I think his name was John. . .

When we visited Yarnell with Joan and Rudy last week, Rudy spent some time talking to and photographing this delightful gentleman outside a local eatery. I snapped a quick shot and went inside, because I was hungry. Rudy ended up with a wonderful portrait, and I got this candid shot.

Windmill Whirrrr

Different windmill- same day.

Rudy suggested I slow down my shutter to capture the motion of the blades- I like the effect! This is something Tom (my photo teacher) says to do with helicopters and propellers. Why have I never made that connection?

Traditions

Over the weekend, we spent some time at ‘Tis, the gallery where my show took place. Yes, the Fourth Friday reception was wonderful, but the seemingly endless self-promotion part is finally done- so enough said about that! The main gallery had the annual Native American show- arguably the best show of the year- and it was phenomenal. On Sunday there was an exhibition of dances by an Apache family featuring their children, who are learning the hundreds of years old traditions of their people.

This image is a closeup of the dad playing one of several flutes he demonstrated .

iPhone image, edited in Photoshop and Topaz Impression

With Intent

Intention has continued to be a hot topic of discussion with my photo group this week. I think shooting flowers with intention is perhaps not what we all had in mind, but, since I was taking photos of gerbera daisies, that was where I practiced.  I did not make a list of words as was suggested, but I did have the words nostalgia and vintage in mind when I shot and edited this photo. Looking at it afterward, I realize I should/could have used a vintage container for the flowers- but I was thinking simple too, I guess. As usual, I did stray in my other flower photos (you’ll see another shot tomorrow)- so I’m not sure this is the best method for me.

Rolling Rim Impressions

We were absolutely entranced by the view from the Mogollon Rim on our recent trip to Payson. The views of rolling hills and mountains seem to go on forever. This image started as an in-camera multiple exposure, which was then layered with another multiple exposure and edited in Photoshop and other programs.

What can I say?

Yes, it’s an outhouse!

When we were coming back from Payson a couple weeks ago, we stopped at the town of Strawberry to view the oldest standing schoolhouse in Arizona- the Strawberry Schoolhouse. It wasn’t open, but I took photos from the outside and probably took as many photos of the outhouse  as I did of the schoolhouse itself.

I offer no apologies.

 

 

Broken Intention

Yesterday’s Trader Joe’s bouquet didn’t make it home unscathed, alas.

My photo group has been discussing photography as art recently- a subject dear to my heart. Yesterday, we watched a video about photographing with intention, which involved making lists of words that come to mind when you look at your own work- and then keeping those same qualities in mind when shooting and editing. As soon as I heard the word, list, my right brain started protesting! However, I did attempt to approach my flower shoot with intention. I told myself that I wanted the photo to be soft and dreamy and evoke in the viewer nostalgia for a bygone era. BUT. . . I instead became captivated by this impudent little broken flower and created a bright and, I think, cheerful piece-  perhaps (or perhaps not) bringing a smile to the face of the viewer.

Intention. Need to work on that . . .