lens-artists: exposure

Leica D-Lux 7 … f/2.8 1/80 s 26.3 mm 3200 ISO -1.3 ev

This image was created by using natural light with an exposure value set at -1.3.

FujifilmX-T4 … f/4 1/1000 s 120 mm 640 ISO -2 ev

The highlights (leaves and light on middle figure) were adjusted in black and white post editing

FujifilmX-T4 … f/4 1/1000 s 33 mm 640 ISO 1.3 ev

This image (initial exploration of long exposure with a Fujifilm) was edited for shadow and highlights during post editing

FujifilmX-T4 … f/4 1/1000 s 59 mm 640 ISO -2 ev

This image was created with Fujifilm’s film simulation retro gold with lights and shadow adjusted during post editing.

I work with RAW images, the camera is set at Aperture Mode, and generally edit images in Capture One, Photoshop, Nix Software, and Snapseed.

As my computer isn’t reading my external disks, the RAW files of the last three images were edited in iPad’s Lightroom, Photoshop, and Snapseed.

Thank you Sofia (Photographias) for this week’s lens-artist’s challenge: exposure.

lens-artists: flights of fancy

passing as I play

a swaying dandelion

on an autumn breeze

let’s take flight of fancy to where the fairies live …

Dearest Gwen,

I head a pigeon’s “coo coo” this morning. She was resting on the chimney. Her voice flew down the chimney, out of the fireplace, and up the stairs.

I can hear you say, “Grandma Brenda voices don’t have wings. They cannot fly.”

Yes, voices don’t have wings. But somehow they do travel from one place to another.

Let us imagine voices having tiny tiny butterfly wings.

Wings like the Western Blue Beauty or Monarch Butterfly. Other voices could be flying through the sky with miniature dragonfly wings.

Or maybe we could draw the “chirp chirp chirp” of the Robin’s song with majestic wings of gold that would glitter in the Spring’s morning sun.

I would like to see a voice’s wings knitted from spider silk. A silverly white that would carry the momentous sound of a distance crane in flight.

Oh our imagination opens us up to wonderful possibilities.

I love you.

Grandma Brenda

Thank you John (Journeys with JohnBo) for this invitation to play, to wander where fairies live, and yes imagine voices having wings.

lens-artists: flower favorites

Pale green night and flowers all melting into one 
    in the soft haze–
Everywhere the moon, glimmering in the Spring night.
~ The Sarashina Diary

Color of the flower

 Has already faded away,

While in idle thoughts

My life passes vainly by,

 As I watch the long rains fall. ~ Ono no Komachi

A fallen flower

Flew back to its perch

A butterfly ~Moritake

Since you went away

No flowers are left on earth ~ Sôseki

Within one memory is my mother sharing with me her favorite flower, Sweet Peas. Within another, is watching her caring for a Venus Flytrap.

This week Ann-Christine (Leya To See a World in a Grain of Sand) invites lens-artist to share their favorite flowers and plants and their silent stories.  

After I contemplated this week’s photo challenge, I find that I don’t have a favorite flower. I do though have private memories tuck away into blossoms. I also call upon flowers placed upon memorial stones to message grief that lives within the love that lives beyond time.

May all places be held sacred.
May all beings be cherished.

May all injustices of oppression and devaluation
be fully righted, remedied and healed.
May all wounds to forests, rivers, deserts, oceans,
all wounds to Mother Earth be lovingly restored to bountiful health.

May all beings everywhere delight in whale song, birdsong and blue sky.
May all beings abide in peace and well-being, awaken and be free.

lens-artists: over the hill

Not for stilts

but as a cane

bamboo serves me now,

I who call to mind

the games of childhood ~Saigyo (BW, Poems of a Mountain Home)

Seventy-one!

How did

a dewdrop last? ~Kigen (YH, Japanese Death Poems)

How few our years of golden youth! How certain our gray years of age! ~Emperor Wu-ti

(The Jade Flute, Various; The Project Gutenberg Ebook)

Wind Kisses invites photographers to share images reflective of their relationship with over the hill.

lens-artists: motion

Though the waterfall
Ceased its flowing long ago,
And its sound is stilled,
Yet, in name it ever flows,
And in fame may yet be heard.
~ Fujiwara no Kinto

Patti invited bloggers to explore the movement of objects or people. Since it is a bit too hot this weekend to go on a photo walkabout, I wandered through some old files. I hope you enjoy.

lens-artists: what’s your photographic groove?

There is a unique joy within those moments when something flashes with an invitation to pause, to become acquainted, to compose, and to whisper, “Please remain as such while I set up my camera.”

To engage with what is as it is in the moment…one definition of contemplative photography.

Fujifilm X-T4 f/4 1/10s 120mm 160 ISO, editing Snapseed

A. Karr and M. Wood (The Practice of Contemplative Photography) notes that contemplative photography begins with “the flash of perception.”  

In the flash of perception…there is a space for things to come to you. Experience is definite, because there is no doubt about what you are seeing… Whatever it is, it is here, and there is no doubt involved, no shakiness.  The nature of perception is sharp, with a brilliant, clear quality.  The flash of perception is a moment of seeing that is one-pointed, stable, and free from distraction.  Experience is not diffused or scattered or moving. It is direct and in focus. It is stable because it is not tossed about by winds of thought or emotion. There is a stillness and roundedness as awareness remains with perception.

Visit Slow Shutter Speed to join this week’s lens-artist’s photo challenge: What’s your photographic groove?

lens-artists: picking favorites

Images that have currently survived this photographer’s ongoing critique of her creative efforts.

Morning’s moon at Snowy Range National Park … landscape

Coffee and me… still life

Reed Reflections at Shield Pond … minimalism

Playground slide at Spring Creek Park … abstract

Hop on over to (Travel with Me) and join this week’s photo challenge: picking favorites