Photo Friday: Whale of a good time

There is nothing like fighting your way on to an over crowded boat to see amazingly beautiful sea mammals.

Photo Friday: Towering Flag

Wanting to try something different, I decided to photograph a flag next to a building, from the base of the flag pole.

Photo Friday: Found moment in time

I have always said there are two types of timing, in photography; planned, and found.  Planned is when you know ahead of time when you need to take a picture to get the exact photograph you want; or you manipulate lighting, and your subject, to create the right conditions.

Found timing is being in the right place, at the right time to get a photograph, without any forethought.  If you take any pictures of nature, animals, and street photography, these will make up about 90 percent of your photographs.  Many of the most beautiful photographs I have ever seen have bee this kind.  If you want this more simply, these are also called “Accidental Pictures.”  They are shots that you could never plan for, but you have to be ready to take out your camera at any time, and this means you need to have a camera with you at all times.

In the “old” days, this meant carrying around a large camera, that usually took too long to set up.  These days, however, we have it easy.  If you have a cell phone, or a simple point and shoot camera, you can have a camera ready in a moment’s notice, without carrying around heavy equipment.

Today’s photos are a prime example of having a camera handy, when the moment was right.  As always, I hope you enjoy them.

 

Land of Promise

This photograph was taken today when I went to the store.  This was right after a rain shower that I got caught in.  The flag reminds me of the land of freedom, and the rainbow reminds me of the promise of God.

The only editing I did to the picture was make it vertical, and darken the image a touch.

Day 15: The path

The path

 

Life is a stone path

Through a flower garden.

As you walk, you will see

Many beautiful flowers.

You are so taken in by the beauty

That you don’t notice the weeds

Between the stones,

And you stumble only

To pick yourself up and continue.

You stumble many more times

Before you learn to watch

The path as you walk,

And then stop to look at the flowers.