Bath Time
Our old man, Crush Kitty, having a bath in the warm afternoon light. It was a “decisive moment” shot for me. I saw him starting and grabbed the camera in an attempt to catch this exact moment.
Our old man, Crush Kitty, having a bath in the warm afternoon light. It was a “decisive moment” shot for me. I saw him starting and grabbed the camera in an attempt to catch this exact moment.
I’ve been wanting to take a shot of my crystal for a long time, but never got around to it until now. Coming off an epic week of travel photography, I didn’t want to leave the house. This was a perfect opportunity to fulfill my picture a day and stay home. This simple setup involved a piece of glass suspended between 2 chairs, a black backdrop underneath, and some underlighting. I especially like the little bit of rainbow color in the center, only visible at one specific angle.
Here’s some insight into the way my (photographic) brain works. While driving along an interstate, I catch, out of the corner of my eye, a shipyard filled with old Navy boats. 1.5 seconds later, I’m (safely) crossing 3 lanes for the exit. We happened upon this spot and not even a closed (unstable) sidewalk over the water could keep us out. I framed this shot up and wanted a long-ish exposure to bring out the movement in the sky. The reflections and the resulting tone of the image are my favorite qualities of this image. Special thanks to the security guard, Mike (maybe) for being so cool with escorting us off of the unstable sidewalk after we got our shots.
I’m still schoolgirl giddy about this location. It has been a bucket list location for me from the first image I saw of the interior. (even though it is extremely recognizable and easily found through the Googles, I’m not naming the location) The difficult entry (and exit.. sorry, Derek) was entirely worth it. No image can express the immensity of this room. It is by far the largest open air room I’ve ever been in. The snow on the equipment was a special bonus, as I’ve never seen another shot like it. We spent over 5 hours here, which is about 48 hours to few.
The search for an angle on the city of Philadelphia began during golden hour. This view presented itself as we drove over the Schuylkill River past the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I quickly found a space to park and we walked over, sans tripods, to grab a few quick shots. Once we got there, it was decided that we needed to go and get the tripods and come back to capture the first moments of twilight including the light trails of the evening rush hour. Useless fact: the dashed line of red light on the right side is an ambulance.
At the end of day 2, we found ourselves too close to NYC to pass up. Google Maps provided a few really fantastic spots to view the Big Apple from the Jersey side of the Hudson river. Fortunately for us, the recent snow (and the need for snow removal) forced a gated community to be wide open for two opportunistic photographers. I love reflections on water and foreground elements that anchor views even more.
The first stop on a trip to Philly, Bethlehem Steel, didn’t fail to impress. This old blast furnace has been preserved and is available to tour by the public. We visited on a very cold and icy evening during the rise of a nearly full moon. You can see it peeking out from behind the center feedstock inlet. The contrast of the reddish orange and the blue, for me, provides a natural vignette forcing the viewer’s eye to the center of the image.
I really wanted to get a shot of trees casting long shadows on untouched snow today. It wasn’t meant to be. I did, however, manage to walk through the woods close to sunset in some gorgeous warm light, both in color temperature and degrees Fahrenheit. I happened upon a branch that still had one little leaf attached. It just glowed in the afternoon sun. I switched to my macro lens and got in real nice and close. I love the shallow depth of field, the soft out of focus area (known as Bokeh), and the curl of the leaf’s stem where it meets the branch. Long shadows can wait for another day.
Snowpacalypse twenty sixteen! The roads were far better than the drivers this morning as I headed into the city to attempt to get a photo of a snow covered Clemente Bridge. Of all of the roads in the city, the one that was the best maintained was, sigh, the Clemente Bridge. I’m still very pleased with how this came out. The soft colors of blue and yellow looked like a pastel drawing. I shot this with my 70-200 lens to add a bit of compression and to get the 2nd arch of the bridge a little closer inside of the “frame” of the first arch.
It is snowing like crazy. The roads are terrible. There’s no more eggs, milk, or bread left at the grocery. It is Friday night. What would Jason do, you ask? Well, let me illustrate it for you. He drives out on a closed road and sets up a studio light to take a self portrait. What else would he do?