Black & White Sunday: Still Life

I’ll begin with a quote from Paula herself:

From Wikipedia:

“A still life (plural still lifes) is a work of art depicting mostly inanimate subject matter, typically commonplace objects which may be either natural (food, flowers, dead animals, plants, rocks, or shells) or man-made (drinking glasses, books, vases, jewelry, coins, pipes, and so on). With origins in the Middle Ages and Ancient Graeco-Roman art, still-life painting emerged as a distinct genre and professional specialization in Western painting by the late 16th century, and has remained significant since then. Still life gives the artist more freedom in the arrangement of elements within a composition than do paintings of other types of subjects such as landscape or portraiture.”

It is this aspect of freedom that appealed most to me, to be able to arrange things to my liking and according to my own sense of aesthetics.

I do quite a few still lifes, especially in the winter when getting outside is difficult. Ice and snow make footing treacherous. I’m not overly graceful at the best of times, so I’m wary when the sidewalks are slick.




I think everyone has done at least a few still lifes. We are always trying to catch the light just right, make the ultimate statement in picturing a single egg.

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And, if nothing more, this is a wonderful exercise for any photographer, experienced or not.

Thanks Paula!

A November Woods

Still burdened with a stubborn cough, even so — I can get to the kitchen and out the back door. Camera in hand. Such a beautiful day. A good excuse to use a camera I rarely use, the Olympus SP-810UZ (36X zoom) . I wondered what I might create.

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The woods is a still-life composed of leaves, twigs and rich blue sky.

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November came gently and sweetly this year. Winter will come before November is done, but for now it’s still almost summer though it carries the palette of late autumn.

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The seasons tick along. Nature’s clock, relentlessly marching towards winter. So far, November is warm and bright. Color hides in the crooks of trees.

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Good to live in a place where nature abounds. No searching. My forest is beautiful.