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Shimmering Sun
As I sit inside the house, hours ticking by, I can’t help but feel that the sun would be spectacular tonight. So as sundown neared, I grabbed my Canon t7i and headed out back to the farm. The air was fresh and clean, a good sign for a nice summer, but as I looked up, the thought of the clean, crisp air cleared my mind. All I could think about now was the shimmering of the sun just above eye level. My gut was right, the sun is beautiful tonight. I can only think of how much I am enjoying this moment as I snap the perfect picture. However, as quickly as the snap from my camera, the sun has set. I guess I really enjoyed the moment, because I only got one perfect picture.
By Katie Morse6 years ago in Photography
Francesca Andre - Award Winning Filmmaker & Published Photographer
Award-winning filmmaker and photographer Francesca Andre is known for creating rich and opulent work, tackling the complexities of life. Through a beautiful lens she invites you to a world of color, full of passion and triumph. In 2018, Francesca Andre made the 40 Under 40 list of high achievers by Connecticut Magazine.
By Tammy Reese6 years ago in Photography
Good Morning, Kodiak
Hey! Amateur photographer here. I know almost nothing about settings, and my best strategy is "don't breathe", so my hands stay steady and shots don't come out blurry. Which is sometimes very hard to do, depending on my level of excitement. (I'm a really bad concert photographer because of this!) But this shot I captured back in 2013, is still one of my favorites ever, and makes me feel like a semi-professional. (I'm not even close, but it makes me feel that way!)
By Nixx Lea6 years ago in Photography
The Tree and the Trolley
Alone and frustrated, I wander the empty streets with only the light of the moon and the tungsten glow from ageing street lights to guide me. There’s something about empty streets that puts me at ease. I feel at home; I can wander through the night like a ghost without fear of being seen or judged or held responsible for anything. It’s both cripplingly lonely and oddly comforting at the same time. It’s as if, in the dead of night, I finally have a place to belong. In this world of shadow and stillness I’m like a visitor from another time. The world has moved on. People are gone. And only I remain. Forgotten buildings, nothing more than silhouettes against starry skies, tower silently above me. The cracks across their crumbling exteriors could be wrinkles across giant faces – monuments of the people I once knew and will never know again.
By Timothy Smith6 years ago in Photography
Barefoot in Chilly Waters
I’ve been going camping at my parents mountain property my entire life. Possibly hundreds of times as a child. Many of which I have no memory of. My visits as a teenager, felt more like a punishment. As an adult I’ve made only a few trips there with my own family.
By Alexis Didriksen6 years ago in Photography
Quicksand
Ocean Gate is a coastal town in central New Jersey wedged between the Toms River and the rustic pine barrens. It is known for its long neighborhood boardwalk that twists around shallow beaches, fishing piers, and shell-colored houses. When you look out at the water, you can watch double-decker yachts and catamarans pass each other by. The famous Thomas A. Mathis bridge leading to Seaside Heights looms in the distance. Because of its unprecedented beauty, Ocean Gate is where every county local goes to unwind.
By Kathryn Milewski6 years ago in Photography
Simplicity
Spring had finally sprung after a long and cold winter. As the cherry blossom trees started to bloom the anticipation of spring is heightened. Spring, as with each season, not only brings a sense of renewal, it also brings such purity, freshness and beauty.
By Angela Fosnaugh6 years ago in Photography
The Wattle Bird
The wattle bird perched precariously on the rusty, cobwebbed-covered handle of the ageing lawn roller. It twisted its head from side to side; surveying its surroundings with those dark, soulful eyes. The tiny white feathers upon its breast were suddenly ruffled by a soft, southerly breeze. Holding my breath, I raised my Nikon D810 to eye level; finding the shutter with my right index finger and readying myself to take the shot. But my movements were too quick and too sharp. The wattle bird was spooked, stretched it's wings, and flew away.
By Timothy Smith6 years ago in Photography
Being a hobbyist photographer
I cannot remember exactly when I started photography as a hobby, I have a vague recollection of being in my late teens. I remember my first "proper camera" was a bridge camera that was a gift from a friend, that I used to take photos on family ski trips and the first time I got a DSLR was another big step up for me. I found I got to grips with landscape photography easily as being able to pick out the beauty of nature was so easy to do, as there was so much to be inspired by.
By Duncan Ainsworth6 years ago in Photography
