Walking at Work – Week 9


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I liked the mix of organic cobblestones and the regularity of the bricks as made more evident by the snow.


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I’d taken this shot before with the lensbaby but wanted to try again with the 50mm.


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For the pure oddness of it.


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I’m going to be attempting some black and white shots in the future after seeing every one of these photos. It is going to require quite a bit of different thinking.


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The kestrel as it might have been named by Marianne Moore. There’s a whole car/bike word project you could do that would be a lot of fun.

Trying to take advantage of the snow1


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1 D’Arcy’s quotes apply.

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  1. On a gorgeous late-afternoon TCT (Tri-City tour, Phoenix, Scottsdale, Tempe), I pulled out my camera to take the above shot, as I congratulated myself for just happening to be in the right place at the right time to catch the light just so. The sun was setting, the water was still, the air was warm, and it just felt like it was going to be a good shot. However, 1.2 seconds AFTER I pressed the shutter to take the photo above, an even more gorgeous egret sailed across the frame from right to left, right about in the middle of the water, above. The camera sometimes does some type of post shot processing which causes a message to be on the screen which says PROCESSING… so all I could do was watch as the beautiful white bird demonstrated to me that I was actually two seconds early from being in the right place at the right time.

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