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The fountains in Old Town Gahanna are beautifully lit at night. Even thought it was cold I ventured out and set my tripod up to see what I could find in my view finder. I’m pleased with this one but more than that I am pleased I went out. It feels good to shoot and I haven’t done as much of it lately. I liked the subject and have some more ideas to try again some time. Hope everyone is staying warm.
A small infant wanting to be fed or have their diaper changed are not the only things that will scream out at us. In a rather large glass showcase in the hotel lobby was this brightly colored purse, screaming like a baby with a full diaper. The purse and its colors were so dominating I have no clue what the other items in the showcase were. I could hear the purse scream getting off the elevator.
I’ve decided to makeup a new name: toyl. We have many tools (toys) that keep us in touch with this fast paced world. My toyl just happens to be an iphone. And what can this amazing little toyl do? Since I travel so much my toyl has become my way to stay connected with family and friends by reading and writing emails, by text messaging, by dabbling on my facebook account. I also use it to check in on my work’s website for updates and news. With the internet capabilities I check on favorite blogs, pay bills on line, check my calendar and contacts. It even takes photos in a pinch. It does almost as much as my laptop and yet fits in my pocket, much more convenient. Oh, and I can make a phone call with it. Imagine that! And, they’re everywhere, so even in this high contrast black and white image, people will know exactly what it is at first glance. A toyl!
Susan is a college student and friend of a co-worker who would come into the coffee shop for her mocha, a little social time, and and work on her homework and usually in that order. One day, after a bit of pressure by me, she broke down and agreed to allow me to shoot some portraits with her. I think she is a beautiful young lady, both inside and out, and had a knack for posing naturally. It was fun. I’ve posted images of her previously and in this image I played around with Lightroom 2 using some of their presets.
I’m intrigued by lamps. No I’m not strange. I think it’s because of this photographer’s eye that’s drawn to shapes, colors and patterns. I take quite few photos of them and trash most of them as I struggle to present the feeling I have when I first encounter them. And, of course, they’re everywhere. This one was in my hotel room in Atlanta and I do like how this one turned out.
…comes thunderstorms, rains, the beauty and fragrance of flowers and blossoms, birds singing in the morning to brighten our days. But, right after Spring comes summer and of course butterflies. Can’t wait.
I was either in grade school or junior high when I took guitar lessons, which was a long time ago. If I remember correctly it didn’t last too long. The cost was beginning to be prohibitive, I was starting to lust for an expensive electric guitar and my parents had had enough of my slow developing talent. So, I never made it as a rock star and that probably was good thing.
I will admit to enjoying it while it lasted and probably wasn’t too bad. I remember the pain of acquiring calluses on my fingers and wondering if my fingers would ever stretch to play some of those chords. Later on in high school I jammed with my best friend, Lyle, who was quite good at the guitar. Then sometime during my marriage, my wife wanted to take guitar lessons so a guitar was purchased. I kept it after the divorce and would strum a few chords now and then. But, I never made it as a rock star and that probably was good thing.
Our newest roommate is learning to play the guitar. She reminds me of those early attempts, talking to myself when I screwed up while those around were listening and learning what patience really means. One day I picked up her guitar and strummed a few chords. Surprisingly I remembered some of those chords and I smiled. 🙂 However, my fingers quickly became tender and I remembered those feelings also. Ya know, I never made it as a rock star and that probably was good thing.