If you don't have a Charlie Wiltrout in your life, you are missing out. Charlie is one of my favorite people at the farm for good reason. He teases me unmercifully. From the moment he sees me to the moment I leave, Charlie is teasing, telling jokes, and wild stories. Yeah, everybody needs a Charlie Wiltrout.
This is one of those photos that you see the moment you turn the corner. I was across the farm yard when I saw the girls and I was a fraid that they would run off before I could get closer. I walked slowly towards them until I was close enough to get the shot and then fired off a series of photos.
This image is all about the girls wearing their pinnies contrasted against the massive side of the red barn. It's an iconic image that speaks of the simplicity and of an era past and the innocence of youth.
Sunday, I got to shoot the cutest three year old that you will ever meet. I know you have seen a lot of three year olds. You probably even think you have the cutest three year old. You are wrong. It's common mistake made by people that have never met this three year old.
Was I right or what? I see you nodding your head. Yeah, I see you over in Chicago and in Boston.
Just feast your eyes on pure uncut cute. I'll just sit here and let you absorb it all.
You tube has kittens playing the piano. Face Book has that weird little puppy that looks like a mutant stuffed animal. Neither can hold a candle to little miss H.
You can thank me later,
If you are not familiar with the Doolittle Raiders and their attack on Tokyo, you would read up on them.
After the war, they have had a reunion every year. A bottle of brandy was bought and the tradition has been that the last surviving raider would open the bottle and drink to the others.
More than 70 years later, the last 4 survivors decided that it was time to open the bottle. The ceremony was held yesterday, here in Dayton. To honor the ceremony, a flight of B-25 bombers (the plane they flew) was put together to fly over the ceremony. The planes spent the night at the little airport just north of here. Through some connections, I was given a press pass (my first!) so that I could go out onto the runway and photograph the planes.
Standing there, seeing how small the planes were. Listening to their engines roaring. Seeing the planes circle the airport and then dissappear into the distance. I thought how brave those men were.
P.S. Thought you might like to hear what the engines sounded like being warmed up: http://youtu.be/MDVFdsgceVs
Two weeks ago, I was invited to shoot photos of a friend fly fishing at dawn. The photo shoot occurred this morning, so I had plenty of time to get my thoughts together.
I always first think about the conditions. Shooting at dawn meant low light and long exposures. This time of the year, it would be cold. So, I would need to dress warm and bring my tripod.
I also think about what the shot might feel like. Fly fishing always seems to be about motion. The rod waving back and forth, the fisherman moving through the water. Dawn is about long shadows. It's about that brief period of time when its not day and its not night. It's kind of an other worldly time. Everything is soft and hard to see. It's sometimes about vivid and saturated skies, but that isn't how I saw the shoot. It should be about the fisherman on the dark river, not the sky.
So, I put the thought of long exposures, motion, and that sense of otherwordly-ness together. I could use the low light and motion to create ghostly images of the fisherman's motion and the motion of the water's surface.
We shot in the cold and after coming home, I processed the images, culling the ones that were obviously not good. Next, I culled out the ones that did not have the ghostly feel that I wanted. I made some basic levels adjustments and burned some areas.
I hope you enjoy the image.
I can't always explain what it is I shoot. Sometimes, all I can do is focus and press the shutter button. I can't interpret the image. I don't know that there is any meaning. I'll leave that up to you. I can tell you that, this year, I probably went to a better Halloween party than you. Belly dancing unicorns...yes, this party was something else.