The Window – Photography

Have you ever had one of those moments when the sunlight came through a window or shone on an object so perfectly, that it was THE MOST PERFECT MOMENT in the world?! I had just that kinda moment this afternoon. The light streaming in the window was perfect. The breeze was perfect.

Yes, I coulda toned down the light, and the highlights when I edited this picture but then, I didn’t really care to see what was outside and besides, that’s not how it looked. I coulda upped the shadows and darks but I didn’t want it any more defined. I wanted to capture just exactly as it was – perfect. This scene reminded me of when I was a little girl at our grandparents’ house, on the farm, in the summer. Sometimes when I had to take a nap I got to lie on the softest, whitest chenille bedspread on Grandma and Grandpa’s bed. Their bed had an almost natural, cradling indention on Grandpa’s side that, toward the foot of the bed fit me just fine. Grandma had sheers similar to these in their room, and a window fan. There were always breezes coming in the two windows and I used to lie there watching the fan blades switch directions as the windows took turns bringing in the breezes. As the curtains billowed in one window, the other window’s curtains were drawn in so tightly they’d form around every shape’s nook and cranny. Sometimes the breezes would be enough for the bottom of the curtain to reach out to touch my toes or foot and just slide right back off. So comfy, so comforting, so sleepy, so perfect. I think of those naps often when I see the sun filtering through the sheers like this. I still love to watch the curtains wave in the breeze, then just trail off and start all over again.  Ahhhh. It was a good afternoon. Who’d think that sucha treasured memory would come, all from just looking at the window.


When I Get a Wild Hair . . .

Man, I hope I’m not the only one out there that when I get a wild hair to do something, I wanna do it like, ‘while ago! Well this “wild hair” took THREE WEEKS to get accomplished!!! Remember I said I loved to photograph old barns, silos, corn cribs and the like? Well I was able to get permission (oh yeah, it was a God moment) from the landowner to take pictures of our son on their old farm. So between schedules and weather, we were finally able to get out there and get some pictures taken. I’m actually hoping to take pictures of him with his girlfriend but I thought we’d best scope out the area first. We wanted to make sure the spiders and snakes were to a minimum (like ZILCH!!!! for both of us females’ sake – it’d be a rather blurry picture with both of us running!!). I’m happy to report there’s just poison ivy, or oak or whatever it is that grows around a tree. I have a photo where Tate is leaning against a tree and the poison “whatever” has made it’s way into the frame.  Anyway, without any further ado, here are some pictures of our son, Tate (the cowboy).

I really could use some suggestions on this picture. The sun was so bright that I needed to tone the colors down but in the process I kinda feel as though I muddied them. The poles really were a very washed out grey and the ends of the bushes were really brownish.  Just seem kinda, too contrast-y. Any suggestions? I’m using Adobe LightRoom 3.6 to edit.

Everybody, this is Tate. Say hello to everybody, Tate.

The place where we shot had GOBBS of utility poles!!! If there was 1, there were 50 on the property!! The only thing I can think of is that they musta escaped from the “pole” barn. Sorry. Country humor – or at least an attempt at it. Side Note: For those of you not exposed to much farm stuff, a “pole barn” is an outbuilding on the farm that’s covered in metal. They were framed with poles partially buried in the ground creating an all wooden framework. Back-in-the-day (uh-hum, so I’m told) that’s what the outbuildings (or machine sheds and such) used to all be made of before posts and the metal construction became available. Everything was called a pole barn – except a real “barn” which was . . . just a barn. Nevermind.

I like this one better in black and white as well.

See, more poles!! They’re everywhere, they’re everywhere!!

Can you say poison ivy, oak or sumac?!! Close but thankfully not too!

LOVE this one!!

LOVE this one too!

Didn’t want to crop the sides on this one. I thought the truck was too important.

Well, that’s it. Hopefully I’ll have more to show another time. If you have ANY suggestions, I would greatly appreciate it.

Just Messin Around

Typically I’m not a fan of black and white pictures. Ansel Adams is a superb photographer but his photographs would be so breathtaking in color! I agree the detail is so much clearer in black and white but, I love color, particularly in things that are truly colorful!! What a shame to take away their natural beauty and vibrance! Recently I saw some pictures that our niece, Trish, took that she had edited in black and white. I LOVED THEM!! She’s a wonderful photographer and her work has completely changed my thinking – in some cases. She has truly inspired me. Well, here are some pictures I took and was able (made myself) to edit to black and white. Thanks Trish for your encouragement and great examples!

Believe it or not, this elevator is still operational in the fall. Trucks and truck traffic through our little “burg” double the population! Well, our population of trucks anyway.

This is the front of the “shop” where my hubby’s father, uncle and grandfather had an Oliver dealership/repair garage. This building was finished in 1946 and remained in business until 1971. I often wonder how many hundreds of gallons of coffee had been consumed during that time. A time when folks had time to visit, when someone’s word was all it took to seal an agreement and an honest day’s work was really hard work. The stories these wall could tell. I’d like to hear every one of them.

Now I must say that the detail of the grass by the tires and to the left where the sun is shinning on it is absolutely remarkable!! It’s things like this that you don’t notice in a color photo because the colors distracts your eye.

I particularly like this picture because of the detail in the grain of the planks as well as the grass between the support beams. Black and white. Gotta give it credit for bringing out the details.

This is just my favorite. Our neighbor’s old pump and bucket.

Glad you’re sitting down for this one. Looking from the bottom up of a grain bin. If it feels queazy to you, you should’a seen it from my lens. But again, due to the black and white, you notice the shadows from the rungs, the sandy looking texture of the concrete and the imperfections in it. I compared it to the original and it’s like you see it but then you really don’t notice it so much.

Ok. That’s it for the black and white. If you’re still with me, I wanted to show you a few full color just to reset your eyes.

Yes, he’s a turkey but he’s really quite the ham. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Just some of the things you see in small towns.  Personally, we just have a dog.

Looking at this picture you may be thinking perhaps I was leaning or my camera was crooked but, “nope” to both. This cob burner (looks like a grain bin) is actually leaning and yes, the tree is growing from the center of it. But, that’s not why I shot this picture on a warm April afternoon at about 4:30/5:00. When I stumbled onto this scene I was transported back into time; I was 10 years old again standing in the backyard of my grandparents’ farm. The long shading shadow from the sprawling stand of trees on the left was very similar to the canopy in their backyard. The breeze coming from the north carried the scent of the freshly worked field and the aroma of grass and plants that had long been damp without sun.  It’s an earthy smell, a rich smell that can’t be defined or described adequately. It’s just what it is. It’s comfort. It’s reminiscent of a time that I miss.

I like this in color much better just because I think the rust color really contrasts the concrete as well as the grass. Don’t think I’ll switch this to black and white.

Before I went totally black and white, I tried taking the saturation and vibrance down just a bit. I started gradually and came up with these.

It became easier and easier just to slide the indicator to less and less color.

I love this one with the old bike.

Well I hope that these pictures have inspired you as our niece, Trish, inspired me. Go grab your camera and get out there and start shooting pictures! Try different angles (opposite side of “the right side”, from the bottom up, from the top down, from the front and from the back).

Offset the “subject” so it creates a bit of a blank canvas to one side. Just use your imagination. Look on Instagram and PBase for inspiration as well. Shoot sunrises or sunsets, clouds and the shadows the sun’s backlighting provides. Shoot eye level pictures of dandelions, both yellow and those going to seed. If you don’t like the way they turn out, delete those and go out again. You’ll eventually get to where you wanna be. Just have fun with it. Discover new ways of editing but most importantly, have an open mind and be willing to try new things!! I did and I’m glad I did.

Please, if you can give suggestions/constructive criticism to either the pictures that I’ve taken or tips and tricks that you’d like to share, please feel free!!! I’d love to hear from you!