Category: Black and White
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Chasing Light: Every Day Needs a Night
Designation: Dark Sky at Kissimmee Prairie State Park in Okeechobee, Florida. Independance Day weekend has come and gone, and a storm named Elsa didn’t bring the disater some predicted (non-Floridians for the most part). I’m now back at my day job and having a bit of wanderlust withdraws. Kissimmee Prairie State Park was beautiful, and…
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Whatever Happened To…
Have you ever taken a photo and wondered – what’s the story? Or in this particular case – was it really forever? Okay Timmy and Missy, what are you two love birds up to today? It’s been said that a picture is worth a thousand words (cliche right?), but that’s what I love so much…
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Black and White v. Color
It always amazes me how a simple shift from color to black and white changes the entire mood of a photo. In the color photo, my eyes are drawn to the trees, yet in the black and white version of the exact same photo, I am caught by the car lights at the end of…
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Puddles
I really need to get out at night more often – especially in the rain. While this wasn’t a down pour by no means, I would have loved to have been the proverbial fly on the wall (or umbrella in this case) watching the absurdity of my husband and son attempting to keep me dry…
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Wrinkles Embraced
“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.” William Shakespeare The story behind these eyes transcends his wrinkles. This unassuming man is an immigrant, a decorated WWII veteran who witnessed Mussolini’s demise in Italy, a loving and doting husband who is now a grieving widow, a humble servant, and a devout Christian approaching a century…
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Keep Me Dry
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. Langston Hughes Night photos in the rain…this is what I call peace. As I continue to grow in this field, I find myself reading more professional blogs. Several have said to throw…
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Train Tracks Downtown
I love black and white. When I see a great black and white image, I can smell the developer, and my eyes automatically seek out the red lights of a darkroom. With today’s technology, darkrooms have become archaic, but oh how I long for the quiet power of dodging and burning paper. This photo was…
Peace In The Margins 