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Selective Focus Across The Grid

Where do you want the blur kind sir? That’s the question with my new 17mm tilt shift from Canon. It’s a special kind of lens that came from an equally special kind of couple. I was gifted this lens from Jan and Dennis, which I’m beyond grateful for. You could say I was in a state of shock (still reeling from it) when I opened the box. Dennis and I often discuss the ins and outs of photography, philosophy, politics, pizza, Eggplant Parmigiana,* and Bourne. It’s the lingo of life when working around a coffee connoisseur with yours truly. And then it’s working to up my own personal photography game beyond “that’s nice” to “that was a true to form shot.” Expecting what I know to be the truth from within myself, not from others. In other words, not splitting the difference or settling for less.

I decided on posting two photos taken earlier this morning, both with the tilt shift along an obscure creek where my Starbucks ran dry. One is a selfie where the focus was shifted (still toying with it), while the second was opened up for full detail.

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Turning my back on graffiti and facing the snag ahead.

Yes, I’ve got my work cut this way and that way for me. Thank you again, Jan and Dennis.

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Detail without distortion.

I’m posting this from my phone so if there’s any errors I apologize ahead of time and will fix them later.

*Olive Garden Buy One GET ONE! Deal which is kinda nuts in itself

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Summer of Streams; Flirting With Ferns

SOS1I found myself flirting with this fern just after eight last night. A shallow smirk caught me off guard, while a comment was made on the whole situation,”There’s a photo here. Don’t mind if I do.” Current carried the ferns reply elsewhere, somewhere downstream. But it’s the idea, and it’s kind of right here.

365 Days of Photography with Day Number 119 and 123…

Day 119…

365-119A new pal on my way to Silver Creek. This was taken with my trusty iPhone. 

Day 120…

365-120Couldn’t quite make it out there. Great cushioning, however horridly slick. 

Day 121…

365-121From the streets. She was ranting about Jews and her Irish ancestry.

Day 122…

365-122Exploring with the gang.

Day 123…

©365-123Fitting for monochrome. 

365 Days of Photography with Day Number 117 and 118…

You picking up on my current theme? Get it, “current” theme? 

Day 117…

©365-118Hard to pass these up.

Day 118…

©365-117I believe this is Neil Creek Falls, although I very well might be wrong. Dad needs to visit this spot.

365 Days of Photography with Day Number 116…

Day 116…

©365-116During this particular course of time, I came upon a unique moss setting. Plush with the posh. I parked my camera upon a cranky stump, imbedded with ferns. It’s the rebellious part in me, leaving the tripod behind. Setting the intentions high.

365 Days of Photography with Day Number 112-115…

Day 112…

©365-112Who loves the sun.

Day 113…

©365-113Oh boy, look what found me. What my walks consist of.

Day 114…

©365-114Roaring dirty.

Day 115…

©365-115Take time; try to find meaning in the meaningless moments.

365 Days of Photography with Day Number 108-111…

Day 108…

©365-108Fluid Paths

Day 109…

©365-109Justin’s Tire Burner

Day 110…

©365-110Fern Hope

Day 111…

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One of my photos is being featured in the January/February issue of 1859 Oregon’s Magazine. It’s the one in the upper right hand corner. I’m very grateful, very appreciative. There’s just one thing: the title is incorrect. It’s not rusty car. While I’m still new to the publishing world, I was asked in an email exchange for a title and description. However, this wasn’t included. It may not seem all that important, but it really is. The caption made the shot.

So, if you’re browsing this mag while standing in line at the grocery store, just remember…

Title: Rusty Rodder

Caption: Somewhere out behind Harmony, Oregon. There’s the homestead, and then the ride. Considering the appearance, it might have been modified by a kid or two from yesterdays era, when the chrome was thick. Captured during a road trip in late October, with Melissa Whitney. Shot in manual, with a Canon 5D Markiii. Two 600ex-rt flashes were used for a tad bit of spunk, giving the rust bucket some well deserved sex appeal. All too common scenes with either my dad or Melissa during weekend getaways just east of here.