Sea Blue Lens


Small Things


One of the things I love most about photography is how it shows me things I can’t see with my own two eyes.  The image above was taken on my Laudholm Farm photo walk last week. My eye was drawn to this little cluster of buds because they seemed so out of place. This is Maine. It’s December. Tender flower buds are normally a distant memory by now, not to be seen again until spring, many months away.

But here they were, on the tip of a branch of an otherwise bare shrub. Tiny, maybe 3/8 of an inch long. So I snapped their picture, to record their bravery and to help myself remember this warmer-than-usual fall and early winter.

It was only after I got home and looked at the photo on my computer screen that I said, “Wait. What is that?”

I magnify, zoom in, and discover:  tiny globes of water, melted frost, perfectly poised on the tips of the buds.

Winter Buds

That is what I love about photography.

[Note: This image is simply cropped from the one above. No other post-processing was done.]



Laudholm Lessons

Laudholm Morning

Last weekend I went on a photo walk with my friend Susan. We visited the Wells Reserve at Laudholm, a historic saltwater farm on the coast of southern Maine. It’s a beautiful property that, shortly after sunrise on a Sunday morning, we had all to ourselves. Light frost covered the ground and lingered in the shade, but soon vanished wherever the sun touched.

Cold Clover

At first, I found myself so caught up in just being there that I kept forgetting to take photographs. I just walked around, looking, breathing, occasionally snapping the shutter.

We “worked” the old farmhouse and barn, a field full of weeds, and a frost-covered rail fence.

The Yellow House

Big Tree, Little Tree



We followed a path that skirted a marsh and led to the beach.

Blue Marsh



On the way back, we detoured along a boardwalk that passed through a wood, trees winter-bare against the sky.

Standing Out in the Crowd


It was fun to be out with a friend on a beautiful day, companionably each doing our own thing. I think we both learned things about our own photography. It was interesting to observe how we could stand practically side-by-side yet be photographing very different subjects. Or be photographing the same subject, but in very different ways. Susan was captivated by things I didn’t even notice, and vice versa.

Susan, illuminated

It was a great day! Then…I went home and downloaded my pictures. And I didn’t like them. Any of them. At all. I had a sense of “been there, done that” too many times before. It might have been a new place, but they felt like the same old images.

Several days later, the immediacy of the experience having passed, I was able to review them again, weed out the obvious mistakes, pick out a few favorites, and edit them to some satisfaction. The lesson learned from that is to cut myself some slack, wait a bit, and don’t make too-hasty judgements.

Still . . . I really do want to figure out a fresh approach to my old familiar subjects. I love grasses, trees, flowers, vistas, water. I will continue to photograph them, but I want to seek out new angles and perspectives, something to make them special. Something that better captures what I felt that drew me to the subject in the first place.

To do that, I need to get out more. Shoot more. Get more comfortable with my camera. Practice, practice, practice! Sounds like fun, doesn’t it? I’m looking forward to it.