Street?

I’m not sure this qualifies as street photography, because I was standing in the entrance of a building in San Francisco (with my photography buddy, Carol) shooting through the gorgeous lobby and focusing on the Bay Bridge through the windows at the end. It was Carol’s idea to wait for someone in red to come by to make the shot- and she did! I am happy to say that there was no cropping or cloning- just a little work on exposure and then a black and white conversion. The garbage cans (always a no-no) remain for journalistic integrity!

But where is the girl in the red shirt? You have to look at the color version!

Born to Be Wild

Until we moved to Arizona, I had never heard of Apache Plume- but now I photograph the seed heads every summer. We have a big shrub of this native plant in front of our house. I can’t say it is lovely to look at as a landscape element- but the craaaazzzy seed heads and little flowers are quite captivating!

The Book Club

It is a photography paradox to me that many, many, many of my favorite photos were taken on Southern California beaches- when I spent so much of my adult life disliking Southern California (the crowds and the TRAFFIC!). There is something about the serenity of the water and the white sand that appeals to my eye. I remember looking at this trio of ladies with their hats and cover-ups and thinking they looked like my kind of people- so I titled it “The Book Club.”

Still There

Since our daughter’s family moved to Alaska two years ago, they’ve really learned their way around!  Caitlin drove us up to Hatcher’s Pass one day to see the what remains of Alaska’s Independence Gold Mine (now a state park). There was a beautiful view and wonderful old buildings.  I realized when we were there that this is the third old mine we’ve toured in the last year- and it was definitely the best!

Glacier!

The day before we flew home from Alaska, we took a 10-15 minute Alaska Railway train ride (fun!) with our family to the trailhead for the walk to Spencer Glacier. This spectacular glacier cascades down the mountain to Spencer Lake and these magnificent icebergs.  When I converted this photo to black and white, the mountain behind disappeared in shadow, giving the impression of a night view.