Sometimes you get to photograph something that won’t pass this way again.
Here we have a photo of snow on a mountain side. The ridge line seems to be dividing the storm from where it was coming down on the far side and, as it made it’s way from the mountain behind it and crossed the valley between them, lost its punch and died out as it came across to the near side.
Question! Is this image a photo of a real mountain? You tell me…
We finally got a little snow this past weekend, but most of it was ice, which was a good thing; for kids that is.
Sleigh riding on the roads, down hills and foot skating down driveways. Yeah, I did a little of the driveway foot skating, and never fell once. Wife didn’t like it so much though, but she didn’t yell at me. She just would not watch.
Then, late in the afternoon, I heard someone being called and I saw this boy slowly walking through the yard to go home. I could tell by the way he looked how he felt. I was the same way when I was at that age. The only thing that I didn’t like about days like this was going home when Mom called.
Ah shucks, Mom. We can eat anytime. I don’t want to come in yet. Yes, Mam. I’m coming…
I was waiting for my wife to come out of a market one evening, when I noticed this tree line.
It seemed that the light, which was off to the side, was shining only on these trees. The forground had some light to it, but the area from the trees on back was in darkness. I could not help but think B&W photography.
Of course I always have a camera with me. So I got it out and set it on the window ledge of the door. I composed a scene that I felt would fit into an 8 x 10 image, and made three exposures. This is the one that I liked best.
Isn’t it amazing that one can find something to photograph even when sitting in a most uneventful place like a market parking lot. Of course, like I always say, “If you are not looking, you will never see.”
Yeah, I confess, I was looking… :-)
NOTE: To get a different take on this photo, click on the image to view it in a black setting...
We haven’t had to many chances to see the colors of Winter, at least until now. Just a week ago, when I viewed this scene, I thought that this could very well look like an early Spring or a late Fall image, except for the small area of snow.
Even in times like this, it makes you realize that even in Winter months one can view colors of another time even in the midst of what normally is a colorless season. However, I’ve come to realize that even during Winter that there are moments of time that need to be captured and this is an example of that thought.
What one sees is not always what you think. Yeah, this is a true “Sign Of Winter”.
Heading East, from Cumberland, on I68 you will top a mountain where you will see this - a flag on a pole sticking out of a lone tree.
I have seen the flag in a tattered shape, but someone must be taking care of it as the flag is changed when the need arises. I have no idea of who it is or even why they started flying the flag in such a place in the first place.
I’ve tried several times to capture the flag from different angles while driving past and I have never come up with something that I liked. Until now.
When I saw what the image was like, I knew that this called for a B&W photo, but it had to be somewhat different. I had played around with the “holga” effect before in Photoshop Elements and I felt that this image was a good subject for the action. For me, this is what I wanted.
So, here it is. We have a flag portraying old time values and showing it as an image taken with an old time camera, and it’s just like the title says, “The Flag by Holga!”
I was down on the Mall Christmas week and I was doing some window and street photography. While standing on one corner photographing some people I heard from off to the side, “See anything good to photograph?”
I turned to see this gentleman and dog sitting on the Baltimore St. stage. I smiled and said, “always.” I started to walk over and as I did I raised my camera at them and took this photograph. Sonny is the dog and his owner said that he doesn’t trust to many people.
I talked gently to Sonny and let him sniff my hand as the man told me about how he bought the dog from someone who would hit him on the head with a rolled up newspaper every time the dog did something that he didn’t like.
After a few minutes I was able to pet the dog and even was able to rub his head and scratch his chin. As I sopped and pulled back Sonny made a little whine and lifted his paw out to me as if to say, “don’t go”. I didn’t.
I found out from listening to the man talk that they go everywhere together. Sonny sticks by the man’s side and does not like to be left alone. I think this gentleman feels the same about Sonny. I’ve seen them before and I could believe real easy how the two are inseparable.
This image has now become my favorite street photo. I think that when I do go into retirement in a couple of months that I’m going to spend some more time on the streets talking with, and photographing, the people who live, work and play in downtown Cumberland.