I’m kind of a fan of old street cars. I don’t know why since I grew up in the 80s long, long after the streetcars in America all but died. Maybe it has something to do with fond memories of the little trolley from Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood. I don’t know, but I like them.
There are two kinds of photography that interest me… wide open landscape and cityscape pictures taken with a wide-angle lens that seems to capture everything for miles and miles, and then macro photography which makes the tiniest objects look big. It’s a particularly nice way to photograph flowers so as to show off all of the amazing detail that the naked eye really doesn’t appreciate.
I spent about half an hour one evening watching the swan boats at Fair Park. I guess I was trying to figure out the appeal of getting in a boat shaped like a giant bird and peddling around a pond for a while. I never got the appeal but the setting sun afforded me some decent opportunities to snap a few pics of these giant jackasses of the water.
“Beautiful”, “July” and “Dallas” are three words that don’t often find themselves sharing the same sentence. July afternoons around here are usually spent indoors, in a pool or running from shade to shade but every now and then mother nature forgets which month it is and just throws something pleasantly random at us.
Am I the only one who grew up watching Ghostbusters and dreamed of growing up to drive a sweet hearse? It was probably a dumb dream and it’s most certainly a dumber dream now as an adult, but I can’t help but see an old hearse now days and think about how cool it would be to trick one out and cruise around town. Now this is a chick magnet…
So many times in life the destination is not the true prize, but rather the journey to get there. And then there are other times when the journey sucks but the destination makes it all worthwhile. My journey to photograph bluebonnets this past Spring was the latter.
On occasion I have been walking around taking pictures of this or that and after snapping an image I look at the LCD screen and smile because I’m convinced the image I captured does a good job of conveying the reality of the moment. But on even rarer occasions I leave with that impression only to get home, upload the images and see that the picture I took conveys something entirely different Sometimes, something better.