The log teetered at the brink of the falling water, and I quickly positioned the camera to capture the moment it began the inevitable cascade over the brink. 222 more words
If climate change and/or El Nino keep it up, will the cove eventually be this lush in December?
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The poet William Stafford wrote an exquisite poem about muses, “When I Met My Muse.” My reading of that poem is that our muse lives inside each of us. 211 more words
It is very easy to become absorbed – too absorbed – by the scene unfolding through the lens.
I’ve written in the past about one of the dangers facing photographers – the way technology can get in the way of “experiencing” what is happening now, how we as photographers can miss the moment IN the moment by working so hard to preserve the scene for future viewing. 373 more words