I have handsome boys…
…but I’m starting to get the impression they are getting fed up with all the picture taking I’ve been doing.
What do people even do if they don’t have chickens to model for them when it’s the last day of their weekly photo challenge and they haven’t come up with anything yet?
Life without chickens would be challenging.
I didn’t quite capture the real warmth that the evening light leaves on the snow.
I can’t quite see that feel the evening has when the snow looks like it’s glowing golden alongside the cool blue shadows.
I missed the wintry wonder of being able to see the warmth of the sun even as your cheeks stiffen in the cold.
But that’s okay, we finally have a winter wonderland outside again and I’m happy to try again tomorrow!
(It wasn’t an outright question so much as a raised eyebrow of disbelief. But you see…)
There is a shift that my brain makes when taking pictures, where it goes from what catches the attention of the naked eye to what can be captured through the camera lens.
Some times the shift is hard to make.
It takes more concentration than I have if I’m talking or multitasking so I don’t often take many pictures in a group of people. Instead I make the shift most often when I’m on my own.
When there is no one to tell me to hurry up (except the dogs and they never mind if I fall behind) and nothing to distract me. Then when my focus shifts I can find hundreds of tiny details and shapes that I want to try and capture.
I fiddle with my camera as I experiment with the best ways for it to help me catch the possibility I see in my mind.
I bless the digital camera gods as I snap and review, fiddle and adjust, and snap some more.
Once I’ve started looking through the lens everything seems photogenic if I can just catch the right light, angle, focus, background…
When it comes time to review pictures on the computer there are more misses in my captures than keepers.
And many pictures like these geometric shapes that caught my eye…
…still look just like the rabbit poop and dried corn leaves that they really are.
(And that, Honey, is why I took a picture of rabbit poop.)