Sunlight is never the same. It glimmers through the trees in the mist in this photograph, giving it a somewhat abstract dimension, in a black and white of shadows and trees and mornng sunlight. One of those times when I enjoy playing with aperature and speed and see what develops.
Fallen leaves in Oregon. We miss so much if we don’t look around, up and down, see the shapes, the curves, the possibility of colors.
Shapes and angles and curves again. Magnified droplets caught on a web. I got a pretty awesome series of these images. A little of the abstract aspects in nature.
Another “Poe” moment with this blackbird. Had to play with the abstract with him screeching at everybody walking along the jetty in Florida. He perched there, squawking away.
March. Blustery, perfect weather for kite-flying at the beach. I found this kite to be particularly fun to watch as it dipped and swayed, agaist a perfect, clear blue sky. Looked like a beautiful bird.
Always take a lot of photos of peacocks when in Florida. Make this one into an abstract. Such exotic colors. Photography is not a cut and dried kind of thing. But it’s like writing. Research first, know the rules, understand the basics and the equipment, then break or bend them for present the story you want to tell, whether it comes to writing or photographing, or whatever the medium may be.
Colors all around us. It’s all in the details – lines, colors, texture. And in the fall there’s more depth of color than ever.