Tag: hdr
Hushed tones
Wherever possible I try to get my photos on the computer and processed with little time wasted. Doing so closes out my mental workflow. In a relatively short period of time I’m able to produce something tangible (digitally speaking) to share with you. I, in turn, get to let go and immediately transition my brain…
Some days the sun goes out in style
… and leaves us in awe. I’m certainly glad I made it over to Sunset Point in Ship Bottom, New Jersey for what turned out to be some top shelf sunsetting action. There were plenty other revelers to take in the visual mastery, too. Related: I was most pleased to see those in attendance hang…
This is how you sunset
Thank you, Mother Nature. I am one shimmying fool. It’s been a long time, man (and women and boys and girls). Sunsets have been alluding me for the better part of Summer. That certainly changed with a flourish today. As I was down on Dock Road shooting I honestly didn’t know what direction to fix…
Summer sunset on the salt marsh
Finally, folks. Finally I’ve been in some kind of sunset slump. Whether by poor scheduling or just busted weather conditions, it’s been months since I’ve caught me a quality sundown. Somehow tonight my spider sense was tingling. During my commute home I was noticing some promising cloud development and decided to bail on my evening…
California cruising
A few weeks back I spent the week away on the left coast. It was my second time. Leaving Eastwatch by the Sea it’s still strange to watch the sun set over the ocean. Rising it what I’m used to. Clearly I don’t get out much. While I was staying with good friends in Huntington…
Marsh gone green
Photographing the salt marsh is not without trade-offs. In winter deep color sunsets rendered almost daily reign supreme; while in summer, the rich awakening of lush green marsh grass tells our eyes all they need to know that summer is here. Each are splendid in their own way. Tonight was my first night shooting wide…
Bob Ross, still with us
I grew up on Bob Ross. Streams. Mountains. Happy little trees. And while I never could paint, I’m fortunate to have found the medium of photography to capture our world in my own way. Under impressive cumulus clouds and an afternoon of time to kill, Jonathan Carr and I ventured out to Ballanger Creek Tick…