Welcome to Moments Photography by Sandy's blog about photography and creativity. Always on the prowl for ways to keep learning, trying, inventing and shooting pictures. I will share my adventures, addictions, and antics below. Come visit often and share what you will. Live abundantly, giving, sharing and loving. . .
There is so much talk these days about LGBTQ, in part and as a whole. I'm glad that this talking is in the mainstream. We need to talk. Talking is the only way that differences in thinking can be recognized, expressed and potentially understood. Along those lines, there is a difference in thinking about the flowering plant clover, that I would recommend to represent a parallel analogy and suggest as the official flower.
The clover is a beautiful flower to some, to others it is considered a nuisance and should be eradicated by any number of methods. Like these LGBTQ individuals that live with and among us, the leaves of the clover blend in well with the grass and travels under and over the existing foliage. Sometimes you don’t even notice the clover until it blooms. These blooms come in different colors like purple, red and white. Red clover is medicinal having healing properties for the blood. I drank it for nearly a year after being bitten by a brown recluse spider to cleanse the blood and organs from the hidden poison from this bite, but that is another story for another blog post. My point is that like this group of people, they are among us. They always have been. Perhaps you've only noticed now because of the bold "flowers" that have risen in society, unwilling to be ignored. These “flowers” as people have learned to love themselves just as they are and now are willing to embrace this within the culture.
As flowers in nature, clover are picked by children and given to loved ones. The leaves and stems make a beautiful crown or headdress for creative play. Endless time can be spent looking for that special leaf, unlike the others, called the four leaf clover. And like its close cousin, the mistaken dandelion, an herb with healing properties for all its parts, which when allowed to bloom, mature and go to seed, the flower is used to make a wish. The child blows the seeds and they are sent into the field with the potential of manifesting something wanted. Imagine the correlation, these special people, these four leaf clovers, which have matured and now claim their place openly with mostly the simple wish of love.
Have props - can move...gather some props and a chair. You can go anywhere. Or don't go anywhere and leave the chair right where it is. You'll need some light, a side light is nice. Here's one of the chair. And then I start making all kinds of combinations. So I start, I ramble and eventually, I clean up.
So first we have eggs. Like seeds, it is said that there lies the potential for an entire forest in one seed. Now, let's go back to the egg. Which came first may never be answered. But while listening to Deepok Chopra, he said the the word for yogi, yoga, and yolk come from the same root, meaning the unification of body, mind, soul, spirit and environment. Maybe egg is too simplified of a word to contain a yolk. It definitely sounds more important than the word chicken. I don't know. I have no final answer.
I am so thrilled when animals will get close to me.
Mother Hen? No, fake eggs, shhh
Post production to digital photography is what the dark room was for film. Only it's so much easier to access and play with. The process is endless. Below are two images. The first has some post production for maximizing what you can do to match what you see with your eyes. Cameras cannot capture all that you see without a bit of adjustment. It is all in the digital image. But you have to pull out and push back areas to create the balance you are looking for. The second image uses a preset designed by KimKlassen.com.
I was obsessed with pumpkins last fall. After trying for 5 years to get pumpkins to grow, I finally had one! The seeds were acquired from my husband's Uncle Forest. He was known for years and miles around for his large, edible pumpkins. I wanted to keep the seeds and tradition alive. So I tried. And I tried. And then I put some in little cups to watch and water and baby along. It worked! The beautiful little seeds sprouted just in time to go on vacation with me. Yes, I took them with me. I knew I was going to be gone a week. It was worth it. I eventually learned the meaning of jumping for joy. In reality, I had given up on getting any pumpkins. After I put them in the garden and vines grew and grew. but that is all. I looked for a pumpkin to grow, and I looked and looked and looked. I finally quit looking. One day I caught a glimpse of the green ball growing and jumped up clapping my hands before I had time to think. Eventually I had a 33.3 lb pumpkin. It was large. It was beautiful. And this year I'm going to do it all over again.
These pumpkins are store bought and arranged to imitate art - paintings.
Still life imitates art of still life or vice versa?!
Here's a glimpse of my pumpkin...
33.3 lb pumpkin - I was a farmer for Halloween so I could put it in a radio flyer and show it off!
Inspired by KimKlassen.com class called "Be Still" for still life photography.