Photography is all about light. So, when I find myself in the dark, in need of a photo, I instinctively search for illumination. It’s rarely as black as it seems.
What’s that, you ask? Fairy dust? Nope, just dust.
It was one of those golden hour moments, where the sunlight is just streaming in and making everything look so beautiful. I couldn’t help be enchanted (and, of course, appalled) at the way the sunlight revealed thousands of tiny dust particles. They sparkled, kissed by the sun, like flecks of gold suspended in mid-air. It was so quiet and lovely. It stopped me in my tracks like a fond memory.
Fresh snow is like a gigantic blank canvas, perfectly suited to the irresistible human desire to make our mark wherever we go.
I always enjoy discovering other people’s creations, like these undulating lines – so like the flowing current – rolling along the frozen creek bed.
I’m not going to lie: the 365 project has kind of fallen apart over the past few weeks. No excuses, no regrets, just life. I’ve still been taking pictures, but not every day. So, what I plan to do with the blog is get this baby caught up so at least I’ve shared a photo 365 days of the year AND I’m rededicating myself to finishing out 2013 with a photo a day.
And now, apropos of nothing, here’s a cool pic of a lionfish I snapped at the Great Lakes Aquarium in Duluth recently. Happy Friday!
I received photos from the Traffic Signal Mural Project of my finished utility box. My design, “Wet Paint” is an old favorite, a shot of the perfect juicy swirl of vibrant colors Sawyer had on his palette one hot summer day before he dug in with his brush. I love the contrast of this image against the brick wall.