blues.
blue [blo͞o]
an effect of light with a wavelength between 450-500 nanometers
It’s been a week of blue. From the polls to the skies to the frozen lakes shimmering in the early morning sun.
Be kind to one another.
Winter…
Tag: snow
A Winter Morning…
[stärk] stark
bare in appearance or outline
When nothing compares to the silence and you’re the first tracks on a winter morning as falling snow shrouds the mountains.
A case…
for blinkies.
Creativity takes courage.
Henri Matisse
The words of one of my mentors often creeps into my mind.
“Sheryl, first learn the rules then break them!” She’s a painter but much of it still applies as we look at composition and style.
For example…the nose and the eyes must be in focus. When photographing in snow make sure that your highlight blinkies aren’t flashing indicating that you’ve lost detail in the brightest parts of the image.
Heavy sigh…
I’m always more inspired when I take a painterly approach to my dog photography. I’m all about the moments and the emotion expressed in those moments.
I love lost and found lines and not having every detail tack sharp; a sentiment that not everyone shares.
In this image the “snow P” is taking every ounce of enjoyment that he can in his dash through the deep, freshly fallen snow.
Blinkies on? Flashing like mad!
Eyes in focus? Not a chance with all that flying snow!
Today’s thought is take every opportunity to be creative. Try things. Shoot one way then do the opposite. Don’t let the rules and your head get in the way.
Show me what you’ve got!
Dreams of a powder day…
are never far away as the season slowly kicks off.
Keep your face always towards sunshine and shadows will fall behind you.
Walt Whitman
Images like this bring back memories of the most blissful of days. Gliding slowly uphill, keeping a close eye out for fresh powder, pristine and as yet unblemished by those who worship at the church of the chair.
Some may say the idolatry is blasphemous but for one who pays homage to snow in all of its forms I can only say “How much closer to God can you be?” On this day I can recall the silence, it was a day of such bountiful beauty that the spoken word seemed intrusive. It was a day for silence broken only by the whir of the chairlift and the hiss of the board as it slid its way through the fresh snow.
Children of the snow…church of the chair and as a good friend would tell me “When it’s this deep, keep your tip up!”
As she disappeared down through the trees following a line spotted from the chair, I can still hear her laughter pealing like church bells through the silence…
it's (almost always) about the water... 