The weather is slowing my progress on the photo assignment for the week. I am looking everywhere for examples to use in the color assignment. I have turned my focus inside looking for the colors of the wheel.
I have so many house plants maybe I could think of something ...my mom suggested "propping" I never even though about it...if it didn't occur it wasn't photo worthy. I am looking forward to digging for prop materials!
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
These are all things in my front yard, or house.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Picture Day
I thought today I would try to get K's senior portrait, the family Christmas card, the photography assignment and just a nice day outside all accomplished at once. What a better setting that the lakefront, everyone matching outfits. I was so frustrated with my lack of forethought. the white shirts, the height of the sun in the sky the bounce of the light off the lake, made for a bad combo. I got some good shots, but none that I would say WOW what a great shot. I can't help but wonder if the ignorance I had pre this weeks readings were making a bad photo before or if ignorance was bliss. This is a picture of T on the Waterfront on the break water, one no flash all auto setting, one fill flash auto setting, and one I manually played with to get the "perfect" shot. However I am so critical now is it truly perfect or is it too dark?
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Ponderings...
Think about the sound you make when you take a bite of the best meal, or when you find your favorite pair of slippers, or even the sound you make just as you lay down exhausted. This is how fall feels for me, despite the fact that it's one of the busiest times of the year for me. Football season is here, 9 credits of classes, full time work and the full time schedules of children. What will I do when they grow and go? What is spare time?
K and I were talking about the fall Sunday afternoon routine, boys watching football, we pretend to know what's going on and that we care, then we quietly retreat to the kitchen. Bake, broil, grill, poach....you name it. Much of our problem solving, socializing as a family is done in the kitchen. The sounds of the game, the crisp air outside seem to make for some of the best munchies, big filling meals new experiments gone horribly wrong, and behind the strings of an apron it's never a problem.
Ajou recently sent me a really neat note about aprons, I will share with you;
The principle use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, because she only had a few, it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and they used less material, but along with that, it served as a holder for removing hot pans from the oven. It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.
From the chicken-coop the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.
When company came those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids; and when the weather was cold, grandma wrapped it around her arms.
Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove. Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.
From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled it carried out the hulls. In the fall the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.
When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.
When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.
It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that "old-time apron" that served so many purposes.
I look forward to pot roast, chili, venison stew, pumpkin pie and the smells and warmth of the season. Think again about that sound, the one of complete and udder contentment.
K and I were talking about the fall Sunday afternoon routine, boys watching football, we pretend to know what's going on and that we care, then we quietly retreat to the kitchen. Bake, broil, grill, poach....you name it. Much of our problem solving, socializing as a family is done in the kitchen. The sounds of the game, the crisp air outside seem to make for some of the best munchies, big filling meals new experiments gone horribly wrong, and behind the strings of an apron it's never a problem.
Ajou recently sent me a really neat note about aprons, I will share with you;
The principle use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, because she only had a few, it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and they used less material, but along with that, it served as a holder for removing hot pans from the oven. It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.
From the chicken-coop the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.
When company came those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids; and when the weather was cold, grandma wrapped it around her arms.
Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove. Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.
From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled it carried out the hulls. In the fall the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.
When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.
When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.
It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that "old-time apron" that served so many purposes.
I look forward to pot roast, chili, venison stew, pumpkin pie and the smells and warmth of the season. Think again about that sound, the one of complete and udder contentment.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Day 2- Where I'm From
I am from the garden, the shade and the lake
The Font, Muther, Ajou, Paduh, Penny, Petrie and Digger
I am from are we there yet? it’s not what you say it’s how you say it
A wrinkle in time, where the wild things are, and the giving tree,
I am from a solo paddle on Labrador Pond, an overnight railroad trip,
Tinker Falls tinkers and Mountain View summers.
I am from a lady slipper, the dinner table and a picnic basket
stuffed green peppers, pot roast, Ida’s gooey fooey on Sundays and homemade pasta on paddles.
I am from Oscar de la renta and diamonds, cigarette smoke and wood dust, cinnamon and sugar and old spice and hugs
I am from my boys who gave me motherhood and my cameras that gave me boxes of memories
I am from today, yesterday, tomorrow and always Tony, and my kids.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Day 1
So today starts a new semester for me. I am nearly done, can hardly believe that June this coming year I will have my degree! I have loved photography since high school, as far as I can remember. I have seen my mother with a camera my entire life however and if my children see a camera they automatically pose. I am looking forward to my digiphoto class, I am also taking a business class and an English class no where near as exciting.
My first try at blogging, lets see how it goes.
My first try at blogging, lets see how it goes.
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