Some Ogden Sun

A bit of a drive through the city to Ogden Point, and a walk along the water. The weather was crazy strange, windy, warm, cloudy, with bright sun desperate to push through patchy sky cover. I like the rusty old wall that separates water from walkway here, its so vivid and full of character.

Scrounge scrounge scrounge

So, although I was discouraged with the mini shoot, I think I found a few more pics I like. Editing seems to make me nuts though, tunnel vision has driven me to just let go of it all. I played a lot with random colors through some of these, checking out various options and palettes. Ok, a couple more here, enjoy!

One of those days

So, this is one of those shoots that I just felt a bit displeased with. It wasn't the day, the camera, the air, the weather, no, not even the subjects, it was simply just one of those days. A day that a photographer feels like they are scattered and undirected, no matter how much thought and planning went into the event. My tongue felt tied when I wanted to give instruction, my mind went blank when I was trying to figure out my lighting, and even when it came to editing I have been all over the place. In this wretched state, I could easily say that I have lost inspiration, motivation and passion....but I haven't, they are only hiding until I find them again, or perhaps they took a vacation and will be back soon. Whatever the case, I know this happens to others, so perhaps tomorrow will have more success. Here are a couple of the ones I actually kinda like.

I think I like it....

For some reason I like these pictures. I like it when someone's beauty shines through a quirky ensemble. The eyes shine shy, the smile swings hello, the face forces wonder. I like them, though possibly more contrived than something found naturally, I still like them....

Bella

So today brought packing all my gear up in a lovely new blue case, one that I could merrily roll behind me from the mainland to my island home. It seems to exude the general aura of 'photographer' so it felt a little nicer to drag this new friend onto the ferry than my initial makeshift studio case....in actual fact, an old Thai suitcase. My dad is a resourceful person and found the new, and quite suitable, replacement:) This new nest for all of my studio wares was used tonight, right off the ferry, for a quick shoot of a cutie munchkin. Here are a couple of the best that I could snatch in the brief time before she entered what her mom deems "the witching hour" when crankiness and red rubbed eyes don't make for the most attractive portraits of this type.

Alice...

"Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?'"

Like a looking glass, Alice's restless musings reflect my impressions as a photographer. What is life without pictures? Conversations? Senses? Relationships? What is our experience here without all we sense and and feel and capture? Relationships we carve out? The full overflowing wash of life we absorb? So, I am choosing to document a little more, venture a bit further, and jump beyond the doubt that swirls and twirls my button brown curling hair...perhaps I will discover even more beyond the rabbit hole:)