For today’s assignment, I chose some of my favorite ‘doubles’. Enjoy!
For today’s assignment I was inspired by the storm clouds building over the house. As I snapped away at the clouds, I realized the edges of the roof created a frame of the clouds, trees, and sky
I used the same technique for this older photo showing rain dripping off the roof.
The two photo’s below were taken while we were on vacation in South Texas. A little less experimental.
I reserve the right for a re-do. I struggled with today’s assignment, mainly because I do my assignments after I get off work or in the early evening, and I had little to work with (including imagination). I added a few old photos just because. Let’s start with wild and crazy.
Last mother’s day I received a beautiful hummingbird feeder with a colorful swirled glass bulb for the nectar. As an experiment, I held it in front of a few different objects. The top one is in front of one of our apple tree blossoms. Sort of reminds me of over-exposed film.
This is the same hummingbird feeder, looking through the apple tree limbs. Sort of creepy, like maybe it should be the poster of a horror movie
My beautiful kitten Siggy watched me from the front window, so I decided to capture photo of her. I wanted a reflection of the yard but the ugly red drapes made it difficult to see much.
Now for the oldies.
This one was taken at a lighthouse in Maine. Can’t say much, except there is a window involved.
Last but not least, a view of the setting sun outside my car window. Pleasant dreams.
My grandparents never threw anything away. By today’s standards, they might have been considered hoarders, although the overflow was confined to sheds, dressers, and cabinet drawers. They were a product of The Great Depression, believers in the notion that you never knew when something might be useful.
As a child, rummaging through my grandmother’s treasurers was one of my favorite past-times. No doubt this led to my love of old things. I’m not an antique collector, or a real collector of any kind; however, over the years I have acquired a great number of ‘treasures’ of my own, many of which live in an old second-hand china cabinet with only three legs.
Whether it is my daughter’s origami, mementos from my first cruise, or my mother’s china; my treasurers connect me to my past, both good times and bad.
One of my shelves is devoted almost entirely to shot glasses. These remind me of the places I have been and the fun times I had traveling.
I don’t know the story behind my father’s collection of Toby mugs but I have several of these in various sizes.
If I had to choose from among all the things I treasure, I would choose the letters my mother wrote to my grandmother while she and my father traveled from job-to-job. Some were written before I was born, some soon after when I was still with them, and the remaining few were written just before she was diagnosed with cancer. She died before my second birthday and these letters are the only way I know her.
I love landscapes, although I rarely do justice to the beauty that captivates the natural eye. For this assignment, I chose several of my favorite landscape photographs to showcase, including a few that were used for previous Photo 101 themes.
My first two photos were taken last summer (August 2015) in The Badlands National Park, South Dakota. This stark area earned it’s name. The rock formations were formed from wind and rain erosion and there is little vegetation. If you ignore the greenery in the foreground, I imagine this is what the moon would look like.
On this same trip, we drove through the Colorado Rockies. The towering peaks never cease to amaze me.
As we drove down the highway, we came across a creek of melted mountain snow.
Several years ago we visited The Arches National Park in Moab, Utah. The sandstone formations are incredible.
The golden grassland of Nebraska.
Waves breaking on the shore of Galveston Bay, Texas
An Oklahoma Sunset
The Colorado Rockies provide the ‘scale’ of today’s photos. Their massive frame drapes everything around them.
Humans experience time as a series of continuous moments, all strung together. One moment feeds the next and we don’t notice where one ends and the other begins. What makes a photograph special is that it captures a single, unobserved moment before it disappears forever.
This photograph was taken at Galveston Beach. It was April 20, 2013, late in the day. My first trip to Galveston and the first time to the shore after a very long absence. The day was filled with motion: sea gulls hovering over the water and swooping down to catch a small fish; waves rushing to the shore, only to recede and re-form; families splashing in the cool Gulf waters, or simply strolling along the sandy beach in search of sea shells. In the snap of a camera, this moment came and went. This moment was unique, and this photo is the only remnant that it ever existed.
I love black and white photography, and enjoy taking picture of architecture. Unfortunately, I had to resort to using existing photos but I found several that capture the theme of Architecture in Monochrome. I hope you enjoy them.
This first photo is Pemaquid Point Lighthouse in Bristol Maine. This is actually the second Pemaquid Lighthouse, build in 1835. The first was constructed in 1827 and used salt water in the mortar mix, which eventually began to crumble. This lighthouse can be found on the National Register of Historic Places, reference number 85000843
To reach the top of the lighthouse, you have to walk up this 3-story winding staircase. This is a view from the top of the tower looking down.
This old monastery in Mission, Texas is near the banks of the Rio Grande. I think it might be La Lomita Mission, but I can’t be sure. My husband and I wanted to safely see the Rio Grande while we were there. Our hotel desk clerk gave us directions to a retiree RV Park right on the river. This monastery was one of the waypoints. The clerk said it was haunted.
This is Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Galveston, Texas. Originally built in 1884, Sacred Heart was once the largest church in Texas. The original church was destroyed by a hurricane in 1900 and rebuilt in 1904.
I don’t remember where this was taken. It is another magnificent church building. I couldn’t get a good photo from a distance, so I decided to take one looking straight up.
March in Oklahoma can be described as drabby brown and moldy green. Dormant winter plants have barely begun to break the ground. Dead leaves cling to the trees. There isn’t much color to be found this time of year, except for the vibrant pink redbud trees that have taken bloom. Finding a slash of color among the dreariness of winter was no easy task.
What lurks in the hidden darkness of the ocean? Things we cannot hear. Things that have no smell. Things that move so quickly that we wonder, is there really something there, or is it just our imagination? All we can do is watch and wait, knowing all the while that by the time we see whatever it is, it could be too late.