Another image from the archives with some playing around in Lightroom and Topaz Adjust. I played with this one as I sat in a small coffee shop in Loveland, Colorado call Loveland Coffee Company.
Alyssa Revisited
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Coffee in Hand
Coffee in Hand Some people start their day with a cup of coffee (or two.) Some need it just to get started, and some make it a morning ritual, and then some do both. I drink the unleaded stuff so a caffeine fix is not needed, leaving me with the ritual. I very seldom drink brewed coffee but prefer the latte/cappuccino style espresso drinks. This tradition had been a part of my life for several years after my youngest daughter introduced them to me. I enjoy making then at home or going out to a local coffee shop. These local shops have a small community of followers and I happen to be part of it. Most of them are accustomed to my antics of grabbing my camera so I can take a photo of their cup or their hands or muffin or their book or their …….
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Making His Move
Playing Go at Professor Java’s in Albany, NewYourk Near our hotel in Albany, NY is a small coffee shop called Professor Java’s Coffee Sanctuary. I’ve made two visits and enjoyed my experience both times. The coffee is good and the sandwiches are top-notch. The ambiance is what I liked the most. They have converted an older home into this sanctuary so we have three separate rooms, each with its own feel. I noticed these two gentlemen ordering their coffees and setting up a table to play their game. This was the image liked best. I had taken a couple of images and then just watched through the view finder in anticipation of one of the men to make his move. When he did I pressed the shutter. This was also taken at ISO 3200.
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They tolerate me…
Cupcake and Latte I have friends who know I’m a photographer and still like me or maybe that should be tolerate me. Case in point is the above image of Lisa’s cupcake and latte. I didn’t eat it or ask to eat it but I asked to take a few shots of it. She tolerates me.
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I can wait, maybe…
Westerville, Ohio Here’s my story. So, I leave the coffee shop after a small mocha latte and a half cup of coffee. I knew I should use the restroom before I leave but because I was in a hurry I decided against it. (Did you notice all the “I’s” in that sentence? Sometimes it’s not such a good idea to listen to a caffeinated person.) Anyway, traffic back to the apartment was no problem but the beautiful sunshine was. I walk into the apartment and discovered the room filled with bright sunlight. Now we’ve just had gray skies and rain for the last 2 days so I am a bit excited. All I can see is the sunlight coming in on the lamp and casting its shadow on the wall. I tell myself I can wait! I imagine it was comical to watch me dance in the middle of the living room, grabbing my camera out of my bag and firing off a dozen shots and chimping to make sure there are not blown highlights. Got it! I put the camera down and off the to restroom I go. Oh, the decisions a photographer makes when good light appears. Anyone else have to make tough decisions like that?
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A good way to…
The Latte … start a cloudy rainy day can be with a latte and Chris Orwigs new book Visual Poetry. Life is good!
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Caught up with family and friends
Yours truly Have been busy over the past three days as I catch up with family and friends. It’s been a year since I was back in Colorado. I’ve tried to see as many as possible and have done pretty good but way short of my goals. Seems like there is ususally never enough time to see everyone. As an example, yesterday I met Teri at 8:00, Larry at 9:30, Pat at noon then Tim and Julie at 3:00. After that I take the car back to Wayne and Kay, then I’m back at my sisters for the night and head for home early in the morning.
This is not actually a self portrait but one image Larry took with my camera as we attempted to catch up on the past year. He is a good friend and an avid photographer. Still primarily a film shooter, 4×5, and just purchased an 8×10.
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Morning Coffee and Paper
Morning Coffee and Paper Many people start their days with routines. Some have set patterns that must be done before leaving in the morning. Some will continue their patterns after leaving, such as stopping by a favorite coffee shop. The morning cup of coffee can be found all over the world as one of those morning traditions, their day would be incomplete. That’s where I was when I took this image of a man enjoying, relaxing while sipping on a coffee, munching on a bagel and reading the newspaper. A ritual. A tradition. What are yours?
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The Moleskin
The Moleskin I began journaling about 18 years ago. Not sure how I got started. I was in a confused place in life and maybe thought it would help me through it. I have used it ever since although not on a daily basis. It has become a way for me to reduce the chatter in my head, get a better view of myself and where I’m at. Yesterday was one of those days where I needed to write. Before I knew it I was headed out the door and ended up at a local coffee house. As I walked in the door they served up my usual, a decaffeinated mocha. I found a table on the west side of the patio and sat down. I brought along David DuChemin‘s book, Within the Frame, read from it for awhile. But my primary purpose was to write down my thoughts and feelings in my moleskin. As words found their way onto the pages, confusion and serenity began to settle in. Before I knew it I was enjoying a beautiful sunset and I felt so much better.
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Bad Coffee but a Warm Sun
Bad Coffee After breakfast I moved outside to the east porch to sit in the sun. A few small clouds moved across the sky creating a beautiful pattern of blue and white. The hotel coffee I was drinking was not that good but the warmth of the sun all that I really needed. The pure white railing on the porch made for a wonderful pattern so I did the best I could to capture what I felt that morning. I have been looking at my histogram a bit differently lately and moving farther to the right on my images. I do feel it has the potential to provide for more data in post processing.
