printout.php?articleid=341

To inquire about the 14 Days Project: info@davidgibbons.org
For more about patch.com: www.patch.com/about

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