The photographic explorations of a former film student.

Posts tagged “teacup

Spring Cup of Tea

Spring is playing hide and seek with us. One day, it looks like Spring is finally here! . . . then we get four inches of snow again. Unfortunately, that means no nature photos yet. So I turned to one of my favorite indoor subjects – mugs. This little mug/teacup/coffee cup is one I’ve had for a long time. Since it is rather old, I decided to go with a vintage theme and photograph it on a table from the 1970s with the matching china cabinet behind.

SpringTeacup TeacupAndCannister

I also shot it with a tea canister that includes many of the same colors. However, I think I like the photo of the teacup by itself better.

Next Time: More Mugs or Finally The Great Outdoors

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Real Mug Shots, Literally

I finally finished my mug shots this week (that’s photos of mugs, not criminals). Confession: I cheated. This is obviously a teacup, but it’s cute. I wanted to try a white on white sort of shot, and this tells me I had better give myself some time when I do it again in January.

strawberryteacup

This is my “puppy mug” from my childhood. It’s an English “beaker” as I’ve heard mugs called on the britcoms. Back in the day, my mom let my sister and I each pick out a secondhand mug as our own. I had a thing for spaniels at that time, so this was an easy choice. Digging into the mug’s national origin, I chose to accent it with an old Shakespeare book and some shortbread cookies. I had the strongest visualization for this shot.

puppymug

Lastly, I wanted to do something with hot cocoa and a ’70s vibe. My mother kindly let me borrow this wonderful tall old mug she has. It went well with the cocoa and the tall spoon, but I confess the cookies were an afterthought. Your order at the cafe is ready.

hotchocolate

I tried out a method for adding steam in Photoshop. It’s something I’ve been playing with recently. Let me know what you think.

Next Time: Thoughts on Christmas and Color

I’ve seen pink trees, overheard talk of blue trees, and strolled down aisle after aisle filled with ornaments of non-traditional colors. Yet I still prefer the traditional.