It was l’heure bleu. I had run out, camera in hand, as the sun broke through the clouds late in the afternoon. Five minutes later it dipped below a heavy bank on the horizon and the light fell quickly. I took many blurry pictures trying to find a compromise between ISO, aperture, and shutter speed.
I don’t know what imparted a lavender-blue tinge to these weedy grasses, but they practically glowed in the twilight.
There’s a whole world of beauty at our feet. I challenge you to go for a walk this afternoon. Take a watch with you and stop every five minutes and just look at what’s on the ground nearby. Even if you expect to see ugliness, look carefully. You may be surprised. (As always, kindly embiggen the image.)
I can’t paint, but if I could, my landscapes would look like this: an arcane map of the world. (Enlarge for full enjoyment.)
I have always been partial to greening bronze, and ~ as shown here ~ it looks especially great in late afternoon light. Again, please view the big version.
I continue to experiment with HDR tools. This image combines four handheld exposures. The thumbnail version does not do this image justice… please enlarge!
The late afternoon light made its mazy way through some curtains in a dazzling display of moiré. Please have a look at the large version to best appreciate the color and pattern.
It wasn’t until I looked at this image on my computer that I saw the “N” in the center.
Sometimes the frame is more interesting than the painting. That’s true for windows too.
The calligraphy of a vine and the withered wisps of leaves seem like the last traces of an elegant writing system since abandoned. Or maybe it’s a music score, in an unfamiliar notation, that has yet to be performed.
This image just feels too easy. It’s almost embarrassing: simple, graphic, bright. But it makes little pleasure neurons in my head go *ping* so I don’t care if it’s a cliché.