Halfway down a set of stairs lies a bench that used to be a frequent seat for smokers or those resting under the spring blossoms. Now, this bench has long since fallen into disrepair, and it is no longer possible to sit on it comfortably.
My photo this week is actually a preview of next Tuesday’s main post. We were finally able to get out for the season’s first real hike, and we made a full day out of it, capturing all the beauty the location had to offer.
I see many unusual things on my daily commute. I’ve always had a penchant for noticing the unusual, and while that might garner some quizzical glances from passersby, more often than not, I’m pleased by the results.
The simple, odd finds make my day-to-day life more interesting. People are interesting. Their stories are interesting. And these tiny mementos they leave behind are insights into fragments of their tales.
I recently bought a new camera because I needed something high-quality and ultra-compact/lightweight. Too many times, I found myself lamenting that I had only the dismal quality of my phone to capture a truly remarkable sight. I’d occasionally grab my big camera when the clouds promised a colorful sunrise, but it was a heavy risk that didn’t always pay off. This little camera can now live in my backpack – I won’t notice the negligible weight – and I’ll no longer have to pretend my phone is simply a DSLR that hasn’t grown up yet.
Sometimes, some of my favorite photos are of the most simple things. It’s refreshing to stare at nature’s patterns, free from the overwhelming complexity of intricately framed scenes.
We went to the beach last weekend, and amidst the endless storms crashing into the shoreline, we were given a rare treat: half a day of beautiful sunshine. Ordinarily, this lighting doesn’t make for the best photographs, but it’s because of this “harsh” sunshine that I was captivated by these shadows. Cast by the tiny mountains shaped by the incessant wind, I find them simply mesmerizing.
You may think it’s a bit early for spring, but the life everywhere disagrees. Birds are chirping at sunrise, the sun is winning its battle with winter’s blanket of clouds, and all around, trees are in full bloom, painting the Waterfront in pastel hues that sing of spring.
This is the fleeting time when the sakura emerge, dominating the trees in pale pink. As an obvious fan of Japan, I love this foreign gift in my own backyard.
I seem to be on a cat streak with my posts as of late.. but can you blame me? They’re so photogenic! Both real and virtual, I love the little fuzzballs through and through; I never tire of their entertaining, quirky ways.
Our little family was broken last year when we had to say goodbye to our sweet Zoe, a maine coon/tabby mix who brightened my home for nearly half my life. Now it is healing with the addition of a new terror on four paws… Meet Mochi!
As you’ve probably learned by now, I have a thing for cats. Each one is a distinctly unique individual, and they never cease to amaze us with their quirks, their cuteness, their brilliance. They capture our hearts and our internet. I love the process of getting to know a new personality, and I have never known a home without at least one of these furry companions.
I don’t usually do a lot of panoramas. They take extra work that I don’t always have patience for; more often than not, panoramic sets sit abandoned in my raw photos directory, waiting futilely for some caring soul to stitch them together. However, when I do put in the time for a panorama, I make it count (insert Dos Equis meme here).