Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Blustery Day


This morning, I caught the sun out while a front blew through. I often have taken images from this view without the highway sign in the frame. Today I felt it needed to be included.  










Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Hanging On

The leaf season here in Wisconsin is just past peak now. Several of the leaves have fallen to the ground except for many oaks, elms, and ash trees which are falling fast. For the last couple of days I have collected several pictures of different color leaves in various states of decay.





This maple is mostly bare now. I enjoy the single leaf in the upper right hand corner of the image being caught by the breeze as it made its way to the ground.
It is hard not to take a bad picture when the subject has done all the work for you.

Overcast days often allow for rich colors to be seen.

A day I wish I was wearing rubber boots. After several steps in the marsh, water filled my shoes.


Ah! Tamarack Pines.
Oak.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Black Water

A couple of weeks ago, I set out to Saxeville, Wi to take pictures of the Springwater Bridge. Today I am finally getting around to posting an image from that short trip.


Yesterday, I had the opportunity to spend some time in the darkroom doing some printing of images I made last week.  These prints were scanned on a flatbed scanner after the print has dried. I have a negative scanner and it does a pretty good job but there is something about looking at a contact(print) sheet from of a roll of film. It has an aesthetic that appeals to me. A look that scanning then viewing on a monitor sometimes leaves me uninspired. For example, last week I scanned an image that looked promising. After looking at it on the monitor I decided that there was no further need to pursue printing this image. So I put the negative back in its sleeve holder until yesterday when I made a contact print of the negatives. The same picture I had scanned took on a different look altogether.

Tomorrow River



Holding and viewing prints in your hands means something altogether different as well, at least for me.