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.
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.
As I mentioned in my preview for this post, I took more than 300 photos during this morning’s photo walk. Lots of these shots were second takes of favorable scenes. I’m in the habit of taking multiple shots of the same things in the event the first shot is blurry, underexposed, etc. With that aside, I still had a hard time choosing which shots to post today because I like so many of them. This is certainly a better scenario than coming home to discover that very few of the images prove to be pleasing to the eye. Does anyone else suffer from the occasional “bad hair day” of photography? In all honesty, sometimes this happens to me more often than not.
We’ve had plenty of direct sunlight today, and this bumped up the saturation of fall color a bit compared to yesterday when the light was a bit more elusive.
I can only hope we have a couple more sunny weekends favorable for fall photo walks.
Peak fall color is still a fortnight away, but my husband and I ventured out to a local park this morning to capture some of the brighter leaves on the margin of the forest. By the way, my husband has started taking nature pictures, too, but I have not yet convinced him to start posting them online. He will be retiring in a year and a half and plans to devote himself full-time to his vintage bicycle hobby. I’ve told him he should consider blogging about his hobby, but I haven’t succeeded in that campaign, either.
While it would be neat to have interests like photo sharing and blogging in common with my husband, I can content myself with the notion that he is a rare treasure almost undiscovered by the world at large.
This week I saw a comedy clip on Facebook about a woman who freaks out because she has started dating a man who has no social media footprint whatsoever. She and her friends are so befuddled by this that they resort to creating an ad-hoc intelligence agency to figure him out. I wish I had a link to that video, for it is highly amusing. Anyway, my husband is like that guy. He has no presence on social media aside from my images and mentions of him. I’m glad I grew up in an era when you couldn’t scope someone one by stalking their Facebook, for I’d have thought it strange that he opted out of it. Maybe I’d have wondered if he had five wives in different states or belonged to the witness protection program, and I’d have alienated him with my suspicions.
I was glad to have him with me this morning. Enough of the leaves have fallen in the forest to reveal some spooky features, like this fallen tree:
My husband said it reminded him of an elk. Close by there was a tree carved with many initials of couples who also strolled through that forest:
I did persuade my husband to take a little walk with me on video. I made this clip by setting my phone on a tripod and pressing record, and then I trimmed it with the YouTube app on my phone. I’m sharing that little tip with you in case anyone else is interested in creating videos of moments with those who are near and dear to you.
This morning we were chasing the light because the sky was clouding up as we were taking our photos. The moments of dull light gave us more time to reflect on how many times we’ve visited that park over the years. I am grateful that I am nowhere near exhausting my interest in this locale. I am also blessed that I can’t imagine ever growing weary of talking to my husband. Even during the spans of time that have not been easy, he has yet to run out of fascinating things to say.
This morning I headed toward downtown by the Ottawa River. There’s no denying that fall is upon us, even though its official start is more than a week away.
The trees that sustain the most direct sunlight are starting to change color. I also spotted a stray ginger cat sitting beside a walking bridge that spans the river:
While he lingered long enough for me to take a few pictures of him, he made himself scarce whenever I tried to get closer than five paces from him.
I really adore leaf season. If only it could last long enough to crush the harshness of winter.
Fall in Allen County, Ohio