So, so different. A Year Ago: Barn Roof The sun was shining and although the temperature never got up to 40F, I still determined that I needs must get outside… [read more]
So, so different. A Year Ago: Barn Roof The sun was shining and although the temperature never got up to 40F, I still determined that I needs must get outside… [read more]
They tell me that this winter was the third-warmest one on record, and I believe it. Today was lovely, sunny and warm. Still, winter is winter, and there are dried leaves everywhere. Apparently, I have a thing for dried leaves. A Year Ago: Slice of Focus Shot at ISO500, 1/125, f/2.8. … [read more]
Holy God, it’s another brown picture. It would be enough to make a person despair, if it weren’t for those little nubbins, the leaf-buds. Nature is promising us Spring. Even the trees are living in hope. A Year Ago: Tent Rock Wall Despite overcast skies, we spent a wonderful hour and a half exploring Tent…
Here’s the remains of a season past holding the seeds of a season to come. I try to be mindful that everything that looks like an ending may also be a beginning. I’d also like to tip my hat to Amazon, who sent me a replacement lens post-haste—even before I returned the original—and made it…
I can’t remember ever before longing for the end of winter quite as much as I have this season.
Truly, without my camera and my determination to seek out beauty, winter would be dreadful for me. So it is with this unfurled scroll of dried leaves. The colors of winter, pale browns and greens and grays, appear utterly luscious to me in this image. There is a softness and fragility to these organic structures…
There is light. There is warmth. There is growth. There is an end to winter. A Year Ago: Thank You DMV Three words you don’t hear together very often! I had to go down to Georgetown to deal with some car bureaucracy: two hours of my life I’ll never get back.… [read more]
Most beginning photography texts caution against shooting into the light and for good reason. Direct sun tends to bounce around inside a lens’s optics and create all sorts of unpleasant artifacts like flare and local loss of contrast. And although there may be some areas of the image that are washed out, the rest of…
The year draws to a close. A leaf — once a bud, then green and fresh and juicy, now fallen, caught, weathered leathery and freckled — shows us what marks the passage of time. Even this can be beautiful. And though the days are already growing longer, winter has just begun. Tiny flakes are falling…
It’s winter, never mind what the calendar says. We’ve had unseasonably cold and harsh weather in DC. I’ve been spending a lot of time indoors, avoiding the bluster and blow that I find especially unpleasant. (Really, I can tolerate just about any kind of weather as long as it’s not windy.) On one of my…