I don’t feel equal to the task of choosing the best of the photos I took today. While some of them were duds, I really do like the majority of them. In honor of my indecision, I will share a Flickr photo album I made of every picture I took today.
There’s something very candid and vulnerable about sharing a camera roll. It’s like the unretouched swimsuit shot of a photographer’s creative process. It offers the good, bad, and mediocre of one day in my photography hobby. This album does randomize the order of the shots to prevent boredom for the viewer.
The sunshine was glorious today. Last week I was trying to get excited about taking pictures on cloudy days, but there’s nothing like a clear sky to deepen the color of everything,
I’d be honored if you visited my photo album.
Some of the flowers in my garden persist despite a few frosty nights. The weather has been too inhospitable for much deadheading or trimming of these plants. The time has come to let this garden season go, but I will not pull the annuals until every last blossom is spent.
I will cherish this year’s garden for years to come. This was the year their bounty helped sustain me.
The weather was gloomy today: deeply overcast skies with the threat of rain. The temperatures hovered in the low 40’s, but I ventured to my favorite local park, determined to conquer the challenge of capturing leaf season during cloudy weather.
I fiddled with some of the settings on my camera, dialing up the ISO and adjusting the white balance. I learned that there is more drama in low light than I suspected.
Leaves blaze in bokeh behind a dried wildflower. It’s like leaf season is a dying star, and its peak is a supernova before winter’s chill sets in.
The light continues to be elusive. The skies have been the sort I find hard to conquer with exposure. If I let the camera meter for the leaves, the sky is a blown out white. If I do the opposite, I get silhouettes instead of well-exposed subjects. I suppose the light is deceptive on deeply overcast days. Everything seems dim, but the sky is actually quite bright.
During my drive home from work today, the clouds parted briefly to offer some decent filtered sunlight. I did a quick photo walk through my neighborhood to seize this opportunity to capture the riot of fall color that has teased us on these cloudy, rainy days. It’s as if these scenes are unwilling subjects at their most beautiful, and the cloud cover abets their hiding out in the open. It’s like nature is telling us that we must enjoy this last hurrah of the season first hand, for it resists committing itself to memory in a tangible way.
I think of the red and orange fallen leaves I tried to keep in my youth. Every one faded in color, but not in my memory.