My friend Rob made this small chest for the farm. His work is fantastic.
creep at the window
Sometimes a title just comes to me and it seems to fit the image just perfectly. This is not one of those times.
three little birds
Three small barn swallows resting on a ledge in the main barn at Carriage Hill. They constantly flit around the inside of the barn, never letting you near. This image was taken with the 70-210mm lens set at 210mm.
sepia morning on the farm
I has to walk backwards for thirty feet to get the sun in the right position for this shot. I think it was worth the effort. The overcast and cloudy sky helped as well.
fence lines
I don't normally like to shoot outdoors on bright sunny afternoons. The harsh shadows are just too… harsh. However, in this case, they managed to create interesting lines leading to the cooling barn.
fight
At work, I was knee deep in a project requiring a mock "Like" button when I realized that I was only one hand away from having a thumb fight button. Sometimes one project just spins off a quick little idea for another.
lee’s keys
Right where he wears them every day.
the road forward
a tough one
When you place a white horse in the sun and a black horse in the shade, you are asking for trouble. The camera's dynamic range can't handle the whites and blacks at the same time. Something has got to give and in my case, it was the whites. Poor Jane has her white coat blown out in the strong sun light.
In the second image, I correctly exposed for Jane's white coat while letting not worrying about how Belle's blacks would look. I could get away with it because … well, you can't see Belle in the picture. Just her ears. Poor Belle, she got all dressed up for nothing.
scuse me while i crack the sky…
I just liked the shape of this tree and the way it looked like it had huge arms and was waving them around. The tree appears as though it could come from a horror movie.
This image also makes me remember that as a child, my mother taught me that the trees made the wind blow by waving their branches around. Sure enough, every time the wind was blowing, I could see the trees waving their limbs like mad. Who is to say that she wasn't right?
tim mcmurdo 