My last semester of college, I felt like I was coming into my own as a photographer. I had completely stopped taking documentaries or portraits. I was obsessed with creating photos that mimicked painting, and I started to just “paint” on the film with water and flashes of light. I guess I could have been an artist, if I’d had the determination.
I took this photo tonight (seven years later), moody November dusk. It made me think of Turner, and I like the modern element the porch lights add. I think if I were an artist, I would want my art to be impressionistic at the very very most. It would evoke a feeling before it was comprehended, but the comprehension would enhance the experience.
The girls and I took a nature walk today and hunted for treasures. Ellary was partial to pine needles. This photo turned out like an oil painting.
A Very Wet Day in Lansing by karpov the wrecked train
(Dingle Peninsula; June 10, 2009)
Surprise and delight that a break from this:
And a hike up this:
Brought us to this:
One can’t help but feel oh so loved.
(Photography by Evan Crowley)
photo by CoastRanger
Glasses and contacts for seeing.
A brilliant full moon—the ultimate contrast.
Tulips and daffodils.
There is no one for me to be but myself.
Giant V’s of geese and early spring twilight.