I was up in Whidbey Island for one brief evening, settling in and warming up for a 5 day master class with Sam Abell. Unfortunately, it was not to be. I was called home early the next morning to attend to a family medical emergency (all are well, albeit with a new pacemaker).
While I was there, I did this short study of views of Penn Cove taken from a walking path parallel to Front Street. The rain had stopped, but the clouds were still heavy. The gray clouds and wild roses set the tone. Working to bring together my ideas for simple landscapes, story telling, and true representations. As I think more and more about working with film (these were not, unfortunately, also captured on film), I think about telling it more like I see it and less like I can process it. It puts an added constraint to find the situation that will shine without dramatic processing. These are processed sparsely and exposed in low key to match the moody sky
Taken with Olympus OM-D E-M5 at 25mm (50mm EFL).
In the Southwest photographers chase the storms to find great light, yet is seems up in the Pacific Northwest the weather is just sitting there ready for the taking. This image taken from the bow of the car ferry between Mulkiteo to Clinton during the 15 minute crossing.
Good Morning by I Nancy, on Flickr
Your at a location and your mind is running through its paces. You are asking yourself questions. What is the location telling you? What do you want to concentrate on? What lens should you chose? What camera settings are you going to choose? Where is the light? – Where IS the light?
Here I was shooting predawn at the Piedras Blancas Lighthouse area just above San Simeon. At some point I turn around and BAM!, there was the light. A beautiful light – skimming across the glass lands and lighting up the wildflowers like evening sparklers. I was shooting long and recorded the lines and colors and undulating fields as well as the muted foothills in the background.
1000 Foot Drop by I Nancy, on Flickr
Have you seen enough red? I should have taken a picture of all of the red sand in my shoes. We had a joke on our trek: “Oh goodie, more sand”.
Horseshoe Bend is just south of Page Arizona and the Glen Canyon Damn which forms Lake Powell. With a parking lot just off the highway, it is easy enough to get to. However, you do have a short 1/2 mile walk to the edge up and over a hill through, you guessed it, sand. The skys were somewhat overcast creating an evening of evenly diffuse light as the sun began to set over the distant ridge. The flat lighting actually made this a perfect opportunity for some black and white. I think the foam on the edges of the Colorado and the ledges jutting into the scene are what I like most about how this turned out.
This is my take on Horseshoe Bend. If you get to this corner of the Utah / Arizona border, you should get yours too.
The back entrance into the Murdoch property
near Lake Sherwood, California
Another gray and foggy day (this is the closest thing to fog in southern California) afforded myself, Hutch, and Ron a chance to do some subdued landscapes.