Appreciating what I see today while digging deep into the archives to locate my earliest photography.
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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(Photo credit Phil Monahan of Orvis)
Friday, August 10, 2012
A grandfather's beach walk
We stayed with friends at their rented beach house in Dauphin Island, AL for a handful of days and enjoyed a wonderful time. I appreciated the early mornings especially, and liked getting out there to watch the beach come to life with people, birds and activity. After the first day or so I noticed an elderly gentleman with a cane taking walks on the ocean's edge, and I liked following his rhythm and patterns. A couple times I picked up my camera and ran there after him to get a few shots which told a bit of his walking story. His presence was quite memorable.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Meditation in the works
“Smile, breathe and go slowly.”
― Thich Nhat Hanh
― Thich Nhat Hanh
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Coming to, leaving from
The light held in the drops falling to and from this glass table usually catch my eye during downpours. I finally grabbed my camera, covered it in plastic, and enjoyed a session with the rain while under a small awning on our back deck. It was a good lesson on speed and depth and field as I was in and out of focal points given my largest opening of 5.6. I'd love to see the effects with a 2.8 telephoto lens. The rains will continue to come and maybe one day that wish will happen.
Metaphor jumps at me in the changing form of the droplets. Just a few words to keep the reflection going.
Coming to, leaving from
We each carry the light
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