From Nancy Merrill: In a new post created for this challenge, share a photo or two of form having unusual points of focus.
I’m not sure how “unusual” my focus is, but I do like playing with focus. Sometimes foreground, sometimes background. The camera may or may not agree with my choices.
A Photo a Week Challenge: Reflective Surfaces
This is a fun topic for this week’s challenge from Nancy Merrill. Fun … and sometimes challenging. Reflective surfaces can be easy or difficult, depending on the light. Of course in photography, it’s all about the light all the time, is it not?
From Nancy Merrill:
“With the Christmas season upon us, lights have become an important part of most people’s homes and cubicles at work. At the Draper City Park, this tree is the center point of their light display. To get this shot, I placed my tripod on the hill overlooking the tree and asked people to let me get a clear shot.”
From the archives, a few pictures full of lights. And very seasonal. They are among my all-time favorite pictures.
Dancing in the dark in winter
Not as interesting as some wood I’ve seen, but nonetheless, it’s definitely wood. In various forms. Another cool challenge from Nancy Merrill!
IN A NEW POST CREATED FOR THIS CHALLENGE, SHARE ONE OR MORE PHOTOS WHERE THE SUBJECT IS SHOWN FROM THE BACK.
I shoot so much from the back that friends have finally stopped asking me why I do it. That probably proves something, but I’m not sure what.
In one way or another, every picture we take records history, capturing a moment that will never be repeated.
Garry’s parents wedding, 1941. Photographer unknown, moments caught forever.
This week, the Weekly Photo Challenge asks us to share a symbol and explain what it means to us.
Since we are using personal symbols — as opposed to universal, religious, or mathematical symbols — I’m using my old tractor.
My husband gave me the tractor for our tenth anniversary, just a couple of months after we moved into this house. I had admired them, lined up in front of the farm up the road and had noticed some of them were for sale.
I said “That would be so cool in the garden. Kids could play on it. We could climb it. It’s a reminder of our rural roots. An old farm tractor.”
About a week later, a flatbed truck showed up and dropped the tractor in our driveway. My son and a bunch of his friends pushed it into a better location. We found an old Model-T steering wheel and a long out-of-use license plate. Owen scored a seat on eBay.
We built a rock garden around it and planted the Japanese maple in front of it. The tractor can never be removed from the garden without completely deconstructing it.
For fifteen years, the old 1927 Fordson tractor has lived in the garden, surrounded by day lilies, rocks from the old stone fence in the woods. Roses trail over it. It’s part of the land, part of our garden, a symbol of our life here in the Blackstone Valley.
Some people think it’s rusty junk. They don’t have a clue.