Saturday, April 25, 2015

Classic candid portrait

The simpler the better is my motto when I shoot. This is especially true when shooting people. Here the flash was bounced about three quarters of the way. Simple but not simpler than it has to be to do the job.

Friday, April 24, 2015

Have a delicious weekend


History repeting itself

It was inevitable so it occurred.

Chinese manufacturer Yongnuo has produced basically a near-clone of Canon's by now old EF 35mm f/2, a lens that first came to the market in 1990. With a couple of minor changes (the most notable being the brand name on the front of the lens) this lens looks very similar to Canon's 25-year-old prime, but at an very cheap $115! 
Many will want to see some test reports on it's optical qualities. We must bare in mind  that if it's too good to be true, it probably is. We shall see. But people  were resistant to Japanese products initially and as they say the rest is history.                           

Tobacco farm


This wonderful tobacco farm is is Lancaster county, Pennsylvania and was shot late in the day when the light is magical. I love this classic American architecture.

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Red in the morning

This winter sunrise proves the wisdom of the adage "red in the morning sailors take warning." It did prove to be a very stormy day; but it made a nice image.

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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

The last bridge?

Because of the hypersensitivity to environmental issues, it appears likely that no more great bridges will be built. The Verrazzano Narrows Bridge [ two z's is the correct spelling] appears to be the last one. It is a magnificent  awe inspiring structure. 

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Monday, April 20, 2015

Morning light

Shot as I was going out with my dog this very morning [yesterday really] when the light was playing it's magic.




Sunday, April 19, 2015

Have a beautiful week


Whose woods these are......

                                                                  
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
 
By Robert Frost   
 
Whose woods these are I think I know.                                  Just teasing
His house is in the village though;                                         The snow is finally gone
He will not see me stopping here                                           It's about time 
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer                                        Let's enjoy the SPRINGTIME
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.