I confess. I’ve committed a huge violation of one of the cardinal rules of home organization and decluttering: I’ve kept a sweater I’ve had for ten years and worn fewer than five times. But I’m sure you’ll agree it’s an exception to the rule. It’s too pretty to get rid of.
The biggest challenge photographing this sweater was trying to get it arranged nicely. The next biggest issue was perspective. I extended my tripod as far as it would go, positioned it close to the table the sweater was on, and climbed on a chair. As I’m writing this, I’m thinking I could have moved my set-up to a lower surface, such as the floor. The best ideas always come later. Anyway, I tweaked it a bit in Photoshop, then moved on to my next shot.
Since these lovely flowers give the sweater its charm, a close up shot was a must.
I decided to get a close-up of the button as well.
Next Time: Pour Shot or Vintage Items for Stock Photography
Depending on family plans for the holiday and other events in my life, I will either finish off The Big Project with a pour shot or go for some simple shots I can submit to stock sites. The pour shot is a photograph of liquid being poured into a glass or another liquid. Ideally, the liquid should be frozen by a quick exposure and flash. It’s messy, and good timing makes for more impressive shots.
Summer’s been here for a while now, and we don’t have much in the line of flowers. It’s been quite dry this year. Fortunately, a few plants are resilient enough to bloom.
Next Time: Abstract or Old Camera
Spring came early to my little corner of the world. Temperatures were in the 70-80 degree range last week, which is unheard of for March. The cold will come back, but for now we’re enjoying the nice weather. Spring is in the air. The first flowers are up and everything else is budding.
I have a collection of sewing notions left over from crafts I used to make some time ago. This includes the normal thread and snaps, but also a lot of fake flowers, lace, and other sorts of trim. I keep them because I delude myself into thinking I have the time and therefore will make the things I always wanted to make. The fact is, I don’t have the time, and I won’t make them. I guess it’s a sentimental attachment, or maybe I just like pretty things.
This, however, is a sentimental attachment. I found this old scrap of lace while doing some New Year’s cleaning. It was on a “wedding dress” of sorts my mom made for one of my toys when I was very young. If I had a scrapbook, I would paste this in it, but I don’t. Right now, it’s living with a bunch of stuff that would go in a scrapbook if I did have one.
It’s odd the things we hold on to and the things we get rid of.
Next Time: Snow Shots or an Old Camera
It finally snowed. Now all I have to do is find some sun and go out and take pictures. Or, I could go with the camera. The newest addition to my father’s collection is an interesting one.
My apologies for the late post. Around 6pm yesterday as I was preparing to finnish the photos, my home was plunged into an uproar with tornado sirens going off and humans frantically trying to locate flashlights and kitties. The power came back on around 3pm this afternoon. Other than that, it was beautiful last week. Not many new flowers were out, and the ones that “made the grade” for my blog were not exactly what you think of when you hear the word flowers.
The blue spruce outside my window is unfurling for the spring. The new growth comes out of reddish-brown casings and is a lovely shade of green swirled up so the end looks semi-flower-like.
The dandelion, a common weed, produces the most magical looking fluff towards the end of its life cycle. Here, I used a macro lens to capture the detail.
As for other weeds, I was a horrible gardener and let this one grow in my shade garden because I wanted to see what it would look like when it bloomed. It paid me back by producing a lovely, yet unusual flower. The anthers seem to be attached to small petals rather than the normal stalk like structures on most flowers.
Lastly, these tiny flowers come from a red, thorny bush. I’ve passed those bushes many times without noticing the delicate ornaments. When I finally did see them, I had to wait for enough light to photograph them.
Sometimes there’s beauty in less than obvious places. Life is short, so take time to smell the roses, or whatever else you find out there.
Next Week: My First Camera
Since I’ve been threatening to do it for so long, I’m going to show you what my very first camera looks like. I may have a few others as well.
The world is finally getting ready for summer up north. About time. Our trees are no longer bare, and the flowers are starting to bloom. I love the leaves when they first break out of their tiny buds. They’re so fine and delicate, not to mention the unique hues they take at first.
The bleeding heart bushes are beginning to catch up with their wild counterparts. My fringed bush shows off her clusters of embryonic flowers amidst fragile foliage.
My mother’s more traditional pink bush is way ahead of mine. It displays arching tresses of hearts.
Now is the time to enjoy what we’ve been waiting for: to drink it in knowing more will come. For awhile, at least, it will be here, and then the seasons will turn again.
Next Week: Indoor Abstracts or Rainy Day and Water Drops
The first would be a creative exercise in how I look at objects and how lighting and color affect form. The second would be trying to make something most people don’t like look good. Both have interesting potential.