Reflection through Friendship

Reflection through Friendship (SS 1/60 f4.0 ISO 400,  Nikon 24-70 2.8 - 44mm, Nikon D800)

Reflection through Friendship
(SS 1/60 f4.0 ISO 400, Nikon 24-70 2.8 – 44mm, Nikon D800)

“Friends are like windows through which you see out into the world and back into yourself… If you don’t have friends you see much less than you otherwise might.”- Merle Shain

Look closely at the reflection in the window.  It almost looks like it could be a face…but, it is a Coke machine.

A Walk Down The Haunted Hall

I recently took advantage of an opportunity to photograph at the Eastern State Penitentiary when the former prison was opened for evening hours specifically for photographers.  Some photographers brought their studio with them;  lighting, models, etc.  Others, like me brought only tripods and cameras and just photographed the old, dilapidated building.  I did however, happen to be in the right place at the right time and captured the reflection of a model walking down the hallway to meet her photographer.  I loved the combination of the old with the modern.  She was wearing blue and white with red stilettos and caring a red handbag.  As you will see in future posts about this shoot, the red did not compliment colors on the walls and thus I chose to present it in black and white.

A Walk Down the Haunted HallA Walk Down the Haunted Hall

A Winter Lost

Winter didn’t seem like winter this year.  My family and I love snow.  We love mountains, and we love to ski.  This winter, however, there was no snow to speak of in our area of the Country.  We managed to catch some powder out West, but we missed winter locally.   No worries, however, I’m not complaining.  I may have missed winter, but at the same time, the 50 degree weather was fabulous and not having to bundle up or wear snow boots on a daily basis was kind of nice too.  Now that Spring is officially here, I think it is safe to say winter was lost this year.

Tonight’s image is from our recent trip to Steamboat, Colorado.  You can see the warmth of the sun, yet see the reflection of the snow capped mountains.  The former welcomes Spring, the later is a memory to hold onto until next year.

Spring in Winter