If you see a young redhead woman talking about seeing LSU's Mike the Tiger up close and personal, these photos are hers. I took these quick shots and gave her my email so we could contact one another. I thought she sent me a message, but it never showed up so I'm unable to send them her way. If by any chance you cross paths with her, please let her know.
And yes, Mike jumped into his pool, swam around a bit, then went right up to her. He stopped, made eye contact and moved on. It was amazing.
Welcome to Timeline Photos. A few years back I started peeking around my archives in search of some of the first photographs I had taken. Here records my quest into better understanding my long term love of camera and experiencing the world with it in hand. All photos appear in chronological order hopefully revealing an evolution of how I see and what moves me to speak with light.
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Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Back and forth, back and forth.
Mike the Tiger, LSU's team mascot, was out and active, and his pacing along the double fencing was persistent. I kept seeing that blur of striped color in the criss-cross as he padded by and grunted on his turns. I've taken many photos of Mike before, and I needed to be creative without my zoom. I waited with my camera against the outer fencing, focusing on the inner fencing where Mike continued to pass. The shutter speed was slow enough to show some motion yet still able to capture his patterns. A small crop to remove some background space helped me center on what I wanted.
If you see a young redhead woman looking for Mike photos, these are hers. Like I said, Mike was active and he surprisingly took a dip into his pool. (His living conditions are quite impressive. Better than a good percentage of Baton Rouge residents. I still feel funky about watching this beautiful creature in captivity, though.) I took these quick shots, which could have been a lot better if I had thought to change my settings after my shot above. I gave her my email on the spot, and thought that she sent a message so I could reply with the photos. It never showed up, and I wonder if she'll ever get to see these.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
I took this while attending LSU's Christmas tree lighting event. A tent was set outside of the theater welcoming guests with warm drinks, cookies, and space heaters, too. I'm one that's always taken by the skies right after sunset just as the stars begin to appear. As I peeked, I found the lines of the tent top interesting and simple against the sky. I suppose there's a good lesson in stepping outside of the crowd for something other.
I have to note that I was pleasantly surprised with the exposure of this image, and didn't make adjustments post-production.
My youngest daughter, nearly 4, has a daily ritual of happiness and freedom. Leave school, get in the car, take off your socks and shoes. Stick your toes out the window and feel the cold air in the sunshine. Turn up your local college radio real high, and dance on the car roof once you get home.
Give it a try and enjoy. Really. :)
Give it a try and enjoy. Really. :)
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Went out with a few friends to Chelsea's Cafe and checked out the Soul Rebels Brass Band from New Orleans. It was my first time heading out at night for live music since last spring, and the Soul Rebels really welcomed me back with their fantastic brass sounds, energy and passion. I LOVE this breed of New Orleans music, and definitely set myself free to some soul healin' that night. The Soul Rebels return to Chelsea's on January 27 for their CD release party, and I'm ready to be there again.
Check them out:
Lumar LeBlanc - President, Snare Drum
Derrick "Oops" Moss - Vice-President, Bass Drum and Percussion
Edward Lee - Tuba
Marcus "Red" Hubbard - Trumpet
Julian Gosin - Trumpet
Paul Robertson - Trombone
Corey Peyton - Trombone
Erion Williams - Tenor Saxophone
Monday, November 21, 2011
We had some fog and a soft drizzle this morning, and I head out as usual on my morning walk with my dog. The formation of this little drop got me to stop, watch, and appreciate. I almost caught the grand finale of the drop falling, but my dog's jump into the bush made it more of a splash. :)
Sunday, November 20, 2011
They tumbled, they roared, they giggled, they turned. My daughters and friends hit the church playground after the annual Thanksgiving feast, and set themselves free in a space they declared their own. I stood near the brick wall and the large classroom windows that projected fluorescent light outside. The dress colors were illuminated against the night as they ran, and I don't think they ever stopped for more than a moment.
I especially liked shooting their motion with a stationary object nearby, and the lighting worked out to give us just what we needed. I'd like to head back with the intention of using a wider range of shutter speeds and exposures to feel a better control of the blur.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
My nearly 4 year old got very involved in the discovery of a dead possum in front of our house. We were preparing to bury it when she said this, and then she walked off to get either a shovel or hand covering. I'm not exactly sure what she meant by "it will get better", but for both of my girls it was if it was something that had to be done. We had actually discovered a dead mouse, too, and my older daughter insisted on being in charge of its burial preparation. We had done something like this before for a beautiful Wood Thrush, and covered the spot with a flat heavy stepping stone which we painted once it was set in place. Today was the same, and this time I got more involved in the painting of a nearby stone not used for a marker. It felt good to paint and reflect something positive in the experience. The image will remind me that there is always the possibility of a next step taking you somewhere good. Also, at first I questioned why I wanted to take this picture of her looking at a dead possum, but then requested that she stay put so I could get my camera. I saw it, I felt it, and now with hindsight I think it's part of the "it will get better" process. As a photographer, don't look over those instincts.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Last night I was surprised that the hay bundles were there, and tonight I was surprised that ALL of them were completely cleared from the fields. That was a lot of work to be completed in one day. I was also preoccupied by my neighbor walking into the fields ahead of me. She lives right across from the part of the property being developed, and I had never seen her in there before. The small white dot on the left side of the top image is actually her.
Stepping into the field, empty of its companions, seemed very new. Since I've been making the trek for the past month or so, I got used to the hay bundles being there. Something was definitely missing, so as I walked with Sparkle I had to adjust to the open space. Following our passage through the first field, I entered the rear filed and experienced the same thing. All were gone, and now the open field lay free with a clear view for its entirety. The tree that always welcomed me to this back section looked so alone. I took a few shots, and soon my neighbor approached and we began talking.
I learned that this was her first time walking through the property since it stopped functioning as a farm years ago. She said that there were always fences, barricades, and livestock, and wasn't able to venture through the fields. I appreciated her wonder as she recalled memories of the place she knew and adjusted to the place of now. She used to have a friend who lived on a nearby street and would stable her horse at the farm. They both went horse back riding on the property, so she's explored the same places that I've seen. I especially liked her description of the baby animals whose cries would reach her home. It's hard to imagine considering the sounds of the nearby interstate and construction are what surrounds us today.
I'm made to realize that when things change I've got to let go of the mindset that something is missing. It's good to remember just like my neighbor did and I do with the special images I've liked seeing in that space. What will help me redefine is being open to the new - what will I notice and create without the familiar there. Already on the way out, I turned behind me to the east to the bright star hanging high in the sky, then back to the west to the other bright star appearing low to the tree line. It was a good mind path to take me home.
11/12/11: This had been a quick visit because Sparkle was really on the move. I'm not that happy with the quality of my images, so I'll treat them as a final document of the hay bundles in the property. That morning I had seen a tractor piling up the ones from the front field onto a flatbed, so I expected that all would be gone that night. Sparkle must have sensed my curiosity because she took me right there during our walk around sunset. I was surprised, and relieved in a way, that the back fields hadn't been cleared once we arrived. I was nearly jogging through, but did manage to stop a few times for quick shots. On our way out, I turned around to check out a couple bundles sitting under a small tree that had turned color (we have very few of those here). I just liked the dull brown set against the red and oranges, and upon a closer look, a small leaf stuck in a bundle caught my eye. You've got to appreciate the little things that stand out against the big, and I was able to take a few pictures before Sparkle was on the move again. With hindsight I'm glad that I had this one last bundle run. For some reason, there's something to hold onto in that space.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
While out walking and observing my shaky images of the full moon, I decided to move my camera intentionally to create an image. After many attempts and tries at home, I'm happy to share my heart created with moonlight. I moved my camera with an open aperture to make the heart. Not easy at all.
My other attempts. Here are 6 frames collaged. You can see that it took time to learn how to keep the moon light in the camera frame. The smallest movements of the camera, in the inverse direction, created the heart shape.
I'd like to learn how to write the word "Moon". Yah, I tried, but failed. It really is difficult but good brain work.
Monday, November 7, 2011
I stepped outside around 11:30 with my dog and looked up to see low lying clouds floating over the tree tops filtering the moon light. It looked like I could touch them, and I loved the play of light, wind, and clouds as they passed by to my right toward the west. Sometimes a halo orange/sepia formed and other times the faint appearance of the spectrum. After laying on the ground, waiting, watching, shooting, and enjoying, I was able to nearly capture the "night rainbow" of my experience.