The camera as an impressionist tool…I played around with in-camera multiple exposures today and ended up loving the painterly effect.
My oft-frequented greenhouse not only offers up plenty of peeling paint and cloudy windows, but also a jumble of dried and withered vines and plants. I have no idea what this vine was in its glory days; perhaps a zucchini or squash plant. Regardless, I somehow doubt it was as beautiful alive as it is dead.
Bitterly cold weather kept all of us indoors today, so I went out into the back yard and plucked one of the dried grasses from the garden. A black velvet backdrop, window light and a tripod were the extent of the set up. The simple beauty of nature gave me the rest.
I went prowling around a nearby pond in search of inspiration this afternoon. It was one of those days when all my photos bored me, so this simple stick and its reflection will have to suffice.
Today my son got married; being the mother of the groom I had to resist the urge to photograph all day and all night, but there were professionals doing a far better job of recording the occasion than I ever could. It just kills me that I couldn’t take a great portrait of Patrick and Lauren for my photo of the day, but I did pull out the camera while the bridesmaids, moms and the bride got dressed, and snapped this simple shot of the back of Lauren’s beautiful dress.
It was one of the most memorable days of our lives, and seeing my son just glowing with happiness is something I will never forget. We adore our new daughter-in-law and her family, and feel blessed beyond measure. Welcome to the family, Lauren!
I spotted this maple leaf caught in the deck while having my morning coffee; I loved the back lighting and the splash of fall color.
Rain was forecast but the sun came out today, much to everyone’s delight. I spent so much time running around enjoying the weather (long walk with the dog in the morning, afternoon at the beach with my daughter Lael, evening bike ride with Jim) that I didn’t spend a lot of time behind the camera. I did run down to the harbor in Nantucket town between all my leisure activities (there’s an oxymoron for you) and snapped this charming red dinghy in the bay.