Condensation

I love photography but I really have no idea what I’m doing …and I kind of like it that way. Photography for me is a source of constant discovery and experimentation. Unlike writing, there is no real inner critic when I take pictures. I can enjoy the thrill of taking pictures without the pressure to produce anything which is why it is one of my favorite stress relievers. These photos are a result of condensation getting caught between my lens and the macro filter. I kind of wish I had left it there longer. These were taken on my balcony. IMG_9841

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IMG_9842I took these with my +4 macro filter (I have a +1 and a +2 but the 4 is by far my favorite).

Train Art Part 1

I took these a little while ago. There is something about train art that draws me so strongly. Is it my complete lack of context, as though the messages were from an entirely different time or culture peaking my curiosity and firing the imagination?

The trains like reluctant mailcarriers taking these strange letters thousands of kilometers for passers-by to puzzle over, And the inscrutability of these messages makes me feel voyeristic as though i had snuck into someones house and was furtively reading their personal correspondence with an old lover or friend.

Mature Content! Some of these pictures may be offensive to some viewers.

Dancing with Myself

I love the idea of self-portraits so I’ve started learning through trial and lots of error how to do this with my Cannon. I’ve especially had a lot of fun playing with the shutter speed

Old Family Photos

From the time that I was very young I remember the collection of photo albums that I mom insisted on bringing with her through all of our many moves, across countries and continents. I’m surprised she managed to hang on to them despite my dad’s persistent (and largely successful) efforts to get rid of as much as possible no matter how precious it was to us. These albums were her treasures, records of our childhood, a way to hang on to us, reminders that it hadn’t all been bad that we had been happy too. From time to time, on the rare occasion of a family dinner we will pull these albums out and reminisce, laugh at hair cuts and clothes, tell stories about pets long dead, but it is the pictures of my parents before children that were always my favorites. There are a collection of maybe six pictures that sum up my perception of who my parents were when they met, my bohemian mother with the black hair parted down the middle, falling long and straight or braided, lost against her dark sweater; my handsome father full of youthful arrogance and rustic appeal, leaning against his army jeep in a battered felt hat, his mustache curling over his upper lip or up at the sides.

A few weeks ago I fished this album–the First Album–out of it’s place on my mom’s shelf.  It’s battered but still in tact a predominantly blue, generic landscape makes up the cover, front and back. At the top of the cover in faded gold lettering the word “Photos”. No matter how many times I look at it the pictures are always new to me, full of the unknown, the unknowable but this time I am struck by how young my parents look, younger than I am now, their whole lives ahead of them, no choices made yet, no pain inflicted on each other. Hopeful. 

Yay Me!!!!!

A photo essay of mine got published in an on-line magazine called Queen Bee Collective!!!!! This is my first time getting published so I’m pretty excited:D Check it out! I’m sure you’ll recognize some of the photos…

http://www.queenbeecollective.com/color-through-the-cold

I wanted to put some photos I took recently but am having computer issues (wordpress doesn’t “see” my recently uploaded pictures. Does anyone know why?) so, instead here is a picture of a spider we happened upon in the fall. My daughter and I were on a walk and she was in the middle of the sidewalk moving very sluggishly, looking, perhaps, for a place to lay her eggs?  I’ll be honest with you, when I see a spider I get that tingling at the back of my neck and I have to resist the urge to brush the imaginary spider away, but I think my mild discomfort (well-controlled fear) with spiders feeds into my fascination with them. They seem such alien, unfathomable, threatening creatures and are beautiful in their strangeness. Not like centipedes, they’re just plain old creepy (stomp, stomp!).

We used this leaf to move her gentle to the side of the walkway where we hope she found a safe place to stash her eggs for the winter. This spider is very common here and not poisonous though I’m sure she would bit out of self-defence. The markings on her back are so pretty, no? I like the way she shows up against the red of the leaf. I’m pretty sure this is an orb-weaving spider.

All is right in the World

 

I try not to make my kids the main focus of the pictures I put up on this blog but, well, Henry was just so darn cute in his little old man sweater that I couldn’t help snapping pictures as he tried to run away from me and into oncoming traffic or into the slavering jaws of some angry canine. Such an adventuresome lad! I also took  some of random strangers that I figured I’d put up for good measure….