I had three photos of this, only this one had the bicyclist going through. But I liked that we all seemed to be looking at him, even the mannequins and the little santa. I met the cyclist later in the day, turns out he is a friend of my daughter’s so it was another connection.
While we were in Waco, TX visiting Baylor I followed my wife and daughter around while they went shopping at a place that had multiple little spaces within it, sort of like an antique mall but with contemporary items.
This little spot did have older more antique type things and I was struck by the beautiful light flowing over the dress and table. I did just a slight bit of arranging to clean up the composition a bit then took the shot.
It is amazing how many opportunities arise when you have a camera with you, if you only but look with an eye for it.
Third in my high contrast series.
This was my view as I opened my eyes one Saturday morning in 2006. I lived in my long
moved out daughter’s white wicker bedroom since my father was given my downstairs
bedroom when he moved in in September of 2005.
I loved the high contrast and cool air of that scene and I immediately woke up and got
my camera and crawled back into bed to get the shot.
I did a photo shoot with her back in 2007 and witnessed what a vortex of activity and energy she
created while she was modeling. I kept having a feeling of watching a human tornado. I took
some photos around the house of objects, windows, etc. and put together this collage that really
seemed to play off this idea.
We had a fire drill where I worked and as we all gathered in this little outdoor area
I was up close to a woman I hadn’t met before. I introduced myself and she told me
where she worked in the building. I noticed when she was gesturing that she had this
great scar on her arm. I had my camera with me and asked her if I could take some
photos of her eyes and her scar for a collage. She was very excited about the idea,
much more so than most people and graciously allowed me to do so. I am sure any
number of people around me were wondering what the heck we were doing.
She later saw the collage and loved it, purchasing 2 prints to have framed and given
to her family. She had grown up hating the scar but in recent years had come to see
it as a good part of her body and life. The collage was a sort of confirmation of
that she thought.