Another shot of our irises- this time a group of three in black and white.
I’ve posted photos of this book of sermons by my great-grandfather, Rev. Andrew J. Mowatt, previously here, but yesterday I took a few more for a photo assignment for my AAUW photography group. I’ve learned a lot about Rev. Mowatt since my original post, including the fact that he authored at least FOUR books based on his sermons. This particular book was based on sermons he delivered at St. Paul’s Presbyterian Church in Fredericton, New Brunswick.
Andrew J. Mowatt was the son of the immigrant Thomas Mowatt whom I wrote about a week or so ago.
I’m joining Kim Klassen’s Texture Tuesday again to share a photo I took in January with a new edit using textures she sent out just last night. I am also using Kim’s words as my blog post title.
So everyone, let just be the light!
Sand and scrub
On our last day in Lone Pine, Lonnie and I spent a couple hours at Manzanar, the Japanese internment camp which is now a National Historic Site through the National Park Service. It was a sobering experience, but learning about this part of our history is important for all Americans.
Below is an image from the old Independence Mine in Alaska. The old-timey look of these old-timey buildings was enchanced using the selective focus of a Lensbaby lens and some tones and textures in Photoshop.
Grass, flowers, and ice plant at the entrance to Doran beach
On display along a street in Albuequerque- a broken wagon wheel.
The tree across the street has a slight tilt. . .
If you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, you’ve noticed that, over the months before and after our third grandson’s birth, I’ve grown to love beach photography . So here I am with my ever supportive photography buddy (AKA husband) as I take a break from photographing houses along Newport Beach in order to capture our late afternoon shadows. You will notice I am in street clothes as always – Gidget I am not. . .
This is the week my photo series is due. I abandoned my alone-in-a-crowd beach series and opted for the very simple wabi sabi series. Each photo illustrates one (or more) aspect of wabi sabi. Such basic photos are not the norm in this very advanced group, so I hope I don’t get in trouble!
We walked down to the water’s edge in the morning, and I was captivated by the little footprints disappearing into the surf.
The frayed edges of these old books illustrate imperfection and impermanence with the passage of time. Time and use have softened the edges, but their beauty remains.
Last week I had an appointment in Flagstaff, so we decided to take the Oak Creek Canyon scenic route. Of course, we had to stop at the Bell Rock and the Courthouse parking areas to visit some of our favorite rock formations! It had been raining, so the red in the rocks was extra saturated. But, for some reason, I converted this image of the Courthouse to black and white, which I thought made a nice contrast with the clouds.
Daisy from my daughter’s Alaska garden
Another dahlia image, this time in black and white with some split toning
This one’s from the archives- the same San Francisco trip where my last blog photo was taken- but I still may use it for my assignment if I don’t take anything else appropriate. This was a street musician down at Fisherman’s Wharf- and the crowd of oblivious, unappreciative passersby. Just a basic edit and black and white conversion- would love to crop it a little on the right. . .
One of the highlights of our trip to Alaska was seeing glaciers. Many glaciers. And a few up close!
This was our third visit to Portage Lake since the kids moved to Alaska- but the first time we have taken the boat ride across the lake to see the glacier! While Caitlin and Lonnie were buying tickets, the boys and I walked down to the water’s edge, and I was able to take this shot featuring one of the large chunks of ice floating in the lake.
And here he is again!
And is it just me or is there a giant turtle in the foreground?
When we were walking along the beach at Laguna, we came upon what I think was an engagement shoot. The young woman remained on the beach as the photographer headed past our group for the next set up. I took the opportunity to take a few shots thinking I could use them for some sort of image. I ended up lengthening her dress and moving her arms (she was cold and had her arms loosely folded across her chest) to make a more pleasing image. I’m not sure what she was looking back at, but I am thinking this has potential as the cover of a romantic mystery! 😉
And speaking of romance . . .today is our 47th anniversary! Happy Anniversary to us!
I have been a collector of old school books most of my adult life- nothing valuable. When I was home raising kids and wasn’t teaching at that point, I bought old primers and readers at garage sales. Later, when I went back to teaching, I collected old readers that were being discarded and replaced by newer series. So I still have quite a few. I still love them and decided to photograph a stack today. After shooting several different arrangements, I stacked them the way that we teachers told kids NEVER to stack books! Maybe I am becoming a rule breaker in my old age!
Here’s another shot of the Wigwam Motel at night- this time with a black and white edit for a vintage look. It’s also missing the “car trails”- streaks from tail lights from passing cars- that were visible in yesterday’s image (and I kept in because I like them).
As you can probably tell, I found the Wigwam Motel totally captivating. I only wish that I had crossed the street and wandered around the grounds. It would probably not have been a good idea to do this at nighttime though. I think I need a return trip!