Sunday, we went for a walk, it was a beautiful spring day, and as usual I had my camera with me. This time I decided to take with me, and use only my fish-eye lens. I like to work with one lens for a while it helps to see things differently and understand how that lens works in different situations. Here I was laying on the ground in amongst a group of pine trees. The ultra wide optics causes some distortion around the edges give the illusion that the trees are in a football huddle, or group hug!
I sit here looking at the photo and think there should be a great haiku poem about the hugging pines but can’t get my head into it this morning, how about you, does this image spark poetry in you. if so let me kow…………
The Calgary Farmer’s Market has so many wonderful vendors. We picked these tulips up from the Innifail Grower’s. Delicate yellow and peach colored flowers, bundles of tulips sitting in a bucket of water calling out to me to take them home. They do a beautiful job bringing color and spring to my kitchen.
my guitar has six strings,
it gets lonely when nobody sings,
musical and magical…….Jose Murguia
I don’t have a guitar, and I don’t have a musical bone in my body. People pay not to hear me sing, I am so bad! Can’t carry a tune in a paperbag, so they say. I wish it was different by it isn’t. This picture was taken at the house concert we attended a couple of weeks ago.They were sitting so patiently between sets! The two guitars are sitting on a stand that holds three guitars, so together like this it almost looks like a reflection. I hope you have time to enjoy the music today.
I watched Micah, he was performing at the flamenco show March 18, 2012 at the Auburn Saloon, I wanted to do a close up photo showing the hand stuming the strings. the haiku came later as I worked on the image, using s split toning, a warm black and white feeling. Like the feeling in the room that night. Micah is a young quitarist, hoping to study flamenco guitar in Spain this fall, we were lucky to sit with his parents and learn a little about him and his dream, and the Flamenco community in Calgary
Having my blog nominated by Jakesprinter at http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com is quite a complement, and I want to thank Jakesprinter for acknowledging my blog, it is nice to know that the photos and content are enjoyed.
There are three simple rules after being nominated as a versitile blogger;
1. Thank the person who gave you this award by linking to their blog! with that I do want to thank Jake for nominating my blog, and recommend that you heck out his blog, he has some great illustrations, and is working hard to build a community by not only asking readers to get involved with him, but by reaching out to support other bloggers. He seems to have a wonderful sense of humor!
2. Nominate 15 bloggers here is 15 blogs I read, enjoy and are inspired by
3. Tell your readers 7 things about yourself: that’s probably harder than picking 15 great blogs out of all the great blogs out there!
1) I love to travel; 2) I carry my camera almost all the time; 3) I love poetry, and have been reading/studying haiku; 4) I am a volunteer at the Calgary Stampede, Western Photo Gallery Committee; 5) dancing is a great way to spend the evening; 6) dinner with family and friends is another great way to spend the evening; 7) I would like to see sunrise more often!
She’s a pretty girl; her eyes smile just like she does: softly and often,
haiku by Ociel Guadalupe.
While Taleeta was not smiling in this picture she did smile often and easily during our photo session, and the haiku by Ociel seemed appropriate. Poetry can be an inspiration for photography, or a photo can be an inspiration for a poem, either way there does seem to be a complementary aspect.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. Carl Sandburg
When working with Fredau we wanted to create some great shadow images, she was wonderful and exagerating her movement, her shadow was like another model on set. It was a great excercise to experiment with light, movement and personality.
It may come as a surprise to some that I do write poetry, or at least what I call poetry, because I rarely share it!
Today the image and words came together for me. I wonder what old friend might read this and be motivated to pick up the phone or send an email. I wonder, is there an old friend that you would like to hear from that maybe you should call?