Sunday, July 27, 2008

A Thing of Beauty

I hate that the first sentence in a story about the Tour de France is about drugs and NOT about the sport. A bicycle is a thing of beauty. And one that's going very fast, powered by someone very fast...that's beauty in motion.

Photographing a race is a dizzying kaleidoscope of color and speed and sound. There is so much to capture and it's flying by in the blink of an eye. I like the challenge.

And just once, I would like to be that fast. A girl can dream. :)

Monday, July 21, 2008

A Certain Step

I am not the most graceful person. Oh, I've survived so far with just a few bumps and bruises and a scraped knee here or there. And one broken leg. Broken while walking through the grass. Sigh.

Oh, in my mind, I am graceful. Light on my feet, swift and sure. Like a dancer. It just never seems to translate down to my feet. Hello? Anybody down there?

This might be why I love to watch dancing so much. All kinds. I am fascinated by the choreography and intricate steps. How do they do that without falling over? Without tripping? Without colliding with someone else or a door or wall? And usually in heels, no less.

As I watch, my foot taps along to the music, so hopeful that it will be able to do the same someday. In the meantime, I satisfy my craving by photographing dancers. And while I often take the whole picture, I find that I focus in on their feet more and more. Hoping to capture the beauty of feet that move with passion, confidence, strength, and agility. As I hope to move through life.

Not to mention...I like shoes.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Childhood Memories

Bath Time

I love ducks. I always have. When I was growing up, my mom used to make terrariums and she'd buy little animals to put in them - squirrels, birds, etc. In one of the bigger ones that she made, she put a little pond in it. On the pond was a family of white ducks, swimming along. One of the little ones had its backside up in the air. I can't tell you how many times I got into trouble because I'd try and take the ducks out to look at them more closely. And probably to see if I could see the little duck's head under the water.

One morning, I was at the local park and watching all the Days Of Our Ducks, more commonly known as springtime when the ducks are more than a little frisky. There was much quacking and posturing and chasing going on. This one, however, was off by itself and taking a bath. Maybe sprucing up for later. The morning was calm, the sky was blue, the light was low and soft. The pond, reflecting the sky, looked like blue porcelain just like the terrarium pond. And this duck reminded me of the little white terrarium ducks. Of course, I started snapping photos.

The only rule in photography is that there are no rules. of the suggestions is that you never stop with just one photo. You never know what you are going to catch. The duck had just dipped it's head into the water so I thought I would catch the droplets on it's feathers. I didn't even realize that a drop from it's bill had fallen into the pond to make those ripples until later when I was reviewing the photos. Woo! A bonus.

What a lucky duck.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Cobra at the Lake

The Cobra at the Lake

I went to a local car show last year that takes place around a little pond at the park. The cars are parked around the pond, in the grass and it makes for some interesting photo opportunities. There were older cars than this one there, incredible old beauties. But the blue of the Cobra against the grass caught my eye and so did its reflection in the pond. And the little pop of red against the blue was the kicker.

It seemed like the Cobra was daydreaming by the lake. Maybe dreaming of racing on the open road? It makes me dream of warm, summer days and a road trip...

That's why I took the shot.

Friday, June 27, 2008

The Smile

This week's featured photo (click to view large).

This is "The Smile" and it's a photograph from the San Dimas Crits in 2008.

It was taken just before the start of one of the races as they were lining up and waiting for the leaders to be announced. This is one of my favorite photographs from that weekend even though it's not of the actual race. Luckily, the sky was overcast with only a few sprinkles so the lighting was awesome and there were no harsh shadows.

I like it because of the different way each man is waiting and preparing for the start. Some are focused internally and concentrating. Some are talking amongst themselves. Some are checking out the spectacle. Some, like the man in the center, are having fun.

To me, his smile says that there is no other place he'd rather be at that moment. It says that he is confident and relaxed and ready to race. When I saw his smile, I had to push the button to capture it.

Do you see what I see?