Tree People

Continually, I validate why I should always be on guard for an interesting scene. No matter what the scope of the day is like, I should never leave my camera at home. Today the skies were overcast and grayish. The feel of the day really said, " There is nothing much going on and to just relax in your drive home." Under normal circumstances I would have taking the advice my conscious was giving me, if only my second mind wasn't so active and looking for a shot to take.
And then today while driving down a winding road, I notice a bunch of commotion by the lake. Like any driver, my neck was stretched beyond its limits just to see what was going on. It's not often that the tree people come out so openly, so for me it was a spectacle to see. I was polite enough not to distract them, if only as a courtesy for nature, as I captured their sacred moments. I stayed for a while observing them but left shortly thereafter so that I would not wear out my welcome. Enjoy.

What Happened?

As I drove on the parking lot I noticed shards of glass everywhere. However my attention was turned to the pile of glass and a boot. What happened? Where's the woman? What was her condition after the volitile situation subsided? Is she alright? If not, I know emotionally she was in distress. Ultimately was she safe? Or was she abducted and still in danger? What caused this violence? Who witnessed it? Was she the agressor? I had a wide range of questions as I took this picture. What do you think? What strikes you?

My Nikon

I have always enjoyed taking pictures, always. In the beginning, I was more interested in taking pictures of people and events that I was apart of. If for no other reason than to say that I was there and here's the proof. I had no aspirations to make my portraits do more than speak to the moment. Coincidently, on the other side of the coin, I love to write poetry. I love a good abstract poem. Something to carry my mind from one cliff to another with out the slightest fear of falling. Recently I had an epiphanny. I asked myself, "Why not make your portraits speak abstractly and lead your mind as your poems do?" Give your audience an extension of your poetry in the form of a picture.
So this Christmas when my wife bought me a Nikon Coolpix P100, I knew it was time to elevate my game and take that step towards becoming a more refined photographer.