The third day of this fun course centering around the basics of photography asked me to interpret water. I chose one of the most beautiful places to take pictures of hydrogen and oxygen, the Cascades in my hometown. The blue phase of the electric waterfall was captured with fine detail. My hand was steady with this shot, making sure the water streaming down was not blurred. I framed this shot by stepping back a few paces, getting all three levels of the falls and the water rushing down below. I can still hear the beautiful sound of the water churning, splashing down in tidal waves on all three levels.
The yellow phase is a little more up close and personal. I see what looks like lacy curtains in the solid looking water. It reminds me of lemon flavored popsicles for some reason, maybe because this shot looks so delicious I can almost taste it. This shot, strategically captured from the side, incorporates elements of the evening sky with black smoky clouds floating by, the blinding bright light looking like the entrance to some higher world, and the lowly flowers in the turrets. Ahhh, now we have arrived in a hellish land, an oblivion. The mad, ferocious red and orange of this timely phase baths everything in a hot glow as if it’s a furnace. The water looks strikingly like hot magma, boiling, bubbling, flaring up as the stream splashes down. The fountain in the top right corner shooting red water high into the sky adds to this hellish scene. And now things cool down to an icy chill with the soothing dark blue phase of the Cascades. The white meshing with the chilling blue in the second level is so frozen looking, I literally feel ice forming in my veins. I captured everything in perspective with this wide angle shot, getting the rippling of the glistening pool with the luminescent green reflected on its surface.
I missed the first day of Photography 101 because I signed up late, but no bother: here is what I call the house of my dreams, taken while walking alongside a busy road one day. I love the shadow that is being cast by the tree in front and how all three trees and the shrubberies seem to guard the house.
And here are my pictures for the second day of Photo 101: the boulevard of my mobile community dressed in its annual snowy white and a monstrous overcast above the main road in my hometown.
If you could slow down an action that usually zooms by, or speed up an event that normally drags on, which would you choose, and why?
Men (and women) all around the globe are putting down their razors for one month to participate in No Shave November!
For those of you who aren’t aware, every November for God knows how long, men opt to not shave at all for an entire month to raise awareness for prostate cancer. No Shave November is believed to be in response to the pink ribbons worn for breast cancer awareness month. This monthly adventure of hairy, messy beard loving proportions started out as Movember where men (and sometimes women) would try to grow the best moustache by shaving only the rest of their face.
I usually don’t even notice the hair on my face growing – it seems to appear so quickly but now I have decided to chronicle the growth everyday in pictures until December 1st. A virtual way of slowing down it down and examining for an interesting pattern. By “slowing down” the process, I bet I could figure out how many days on average it takes the first hairs on my face to sprout and when a decent mug starts appearing. There IS a science to this people!
Do you know how long it would take to have the top layer of this container of gumballs to reach the very bottom? Probably a very, very, very long time since on an average day only a small handful of people ever receive gumballs from the machine. The descent these gumballs take is monumentally slow. Even two gumballs leaving the hoard barely moves the stack down an inch. Unless the glass of this tall stack gets broken and all the sugar filled assortments patter down like rain to the hard tiled floor, these gumballs are going to be stuck in a virtual traffic jam for eternity. They’re like tightly packed particles in a solid like object, unable to move or be free to wander by their lonesome. There’s no room to breathe; it’s like being stuck in a New Year’s Eve crowd in Times Square. If you follow the white gumballs traveling down the stack, the descent idea in this picture becomes more evident.
Raging bull Weakness of rain Proudful joy Cowardly brain Gentle giants Tough as steel TNT, ready to heel Laughing clown Crying baby Losing, trying, still can’t save me Rising, falling, against the resistance Smiling, frowning Until no existence God above Waiting for the day That I finally join him And be glorious in May While all the wrongs turn into rights And life gets tough and wants to bite Hard and strong The days press on There’s always a chance For a new upbeat song The road ahead keeps winding and turning But there is still a hot fire inside me That keeps burning and burning…