Friends and photography buddies:
After a long hiatus away, I thought that I would make a final stop at my blog to bid all of you, my friends, adieu. I have decided to take a good, long break from photography to focus on some other things and exciting changes in my life. Sometimes in the next week, I will disable this blog, but I wish all of you well in your blogging adventures. Thank you for all the comments, likes, and encouraging me every step of the way!
This portrait was taken on an overcast day, on the Singel Canal.
We were parked behind this floating flower market, eating brunch and observing the passerbys. This particular shopper seemed overwhelmed by the possibilities, and I by the photographic opportunity.
“If you think dogs can’t count, try putting three dog biscuits in your pocket and then giving Fido only two of them.”
This happy guy was one of many dogs up for adoption in a local SPCA, where I worked for about one year, doing pet portraits to increase the chances of adoption. I would entice them out of their kennels (wasn’t too hard, as long as I had a smile on my face and a treat in hand) and bring them into a grassy enclosure, where they would run around while I snapped away. The cats seemed okay with my posing them with a tiny backdrop and props. The dogs – not so much.
If you’re interested in getting a pet, consider adopting first! http://www.petfinder.com
Mei Lan, the newborn panda at the Atlanta zoo, was all the rage that year. She was adorable, chubby, uncoordinated – all the things a sweet newborn should be! And so much personality! She responded to our gasps of excitement and admiration by tumbling around, over the branches and staring at us with utter fascination.
Glorious, beautiful ice surrounded my house one morning.
The most unnerving thing about icy mornings is the inability to get your traction.
A beautiful, colorful fish in a Las Vegas aquarium.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to
play with your hair. ~Kahlil Gibran
My feelings about my photographs, especially immediately after I take them, are always mixed. Sometimes I love them, sometimes I hate them, and other times I just need to get some distance from them before I look at them with a fresh set of eyes. I’ve often felt that these photographs are an extension of myself, almost an autobiography, and I feel they have to be an exact rendition of my perspective. If not, I ignore or delete an entire set of photographs, often without even looking at them in depth.
These photographs of the bamboo forest in Kamakura were taken in 2009, and I have often looked at that folder with disdain and total reluctance. I opened it for the first time today and delightfully discovered that perhaps I unfairly judged myself, and the bamboo forest, too soon.