Old age slows us down. That’s a given. But there are some people who accept their infirmities gracefully and just keep on chugging. This guy is one of them. He’s almost deaf and walks very slowly, bent over with a cane. He’s kind, always polite, almost courtly.
When I took this picture, he was trudging back to his house after taking his beloved Corgi for a walk. It’s a regular part of his day and we’ve never seen him go by without his sportcoat on even though his place is deep in the country and there is no need for that kind of formality.
The dog and he are such close companions. It is always lovely to see the two of them together.
I’m always happy to find a small object that tells a much bigger story.
Meditation, for me, helps me understand the incredible beauty and fragility of life. Our overblown sense of self and little puffed up egos fade as stillness clears our mind. I planted this tree. It was less than two feet tall then. It will still be there after I’m gone. That makes me happy.
I know this is not your conventional high-end photograph. But today while I was getting the oil changed in our Honda, I took a quick shot of the guy working on it. Looking at the elements in the picture, the color, composition etc., it isn’t bad. What might throw people off is the subject matter. However, I would contend that images like this have a place in our work. They may seem plebian now but later in time, who knows.
Sea, sky, boats, clouds, beach and a smattering of people. All elements present and accounted for!
I have a brother-in-law who is nuts about shooting sporting clays. Witness this pose for this portrait. Enough said…
Saw this tableau today in a place called Elmer’s Barn on my way back from Augusta. Elmer runs what can best be described as a high-end junk shop. However his choice of things to show is wonderfully eclectic and every now and then one runs across something pretty good. It’s especially worth stopping by if you happen to be a photographer because of vignettes like these.
Yes we are having breakfast and yes this is where we’re sitting. The place is named Nina June and it is in the town of Rockport, Maine. It is very hard to say which is better, the view or the food.
My sister Isabel has a great collection of beach glass on her dining room table. I took a conventional photograph of it but rather than focusing on the details, I wanted to just let the color loose.