Posts with photos, about photos, and about photography itself
Carolina Jasmine flower in the moonlight. 60-second bulb exposure.
Here’s a song I wrote after this photo. It’s a softshoe like the song “Tea for Two.”
A word,
A song,
A dance,
A kiss.
Oh, sweet-
heart, what
I’d give
For this!
A chance,
My dear,
Your love
To woo–
A minute
in the moonlight
with you.
–lyric by Daniel Greene 🙂
I never realized until I got this macro lens (Canon 100mm f/2.8 Macro USM) how translucent some things are; just check out those flower petals! (You can click on the photo above to see it in my Flickr photostream and then click “All Sizes” above the image to view it large.) I’m enjoying my hobby of photography and — I’d like to think — getting better at it. Now that I’ve seen how translucent these petals are, I’m looking forward to taking an even closer photo. I will post the results when I do.
Looking at photographs I’ve taken of people helps me to remember how much I love them. When I look at this photo I took of my dad, I regard him with love.
This is a candid shot of my dad looking down at his plate during Thanksgiving dinner.
When I took this photo of my husband Andy at a party we went to, he obligingly posed for me. I was trying to get in some practice with indoor flash photography.
Then I got home and saw the image on the computer, and I saw the love.
If I ever need a reminder of how much he loves me, all I have to do is look at this photo, and there’s the love. And when I look at a photo of my husband, it reminds me just how much I love him, too. There is something about a photograph that captures a moment and allows you to gaze at it long enough to see things or feel things that maybe we don’t take the time to see or feel when we’re going about our daily lives. Don’t get me wrong; I’m constantly reminded of how much we love each other. It’s just that a photograph is like undeniable evidence of that love and lovability, frozen in time… do you know what I mean?
I don’t have a photograph of my late grandmother looking at me like this, but I have a vivid memory of her looking deep into my eyes, penetratingly, holding my hand firmly in hers, and saying to me, serious-as-cancer, "You know I love you very much." I will never forget that. As long as I live, I will never forget how much she loved me. I saw the love in her eyes.
If you don’t have a photograph of someone who loves you, look for the love in their eyes. And don’t you forget it!
This is what three consecutive nights of sub-freezing temperatures did to this plant. I shot this on a cold, cloudy morning just before it began to rain again. I know this is not a pretty picture, but it does document the morbidity of the scene as I saw it, with those dull colors.
In the meantime, Andy and I are sick with the flu, so we don’t feel much better than this.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering, I had to bundle up this morning and take the dogs for a walk, so I just snapped this quickly after the walk while I was still bundled up. And what am I still doing out of bed? All right, Mama, I’m going back to bed now…
Daniel Greene 