Foggy Beach Day.

I went out for a walk a little while ago, tempted by blue skies and sunshine, only to find extreme fog by the beach. It was a little disappointing, especially because it was freezing, but I got some cool shots.

I thought this was cute...


I might change the colour on this one... black and white, maybe?


Sweet :) ...


This was not taken at the beach... but I thought I'd add it here anyway.

December 08 Photo Shoot

My one and only winter photo shoot from the year 2008. That makes it sound somehow special, as if you ought to expect something really fantastic.
.... heh.... Sorry to disappoint, but in my own way I'm rather happy at how these turned out. The trees were weighed down with a heavy powdery snow, and after the first 20 cms, started to relieve themselves of their ponderous load. This was quite magical in the perfectly silent forest. There were no birds singing, no woodland creatures hopping about. Not even any dog walkers who come in the woods to avoid cleaning up after their animals... (slight pet peeve? Of miniscule annoyance, just perhaps...) Just the ethereal silence that you wish you could bottle and carry around with you. Perfect silence, with only soft ripples of sound when a branch swayed and a cloud of snow filtered down through the canopy, like fairy dust.

Does my photograph capture that feeling? I don't think so. I'm a better wordsmith than a photographer - for now.

Still Life

I posted this in my blog "Single Phase" a while back, but I wanted to post it here too. I did a little more editing to it since I posted it in Single Phase, so it looks a little better. This picture does not represent moral or religious meanings, so please refrain from discussing them in this blog; that's what Single Phase is for, apparently...

Big Yellow Cup's Crime Scene.

There was once a clumsy little girl who washed the dishes regularly. She'd been known to kill dishes kitchenwide before, but had always got off, free of charges, claiming the murders of said dishes had simply been mistakes. Countless glasses, big or tall, for water or wine, plates and bowls, shallow and deep, for soup or spaghetti, have all been victims of the brunette's butter-fingers. Knives, rolling pins and plastic spoons, among other kitchen tools, have many times attempted to avenge their lost friends.
Now, the girl had one yellow teacup, bought specially for her in Oregon, that she loved and used constantly. It was nearly the size of her head. All the other cups of the kitchen disliked this massive, yellow mug from day one since it was so much bigger, more frequently used and always seemed to flaunt its colour, size and shape. However, it began to age notably faster than the others and became an "old favourite." The other cups and mugs made fun of the teacup for this for hours each day until it devised a plan.
It began teasing the knives. Though the teacup's insults were weak and would not normally offend a dish, knives were especially sensitive and grew angry very quickly. One of the largest knives called upon the clumsy, butter-fingered brunette and finally persuaded her to slash off the ear of her own, precious yellow teacup!
Oblivious to the truth, the girl only remembers washing the dishes, dropping the cup, and finding the ear broken off - another accidental murder...
The painful, gruesome act resulted in peace for the yellow teacup, for it could no longer hear its foes' constant tormenting without its only ear. It remained quiet, too, and its surrounding neighbours let the cup be, for they though it... A Foolish Cup.

A foolish cup for a foolish girl, in a kitchen where blood is spilled and savoured; where kitchen tools, dishes, and food, collaborate and make war and make love to ensure eternal change, experimentation, mystery, and of course... hunger.

(PS. I have no idea what that was. Please, just bear with me.)

The stolen/hidden evidence:




Broke my big yellow teacup, turned it into a crime scene.
Special thanks to Ketchup, Big Cutting Board, and Big Knife!

Perfection

This is something I shot quite some time ago, but it remains one of my favorite pictures to this day. As of yet, I haven't necessarily composed pictures with a certain message or story in mind, but I often unconsciously capture a mood or a feeling. I guess you could say my photos are "one liners" :P But I'm working on growing to more complex kind of photography. It's a growing process after all. But on to this shot: To me, this pictures glorious juicy perfection - a product of a long, warm, and delectable summer.

I also took another similar shot, but it didn't really fit the theme as well. Maybe it has a different theme. I dunno.

Ducks

I recently went to a park with a friend, and we shot some ducks. With a camera :D.

The following pictures are a result of the evening venture. Feel free to comment on what follows, and you can make references to individual pictures by noting the names that accompany the pictures.

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Tell me what you think.

Saint Simmy