The wonder of revision

Found, recovered, reposted, and explained.

Then, I noticed that the colors seemed more washed out than I had intended.

Here’s a better version.  Maybe I’m just being picky.


Buried, part 1

Buried within my archives are a few treasures.  I’m surprised that I captured, photographed, or produced an image.  But there they sit, forgotten on my hard drive or an earlier post on WordPress–and buried beneath the endless prospect of yesterday’s photographs.

I have favorite photographs.  Most of the time, they remain consistent.  But frequently I favor and then reconsider as favorites my photographs.  While most of us would recognize the sin of claiming a favorite child or a favorite wife, whenever I think of the photographs I’ve taken, a few readily come to mind as my best or my favorite.  I will, from time to time, bring them back to the surface in order to discuss them, explain them, or make them more visible for visitors.

The photo below is one of those “favorites.”  Admitting this exposes me in several ways (far beyond having a public portfolio).  Perhaps I’ve chosen poorly.  Perhaps my choice reveals something about me beyond what I intend to share.  Perhaps you will simply disagree with me.

I would include this photo in my professional portfolio.  I believe that it shows potential and vision.  It shows style.  And many aspects of the photo are accidental.  I’ve posted it in my flickr account, on deviantart, and it even is in my archive here.  Why it’s at the top:  the setting was decadent.  The weather and lighting was spectacular.  The model a very happy, positive, and attractive lady.  The fountain, an idea, and the model drove the composition.  Only afterward, did I really notice the sunglasses, the shirt, and the lighting.  And then I see the people in the background.  The man with the striped shirt.  The water (everywhere–more than I had remembered).  And the illusion (still unsure if it worked as well as I wanted).

One thing I’m sure of:  I’d take this photo again.  And again.  And again.

After the Storm–A Final Show

Everyone watched with disbelief and awe as Sandy drove Northward in an impossible curve.  Landfall was anybody’s guess.  Storm events like that are not fun for anybody, and the effects of Sandy we’ll feel for a long time.

Down in Virginia, the day began with moderate-to-heavy rain and 39F.  Frigid and wet.  By the time I got back to the apartment toward the end of the day, the temperature had risen to 46F, the rain had stopped, and the clouds following the remnants of Sandy were spectacular.

Here’s a sunset shot–and yes, this composition is true to the original image, even though it appears to contain clouds from a different sky.  Click on it to view on black.

Therapy, Essential Nature

Therapy (02):

It’s been an interesting weekend.  I haven’t gotten out much; instead, I’ve been working inside the apartment, doing all the things I have to do to keep myself fed, clothed, healthy, and relatively happy.  But the other side of the equation is the endless stream of homework that I am digesting.

So when I had enough of looking at whiteboards and equations, I decided I needed to get outside.  And more than just five minutes on the porch.  So I went to the Petersburg National Battlefield and did a walkabout/driveabout.  It was sublime today–about 66F with a very light breeze.  And the lighting was even better.  As I smelled and breathed the air, I was refreshed.  As I looked at the colors and communed with Nature, I was renewed.  Thoreau was so very aware of the essential quality to Nature:

“THIS IS A delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense, and imbibes delight through every pore. I go and come with a strange liberty in Nature, a part of herself. As I walk along the stony shore of the pond in my shirt-sleeves, though it is cool as well as cloudy and windy, and I see nothing special to attract me, all the elements are unusually congenial to me. The bullfrogs trump to usher in the night, and the note of the whip-poor-will is borne on the rippling wind from over the water. Sympathy with the fluttering alder and poplar leaves almost takes away my breath; yet, like the lake, my serenity is rippled but not ruffled.” (Link / Citation) (Thoreau, 5.  “Solitude”)

Now the bounty.  These show a sliver of what I experienced today.  I have more photos of the “battle” aspect of the battlefield; those I will post tomorrow.  No need to have weapons of war among this set.

What a wonderful day it was, outside today; full of wonder.

There Aren’t Many Like This

Rough day.  I’m under the weather and first up today was a rough test that shouldn’t have been that rough.

But before I stepped out to face the day, I saw a unique glow outside my window–THAT glow.  The glow that appears sometimes at sunrise or sunset–the glow with which mother nature announces “PAY ATTENTION–I have something to show you!”  I do not recall confirming the glow, but I soon had my D300 in-hand and stepped out to capture this sunrise.

After the long day, I returned to the apartment and saw the camera on my desk–a reminder to myself to check the photos.  I’m glad I left the camera where I did.  With everything that happened today, I had forgotten about the sunrise.

Looking at it again, I see how amazing the world is–if we take the time to pay attention.

Stop It, You Two

Actually don’t stop.  I love to watch!

Over the past few days, I’ve watched the slow, sultry dance of the moon as she takes full opportunity of the pre-dawn light to get ever closer to her partner Venus.  This morning was cool and calm, and as I admired the two above, I realized that I had just enough time to mount the camera to the tripod.  Encounters, mounting, and privacy.  Was this photography or 50 Shades of Grey?


This is the second time I’ve captured the two hanging out together in the early morning sky.  The first was exactly 30 days ago!  How far have we traveled around the sun since then?  How far has the moon traveled around us as we’ve traveled around the sun?  And how many kisses have the moon and Venus shared in relative secrecy while those below (not in the Army) slept in?

Three I’ll post today.