All posts filed under: Color

I Wish It Would Rain


It’s the little things. That you find. In the dark. Usually fallen leaves stick to a wet car. That usually means rain has fallen. Not this time. We’ve had no rain for weeks. This is rough. On the animals. On the plants and veggies. On me. It’s not that I live for rain. I’m like anyone else. Too much is too much. But, the sky is muddy. It is not the normal blue. The light is overly filtered. The color tends to fade to brownish. And, it gets hard to breath. Not for me. But for some. The heat and dryness are very odd for The Gulf Coast region. What I fear most will probably come to pass. An extra month of heat added to a very hot summer. A few years ago, in July, I was photographing a second line. It did not start on time. Even though I sat in the shade, stayed very hydrated and didn’t move about too much, by the time it started I was starting to wobble. I knew …

Fragility


I found a flower. A tiny translucent thing. I’ve seen them before. When they are a little older. They are pale yellow. This one is young. You can see through its petals. It is such a gentle thing that I was afraid to get too near. Enjoy it as it is. I’m certain that if someone doesn’t pick it, it won’t look quite like it did when I made the picture. And, that’s one of the best things about photography. We stop time. As it was. For a  millisecond. I’ve been thinking about two other things. I think that I’ve been going too far in post production. Unless I am truly making a piece of art that is beyond the real world as I saw it, I’m stretching things out too much. I’m a photographer. Not a painter. And. Tom Wolfe. Where are the words from all the writers who read Storyteller? I’m guessing that many of you are youngish, you’ve never read him. You should. Most of you fancy yourselves to be rule breakers. …

Smallness


Now that I’ve been seeing things again… I see everything. Little things. Tiny things. Details of huge things. This little weed — at least that’s what’s it’s called by people who manicure their lawns — is smaller than a U.S. dime. That’s our ten-cent piece to those of you who don’t speak in American English. A cent is like… oh, never mind. 🙂 I think of these so-called weeds as just another flower. In nature. Like all flowers, they are built to spread pollen and therefore, themselves. They may hurt the greenness of some people’s lawns, but they don’t hurt me. Or, most other people. This all came to me while I was watching a bit of a CBS new program called 60 Minutes. It was a rather long story that dealt with animal genetics, how to breed better animals, how to have an adoptee raised by other animal parents and whether less genetically endowed animals should be given some kind of birth control. Of, fer gosh sakes. (This is a family blog) Animals have been …

Numbers


I learned something yesterday. That’s not unusual. The older I get, the less I know. So, somewhere along the line I’ve got to be learning. What I learned sort of stunned and saddened me all in one. I am in a lot of LinkedIn groups. Some are artistic. Some are business oriented. Others are about SEO and growing your online audience. That’s where I learned something. Someone asked about auto-posting and scheduling. Someone else suggested a site called HootSuite. Depending on your subscription, you can auto schedule everything. Then, there was one level that allows you to auto schedule “content.’ The word content as it is used today has always made me queasy. It seems that I’m not a photographer. I’m a content creator. Same with a writer or musician. They don’t create what it is they do. They create content. It doesn’t stop there. Oh no. HootSuite suggests that you clip and past content that you might find interesting all over the web as a method of growing your fans or followers. It doesn’t …

The Face


  Eyes. They say that eyes are the window the soul. I believe that to be true. I think most portraits should be simple. See into the person. See what they are about. See who they are. I’ve been using this little girl’s eyes as a design element. After discussing the eyes with a number of you, I thought it would be a good idea to show the portrait. I cropped they original image to get this tight image. The background information just cluttered the important part of the picture — her eyes. Then, me being me, I had to tinker with the image until I arrived at this point. My vision was fairly simple. I wanted the final image to look ancient. I wanted it to look beaten up, like it had been buried somewhere. You have to understand that I’m easily influenced. I have been watching a couple of archeology-based shows on various streaming services. The information sort of went into my brain through my eyes. I had to dump it somewhere. So… …

Experiment Number Two


A little more experimentation. A little more trickery in post production. And, a lot of red. Once again, I combined something man-made with something found in nature. The component that was found in nature is easy to identify. It’s a tree. I’ll let you guess about the man-made object. It’s fairly common. But, I doubt many people think about it. I’ve been wondering about something lately. I was talking to a new follower in comments. She said something about when she was “into photography.” I asked her why she stopped. She replied with the usual reasons which came down to “life got in the way.” This started me thinking about bloggers I haven’t read or seen in a long time. I went to my follower list and sure enough… about half the people that I follow haven’t posted anything in a six months to a year. That likely means, that they won’t blog again. I’m on the fence about removing them. One one hand, what does it matter if they are there? On the other …

Pure Color


I made this. Well, I assembled it in post production from four individual pictures. One of the most dominating pictures is something that might not even occur to you. We use a Nespresso machine around this place. Some people think it’s a little pricey to use everyday. I don’t. We like good coffee. If we went out to drink it, we’d spend about $20.00 a day. And, there would be the sunk time. This costs about $1.80 a day because I don’t buy Nespresso-branded coffee. I buy better coffee for less money. I drink it at home and I keep working. What does our coffee habit have to do with this picture? Check out the picture carefully. You’ll see coffee pods throughout. When we get a new shipment of pods we just toss them into a bowl. I believe that no matter what the manufacturer says about the blend, they all taste about the same. But, they package them in different color pods. I had no choice but to photograph them in the bowl. That’s …

Shapes


Shapes. In nature. I could try to make the same ones. I wouldn’t come close. It’s best that I just make photographs of what I see. And, show them to you. This is a walking picture. With the dog who sees things. The light was wonderful. Strong and low, with deep shadows. I stopped and made the picture. What else could I do? There isn’t much more to say. The picture says it all. Except. You knew I had a little more in me. I haven’t made a picture like this in a long, long time. I haven’t really seen this way in many moons. Once upon a time, a young designer called me “The Dean of Clean.” That’s how I saw. How I made pictures. Even how I design. I see to have gotten away from it a little bit. Since I’m reworking my website yet again, it’s time to remember who I am. Clean design. Not too many pictures. Certainly not enough to overwhelm the viewer. Minimal. On point. Clean. Clear.    

A Child’s Art


Once upon a time, I found some kind of hand-made folk art on a tennis court. It was kind of spooky. It looked like a voodoo spell being casted. Some of you may remember it. Well, not this time. A toddler made this for me. It was her gift to me. But, she didn’t want it to be moved even though it was made in a public space. So, I asked her if I could photograph it. You can see the obvious answer. She thought it was really cool. Yes. That was the word she used. Now, she wants a print of it for her room. How much should I charge a four-year old? I’m thinking one cookie and a hug. Everybody needs a toddler’s hug. That’s about it. Little Miss arranged the flowers and twigs. All I did was document her art, crop it and clean it up a bit in post production. By the way, what I’m calling flowers are nature’s flowers. In most places they are called weeds. They drop pollen and make you …

A Portrait


A portrait. This photograph is inspired by Debra at Breathlighter who commented something about my giving artistic credit to a dog. This dog. She’s a cocker spaniel who demands that I take her for walks. So, walk we do. All over the place. Some walks are long. Some are short. Some take just enough time for to “take care of business.” The picture. She hopped up on the bed — she’s allowed to do that — and I decided to make a few portraits. Since I can’t leave well enough alone, I tinkered with the original file until I made this photograph. I’m actually not so sure about this picture. She looks sort of mean. She’s anything but that. She never met a human that she didn’t like. She likes cats. She likes some dogs.