I haven’ posted a picture of the day in a while, so I felt it was time to delve through the pics and deliver some photographic goodness. P was the judge and jury tonight and, little did he know, he chose the photo that HE actually took! I’d forgotten I had this pic. Normally, I would have erased ANY close-up pictures of myself, but for some odd reason I like it. Despite looking old and haggard, I think the composition is great. P has a wonderful eye and one of these days….next week sometime…I will post a :”P’s Pictures of Awsumness Blog”. So without further ado…..
Black and White is Happy
by the Parkenator

The rest, the runners up, are my work. I especially love this shot of my niece. Everyone loves pictures of babies, right? This picture could have gone a little portraity on me, but looking from the perspective of her big O’ bald head just seems soft, and innocent. I was afraid the camera’s shutter click would wake her, and ruin my shot and my peace and quiet. I was absolutely right, and was lucky the first one was a good one.

I couldn’t post a picture of the day without including a pretty flower.

I was, once again, playing around with some lighting effects. Shockingly, I had white tulips on hands (cuz they’re not one of my favorites or anything). So I thought, “How about absence of color, color?”. I think it turned out nice. I really am wanting to improve my macro shooting. So if anyone has any suggestions, hints, tips, anything….lemme know.

To me, photography isn’t necessary the image itself but the emotion each image creates. Sure, some of the images can be a little generic. I mean, how many gnarly trees can one see before it’s just a tree? Nope, trees are like people. Each are different. Each one reflects the mood in which he is surrounded. My trees were having a meet-up along an old fence. The fence kept noting in particular in or out, but these old men trees were keeping watch.