Look at this epicness Does he care that it’s spring and yet there is snow on the ground? Well, maybe a little. Bird photography, so many people walking around, cradling their telephoto lenses, lightly illuminated by the early morning sun, looking for birds. And I, I stand on my snow-covered deck in my socks and PJs (I do not make wise choices) to snap some photos of birds who forgot to read the weather report. First Robin of Spring, not even close. I’ve tried to become more intentional with my photography. More planning, less reacting. Yet, the photos I enjoy the most are the ones I don’t plan out, even…
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Sitting in the dentist’s chair this morning while having my teeth cleaned, the TV mounted for my enjoyment was showing a slideshow of photos taken by the dentist. Welcoming the fact that a dental cleaning actually gives you an excuse not to make small talk, I instead critiqued the photos. Beautiful locations stretching from Canada to Mexico, but my eyes zeroed in on the midday lighting in most of them. No filter or editing to tame the highlights, haze in the background of several mountain photos, photos with no clear subject. I could go on and on. Until I kicked myself—mentally, of course. The dental hygienist had no clue of…
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A week or two (or three?) back, my husband and I started taking morning walks — part sunrise hunt, part attempt at pretending we’re “morning people.” With autumn finally showing up and a new camera lens to test out, these walks have quickly become a favorite way to start the day. The combination of cool air, warm light, and a bit of time together makes it hard not to stop every few steps just to take another photo. Of course it only lasted a few morning seeing that it ended up eating into our schedule too much. Plus, I’m not a “morning” person. I’m awake, but not functional. Like the…
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Have we ever truly answered why certain things—photos, in this case—appeal to some people and not to others? What makes two individuals look at the same image and notice entirely different details? A play of light, a shape, figures seated in isolation will catch my eye. I can barely raise my camera fast enough to compose the scene and capture that fleeting moment in time. How many times have I uploaded photos into Lightroom—often stumbling across ones I’d forgotten to process (oops)—and spent time tweaking and editing in an attempt to recapture the moment, only to realize that they hold little appeal for others? Yet somehow, the photos I took…
