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.
Edward Burtynsky is a world-renowned Canadian photographer who specializes in industrial landscapes. His series on quarries is incredible as are all of his other works.
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.
Rachel Papo’s collection of photographs of female Israeli soldiers: Serial Number 3817131 is fascinating and I’m working hard to come up with a way to describe it.
Here’s a cute Israeli girl with braces talking on her cell phone with a rather large rifle slung over her shoulder. The complexity of the back story for these images is fantastic: mandatory military service in Israel, the legendary tough Israeli army, the modern world of cell phones and popular culture, coupled with beautiful women, all captured in a way that could be fashion photography but it’s not. It’s complex and that makes it all the more interesting.
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Smithsonian Magazine has posted the winners in their 3rd annual Photo Contest. Spectacular photography.
I’m standing on the corner of 42nd St. and Avenue of the Americas just inside Bryant Park, looking uptown through the “canyon” with the Empire State Building reflection on the side of one of its walls. Combine glass building surfaces and close proximity and you get fascinating views, uptown, downtown, and both simultaneously.
I don’t smoke, never have, and probably never will. However, at parties when the smokers go outside, I tend to follow. Why? The smokers are interesting people with great stories and kind hearts. I felt so strongly about this that I married one*. This is her hand and cigarette on 7th Avenue in New York.
*Don’t take that literally, I did not marry Anne because she was a smoker, but the fact that she was did not deter me.
Standing on the island in the middle of Times Square (New York) I caught a glimpse of Anne reflected in Bill’s sunglasses. I took the shot quickly before Bill could complain and didn’t notice the mother dragging her reluctant son behind Anne. You can see an ad for Avenue Q, the play we had just seen behind the mother and son.
5th Avenue was decked out in tulips for the Easter parade and celebration today. I asked Anne (ignorantly) if those bulbs had wintered in the big flower pots and she said probably, not, they were “forced.” I’m thinking guy with a gun saying “get into those pots or else!”
Note: we were on our way across town to see a matinee of Avenue Q which is an absolutely fantastic show, highly recommended.