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.
lee’s keys
Right where he wears them every day.
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.
napping sarah
Sarah is the resident farm cat. In a chilly fall day, she was able to find a sunny spot out of the wind. What to do? Take a nap of course.
4 1/2 quarts
Don't know about you fine folks, but I am feeling a little low. 4 1/2 quarts is not much to write home about. If I can get her up around 12 to 16 quarts, then we would have something to talk about.
How many quarts do you have?
its just like clockwork
clearly black and white
I sometimes get into a black and white image phase. I become enamoured with the wonderful tones and textures that B&W photography can give you. The current phase has lasted longer than most and for that I will apologize. Still, the simplest of objects, like this glass pitcher, can be stunning in shades of grey. My eye is drawn to the shape of the pitcher and to the lines of the reflecting glass. When I have had enough, I will return to color in all of its glory. For now, I am in love with the simple beauty that is black and white.
checking gear
barn window
I just can't resist a good window. A sort of weakness, I would suppose.
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