It’s below freezing, the wind cuts like a knife and she is coming or going. It’s a good story either way.
Pear or Person? It doesn’t matter. They’re both old. I don’t usually make this kind of photograph but seeing the old wrinkled pear on our kitchen counter made me think of this conceptual shot.
The more I take photographs, the more the power of a black and white image appeals to me. That’s not to say every image looks better in monochrome but when the colors are dull and details lend themselves to having their contrast cranked up, the result can be pretty good.
Color is seductive but all too often it can obscure a weak composition.
This grove of trees is in Petaluma, California’s Helen Putnam Park. It’s a little less than an hour north of San Francisco in Sonoma county. To my eye, the absence of color and the muted gray tones make this a very meditative image.
I’ve been to this place hundreds of times. It’s land that was once owned by a old relative of mine who loved growing things, especially trees. I’m embarrassed to say in spite of all those visits, I never really “saw” those magnificent trees. In this photograph my wife is touching one. To me, it looks like she’s patting the universe.
If this isn’t obvious let me explain. This photograph is of the deep love my wife has for her Granddaughter. It’s absolutely wonderful to watch!