Landscape photography is the slowest kind I do, and for that reason it's calming. I find diagonal lines in landscapes almost essential to lead the eye inward and give energy to the composition. I like people in my landscapes (when passers by luckily appear). They provide scale and they anchor a composition, like garden sculptures do. Light and color are always important, especially good light which is hard to define, but I know it when I see it.
Ring Billed Gulls' memories of winter. . . .
Killed by a sniper's bullet in WW1 poet Joyce Kilmer remembered trees beyond the trenches:
I think that I shall never see
a poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
against the sweet earth’s flowing breast; a tree that looks at God all day, and lifts her leafy arms to pray; a tree that may in summer wear a nest of robins in her hair; upon whose bosom snow has lain; who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree.
I'm fond of small cameras. A favorite of mine is,the Olympus XA. No camera is perfect, and this one has its quirks, but it's a honey of a travel camera. See some #photos of places I've visited with it. The XA has a leaf shutter and fixed 35mm lens. You turn on the meter by opening the clam shell dust cover. It has aperture priority and a split image manual focus. I like to load mine with Kodak Gold 200.
What I've learned by experimentation: #Stalking tips for #bird #photography: Dress in drab clothing & remove jewelry. Hide behind cover whenever available. Keep sun at your back and in bird's eyes. Move slowly and freeze stock still if seen. Hide your eyes with hat bill. (Birds see better than we do and they notice being noticed. They read our eyes). Approach when bird is preoccupied. Steady camera on rock or tree trunk or limb if available.
I'm still trying to understand what makes a good street photo. Most street photography doesn't impress me. "Why did he/she shoot that?" I often wonder. Some street photogs seem to get a thrill from getting in stangers' faces without getting punched. If my street photos don't have a feature of beauty or whit, or some clear social intent I ask myself: Why did I shoot that?
Purple Iris: from the humble to the extravagant.
I live next to the steep and rapid Brandywine River. It once powered hundreds of water wheels, making my area the heart of the industrial revolution in the American colonies. After hard rains, silt washed from Pennsylvania farms turns the river copper brown. Calmer, she runs clear and dark. In all seasons I love to #photograph the ever changing #Brandywine.
And still a few more vocalizers. . .
I've tried to learn bird calls by recordings. Didn't work. But I discovered that when I photograph a bird vocalizing the song stays with me. Henceforth when I hear the call it's easier for me to locate the bird in the bush, which makes trying for another photo much easier.
North American #Cardinals are very active now in #Delaware. As I hike, calls issue from right and left of the trail as rivals stake out their territory. My son used to call them "Satan birds" because he likes to sleep late and they would start their cheery calls before sunrise. Male and female often travel together. The less showy female is slightly calmer. Males stay in on
e place barely a few seconds, so they're very hard to photograph by stalking, which is my preference.
# photography. In Brandywine Park, Wilmington, Delaware, there's a grove of Japanese cherry trees, pink and white, which make every spring a delight. The trees are in their glory only about a week, so you have to anticipate the bloom and drop everything else to record the splendor. I think my timing this year was perfect. The magnolias are also in bloom.