WARREN CONNECTICUT – We used to call unseasonably warm periods in the early Fall “Indian Summer” – I’m not certain what we call them now but we’re having one. This was an opportunity to shoot truly pedestrian scenes in lovely light. Also . . . our six-year-old orchard is finally bearing more apples than we can possibly eat. Images shot with my Leica Monochrom and a 50mm Summicron V.IV lens.
Day 2,899 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
On this day six years ago (day 708): Spin in Shanghai.
WARREN CONNECTICUT – This is one of the first time’s that I’ve actually felt good about images from the Northeastern deciduous forrest. I’ve been struggle with this landscape for a while – it requires a completely different approach than the Western landscape that I grew up in. Today I got close and embraced details that convey a sense of mass and foreboding, and used selective focus. I’m also using on camera fill flash. You’ll see more like these.
And just to inject some levity, a color image!
Day 2586 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
WARREN CONNECTICUT – I shot around home here with my Sony a7rii (which has been converted to infrared light) and my legacy Carl Zeiss 21mm lens to pretty good effect. The first image is the current state of play on the construction of a new bedroom wing on our house.
Day 2558 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
WARREN CONNECTICUT – I shot fall foliage today with my Sony a7rII camera, a camera that I have had converted to infrared light. I shoot without an infrared filter, which results in a less extreme “white leaves” effect. Overall the tonality pretty accurately reflects the impression of autumn here.
Day 2557 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life.
WARREN CONNECTICUT – I love this time of year here. The color is gone. The landscape is buttoned down for the winter with the soft perennials cut back to the earth and leaves pilled making leaf mulch for future use. It feels thrifty and fugal. The view is monochrome, which resonates with my way of seeing. The deciduous forrest has become transparent, opening sight lines.
Day 2222 of one photograph every day for the rest of my life. One of the magical-seeming numbers. Day 2222 didn’t feel different that any other.