Posts Tagged ‘photography’

The singing sparrow

The Sparrow

A little bird, with plumage brown,
Beside my window flutters down,
A moment chirps its little strain,
Then taps upon my window-pane,
And chirps again, and hops along,
To call my notice to its song;
But I work on, nor heed its lay,
Till, in neglect, it flies away.
So birds of peace and hope and love
Come fluttering earthward from above,
To settle on life’s window-sills,
And ease our load of earthly ills;
But we, in traffic’s rush and din
Too deep engaged to let them in,
With deadened heart and sense plod on,
Nor know our loss till they are gone.
~Paul Laurence Dunbar

 

You may know by now, I’m fascinated by dead birds.  Don’t get me wrong, I think they’re beautiful, in the most poetic way.  That’s why I always try to pair beautiful words with my bird photos. In a way, I do my best to create a compelling visual story, not just photographing a dead bird for a dead bird. So, here are my latest images of a sweet singing sparrow who fell prey to a roaming cat and was brought as a gift to it’s owner, who then gave it me so I could honour it the way I knew best.

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Sisterhood Stories – 7:35

7:35 is my new personal photo project.  You probably wonder why that specific time is so important to me that it deserves it’s own project.  Well, it’s quite simple actually, I get to spend about ten minutes alone with my youngest on every school morning while we walk and wait for the school bus.  It’s a moment where time seems to stop, where we just hang out, do some silly things, play boot hockey with a chunk of ice or simply hold on to each other.  I could easily kiss him on his way out the door and wave goodbye as he’d walk to the bus stop alone, he’s old enough for it after all.  But no one can rob me of that special time.  So I get dressed, and I go out.  Rain, snow, hail, polar vortex or not, I’m standing there with him.  It’s our moment.  We have others, like bedtime reading.  But this one I hold on to, because I won’t see him until late in the afternoon, and I will miss him.  I miss both my sons when they’re at school, still, after all these years.

So, I’m gathering all the images I took on our way to the bus stop, in this last year and a half, and I’m adding more to the collection every couple of days.  I try to focus on the details, like our surroundings, the creatures we encounter, the weather, the passing of seasons, etc.  I’ll create a book with them at the end of this school year, I have around a hundred already 🙂

Here are two layouts of some images captured mostly this winter, with the iPhone. (photos edited with Faded app and layouts were made with InFrameFoto app)

A glimpse of what goes on at 7:35… Oh!  And today we were lucky to witness our first skein of geese flying overhead for this spring.  Yay!!!  A lot of things happen at 7:35…

And don’t forget, this post is part of a blog circle, visit the next sister, Sue xox

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Sisterhood Stories – Whirlwind

This time of year, just before spring, passes by like I’m caught in a whirlwind.  There’s my son’s birthday to plan and to celebrate, there are the hockey series, for both our sons and the spring cleaning to start. Add to that this year, that my oldest suffered a concussion, which still prevents him to play hockey three weeks after it happened, so I’m playing nurse.  If you thought a concussion was simply a light situation, I guarantee you there’s more to it.  There’s the headaches that come and go, the inability to focus for a long period of time, the crankiness…  It requires attention, constant restraint, because the boy does want to be active, but if he does, headaches come back with a vengeance.  And there’s school, he’s in an enriched program, which means he’s supposed to go through academics faster, but he can’t focus at the moment. That generates anxiety, will school results plummet?  Will teachers understand?  That makes a lot going through his young mind…

I anticipate this time of year as much as I dread it.  It’s also the time I lost my mom.  Two years ago today.  So I guess the whirlwind acts as a diversion.  A distraction from the sadness and the guilt, a smokescreen that allows joy to shine through anyway.  And I take it.  I focus on the happy, mostly.

Here’s a few happy images (iphone) from this weekend, remember to focus on the happy yourselves xox  This post is part of a blog circle, please visit Abby’s blog and leave some love along the way…

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10!!

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Since he was born on St.Patrick’s day, he’s been my good luck charm ever since xox

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Sisterhood Stories – Tulips

I used to shoot every single day.  Everything that striked my fancy or caught my eye. Now I shoot in spurts.  When it takes me.  I then shoot a lot, and put the camera away until it hits me again.  I think this winter has been hard on many, on most days when I get home, I just want to grab a coffee and rest.  This winter is endless, we had snow yesterday and a comfy -20C temp. Weather people have predicted spring temps under the median.  Can you feel my excitement? I can’t wait to shoot outside, with spontaneity, catching the light as it shows.  But for now I need to be organized if I want to produce some images because if I listen to that little voice, it’ll tell me to head back to the coffee machine…

Here’s a couple of images I’ve taken, on my latest shoot.  I had bought tulips, so I planned what I wanted and got it done. That’s usually how I work, I decide what I want, get the supplies or props I need, write things down or even sketch some images if needed, then I shoot away. I edited them with a more film-ish base, for I wanted a certain mood for them. I used my tulips until all I was left with were petals.  Most of these images are already available as RM work, I think that planning them ahead with a purpose in mind helped building a cohesive collection that would benefit my portfolio 🙂 (See right sidebar).

Tulips Bouquet

Tulip on wood

Tulip in vase

Florist

Mirror and hairbrush

Tulip on mirror

Silhouette and tulip

Tulips on bed

Petals on pillow
I haven’t shot anything else since then, but, I’ve just bought more fresh tulips 🙂  This post is part of a blog circle, visit my friend Abby and leave some love along the way…

Sisterhood Stories – Bloody nightmare

It sounds bad right?  Well, it’s not what you think.  Since joining Arcangel images (see link in the right sidebar), I was fascinated by the talent and pure creativity I saw from other contributors.  Many of them create horror or mystery covers and are amazing at it and it inspired me to try some more edgy work of my own.
So, I mixed up a batch of fake blood, honey (recipe calls for corn syrup, but I don’t have any), red and green food coloring and a couple of drops of water did the trick.  (For blood that had set and started to oxidize, add a little cocoa powder to give it the thickness and iron color it needs.) That done, my head was filled with the craziest scenarios and ideas, but when it actually came the time to pull them through, well, let’s say, it wasn’t really good. It was sticky, sloppy, messy and not that fun! I must admit I’m totally not the gore type. Even though I tried really hard.  All I could think of were pretty teacups or any other pretty items served with a side of blood.  Hatchets, saw blades or missing limbs, not for me.  I’m more of the suggestive creative, not the detailed, in your face type. It was a good exercise though, allowing me to think outside the box a little and mostly to find my own limits.  They came quite fast.

At the dinner table, when my boys asked what I had done with the blood, and when I recounted my attempts, they both laughed at me and told me: “Mom, I think you don’t get it, blood doesn’t need to look cute!” “You should let me stage the photos.”  Hmmm, I don’t think so.

Bloody Mixture

Apple and blood

My boys know me too well.  I might have some keepers from that day, but they do look rather nice, which wasn’t my objective, but it was all I could come up with.
So, it ends up with stick with what you do best, that’s where success lies.  Don’t try to create like someone you’re not and if you play with fake blood, keep in mind you’ll have to clean up afterwards 🙂

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