Our photogenic little swamp maple is just popping baby leaves and the afternoon sun allowed me to get under it and get some shots of leaves with light behind them.
The peaches are finally popping so I put the big lens on the camera, put the camera on the tripod and tip-toed through the dewy backyard in slippers and bathrobe to attempt an early morning image of peach blossoms waking up.
This image is cropped. Tomorrow I’ll go back out with a macro lens and do it right.
We were down in Waterbury, Connecticut, a small city an hour south of us, standing in the parking lot after dinner out and I noticed the sky and clouds were changing color rapidly. I got my camera out, switched lenses and took some shots and as I was scanning I caught this pole with transformers and wires. The sky/cloud shots were terrible. This was the keeper. Go figure.
I had just exited the subway on my way to another train north toward home when I noticed that the main room at Grand Central Station looked darker than usual, almost sepia and that sepia light was reflecting on the marble countertop. This reminded me that my parents and their parents probably stood at this very counter and bought tickets. Then I snapped out of it, put the camera down on the counter and took a shot, then raced to my train.
My father served in the US Army during World War II and was stationed in Europe. This little Zeiss Ikon was the camera he used to record his everyday life over there and I have a box of prints that give me a glimpse of that life. My father is gone now but this camera and those prints act like a wormhole on that significant time in the history of his world and of our world.
This photograph was inspired by carlosluis, one of my favorite flickr photographers.