Day 292 of 365

Autumn brightness

A burst of brightness in New York's Meatpacking District.

Day 247 of 365

Light of the full moon

I tried to move around to get the streetlight from the parking lot out of the shot, but was unable to do so. Still came out pretty well, I thought.

Update: Submitted for plants

Day 209 of 365

Flowers on the table

Messing with the macro. At first, I didn't like that there's no one part that's in sharp focus -- and then that grew on me and I prefer it.

Day 176 of 365

Well, orange you a pair

Waiting for a friend outside Citi Field.

Day 162 of 365

Roses on the fence

The rain continues to hang over us, and with a late train today, I hustled to work with little time to stop and photograph the roses.

Day 130 of 365

Bleeding hearts

Got up in the morning to sweep the porch for our Mother's Day grilling and took a moment to shoot the flowers that have been blooming for more than a week. Alas, they'll soon be gone.

Day 87 of 365

Crack in the sidewalk

Spring is springing in these here parts.

"Gold and Grand Tetons," Wyoming, May 2006

Tetons in bloom

While I've certainly taken my share of macro and closeup flower photos, I tend to prefer blooms as an accent to the scene rather than a bulb of color dominating the frame. Those shots certainly have their use, and I continue to shoot them, but my personal preference is to try to work the bulbs into a more wide-reaching image. So that's why I knelt on the ground on a breeze May afternoon outside Grand Teton National Park to position these low-lying flowers just right.

"Morning light, Florida," February 2006

Morning light

The morning was as warm as it looks. The blinds were drawn to within two feet of the floor on this floor-to-ceiling window, and as I knelt to pack my bag for the flight home, I noticed the light coming through the leaves on the plant. They weren't even necessarily that pink, but they came across that way at this time of day. It was among the last photos I took on that trip, getting in a few more shots before the drive to the airport and a few hours confined to the plane. It's one of those shots that, to me, doesn't show anything of note, yet I still remember the mood and the feeling of that morning.

It's been nearly a month since I've taken the camera out and captured anything fresh, and I'm growing restless, itching to do so again. Today would've been perfect had I had more time when I headed down by my parents, where they got more ice than we did and the trees were encased in ice and glistened in the sun as if they were glass. With the light at the right angle, the trees twinkled as if strung with lights at Christmas. Gorgeous.

"Lilac No. 3," New Jersey

In mom and dad's backyard.

Winter hasn't quite hit New Jersey yet, but it's on the way this week. We're due for steady temperatures in the 30s, and that first snowfall can't be too far behind. We've barely had so much as a flurry. Other than a light dusting on December 26 in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, the last time I saw snow was in May in Wyoming.

Beyond winter lies spring, and with it the perfume of a new beginning, the smell of the lilacs that sprout up all purpley in yards and gardens and remind us to air out the house.

"At the San Diego Zoo," April 2006

She's not one for portraits, so hopefully she doesn't stop by this blog this week. She's away for the weekend, so maybe I can put up a newer entry before Monday. In any case, we went back to the slope of orange flowers -- pansies, I think -- because I thought a portrait of her in her orange wrap in front of the flowers would be a nice blend of her favorite color. Unfortunately, we couldn't find a spot where the flowers blanketed the hillside, or at least approached a 50-50 ratio with the green leaves, but we still got a nice shot out of it. I should send it to her parents.