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365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #330

Here is number 330… 

School days. School ways. Reminds me of the Runaways. “Used to be a trouble maker. Hated homework, was a sweet heartbreaker.” This is Fairbanks. This is Oregon. 

My guardian. My serpent. 

Magical Mystery. 

365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #325

Here is number 325… 

Fairytale Pool. I watched a fairy dance across the broken branch, then it pranced along the banks, heading upstream. 

I have a question… Is the tooth fairy male or female?


Skippers do skim, and trout still swim. 

365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #320

Here is number 320…

“Go ahead. Get a little closer. I dare ya.”

I found a hollow between two boulders, and it was filled with crawdads. Some were dead, others were still alive. I have no idea, no clue, as to why or how they had got there. It was very interesting to say the least. When I made my move for a shot, this guy flared up, clearly ready for battle. He didn’t find one with me. Hopefully he won’t face a heron, because the results might not be in his favor.

365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #297

Here is number 297…

 First thing my mom said,”That’s a Melissa shot!” 

Lunk the Lizard

Under Construction. 

365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #148

Here is number 148… 


 Sometimes it feels like we’re heading back into winter. Spring moon.

365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #145

Here is number 145… 

I’ve noticed several different bees,  just this season alone. If the rain lets up, they might actually return to work. 

365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #142. Rufy and the Slowsky’s.

Looks who’s back. Coming in at number 142, it’s Rufy…


The Slowsky’s. It’s comcastic.

Reflections on dialup.

Break time.

I still see you!

Crazy cotton.

Back to work.

365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #140

Here is number 140… 

Buzzing Blossoms.

365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #139

Here is number 139… 

Spring chorus.

An Honest Evaluation: Reality Behind The Lens (Sarcasm Set Aside, This Time)

I’ve been asked a few different times for a more “real,” more “authentic” opinion on how I feel about my photos, and what’s going through my head when the shutter goes off.

I’m going to make this short, because most would rather view than read.

Also, my new website is taking time to build. Thanks for your patience. I will keep this up as well, but maybe more as blog, letting people know where I’ll be shooting or what some of my photos reveal at an “emotional level.” My new site will be photos only.

1. This was up on French Creek. I give it a four, on a scale from one to ten. It’s a four, maybe a three and a half, but the ferns give it a four at best. So, a solid four it is.

2. Dads Jetta. The colors got the better of me, and I thought it might have been a good angle. Kind of like something you’d see in a car mag. It’s simple and it gets the point across.

Some may be wondering why my copyright has grown in size and font. It’s pretty simple. I recently noticed a pic of mine being used, and it’s no big deal, except that they intentionally trimmed out my copyright and name. It’s also nice because if someone wants to use a new photo of mine, like in an ad or anything like that, trimming is going to be a real pain. They’ll have to get the original from me instead.

3. Simple fall pic up at Breitenbush. I have another photo that I took in the same spot, with the camera at a slightly different angle, for a different feeling in a different frame. This photo was aimed more at the orange and yellows on the distant maple. Beyond that, you can catch a glimpse of my dad.

 4. This is the other photo taken right after photo number 3. This would also be a great pic if shot in monochrome.

5. Another fall photo up on French Creek. I was feeling sick, and my head was throbbing with every step. Getting out is always good, but I was starting to feel that maybe staying on the couch or in bed might have been a wiser decision. My issue? I can’t seem to stay still.

6. This was another perspective on French Creek. As you can tell, I really enjoy moving streams.

7. I really enjoyed this area. In just a another couple of riffles, this stream joins Breitenbush River. I’d give this photo a four. It’s got a soft blur going on. This wasn’t hard to accomplish, I just focused on the leaves and the rocks towards the bottom of the photo.

 8. By this time, my whole body had this aching thing going on. I thought I was beating the cold and the runny nose and the this and the that plaguing my body. Nope. It felt like it was starting all over. However, I knew that if I put my tripod in the middle of the stream, and at the right angle… I just really like this photo. It’s a great pic. I’d give it a solid seven.

9. This was taken on Breitenbush River. I wanted to emphasize on the small trickles that turned into miniature falls.

10. This photo was taken in the same area as number 8. It’s just a horizontal shot rather than vertical. It has a softness as well.

11. Vertical shot, and I was really going for the feeling of fall found along the the banks. Especially the soft colors, extending up past the trunks and into the canopies, where a blur of change was happening.

12. I really like how there is so much going in this photo, I feel it gives this photo more life. The feeling of the trees, and how the hues are taking their turns on the different maples in the area, it really sets the tone.

 13. This was aimed at the leaf. I took two of this position. One with water appeal, and the other with more of a background appeal. You’ll catch a glimpse of it further down.

14. Another bank shot, vertical. Skies were darkening, while the sun dipped below surrounding hills that turned into mountains, appearing dark and mysterious along with the late evening hues.

15. Same shot as number 13, just with a soft color present in the background. I achieved this by leaving my shutter open for a tad bit longer, and directing it towards more light.

16. One of my favorites from yesterday. It’s simple and yet I feel it’s brilliant, because it’s exactly what I was going for. The feeling of it, the colors, and the dark and bright soft spots, and you can’t miss the distinguished white bark of the towering fall alder. It’s simply a great pic.

17. Feast of friends for the rising trout. An aging stonefly, caught in a brief pause, followed by a quick photo.

18. This was my favorite photo from yesterday. I was feeling very sick, with a great head cold going on, totally wiped out, but I wanted to keep going. When the shutter sounded, and the display screen lit up, I knew I had struck gold. I remember yelling, “Dad, I got a good one.” It’s simply a great pic. I give it a solid 8.5.