I’m still around, just busy with various things, mostly my car photography work. Due to their reflective nature, classic cars take a lot longer to work on than photos of other things; even if I’m able to position myself to get the shot without my own reflection, distracting (and sometimes distressing…) reflections of other people and things are often absolutely unavoidable.
Also often necessary is the removal of specks and splotches of dirt, random smudges, and dead bugs from what should be a smooth surface. The Surface Blur feature can sometimes help here, but usually only the smallest specks are whisked away; manual correction of larger blemishes is, though time-consuming and a little tedious, the best way to rid a car of it. Spending an hour or more simply removing such things from the side or back end of a classic car is not at all uncommon!
Happy 2015! I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and New Year’s. It must be admitted that ours were, from beginning to end, rather more exciting than we’d bargained for, but all’s well that ends well, yes? (Though a devoted creature of habit, even I know the occasional shake-up is probably good for me.)
This photograph of one of Ohio’s countless cornfields is obviously several months old now, but to share a glimpse of the glory of creation seemed to be a fine way to kick off the new year. Besides, as everyone around me seems to be panicking over the forecast Snowmageddon—expected total by tomorrow morning, four inches—I just can’t help poking a little fun at them by reminding them of their earlier longing for winter’s cold and snow.
Have a beautiful remainder of your Monday!
As mentioned recently, the weather here in Ohio has been quite grim despite the rapid approach of Christmas. Until yesterday, when the sunlight burst through in all of its long-desired glory, we’d had only two really sunny days since a couple of days after Thanksgiving! If you don’t believe me, here’s a satellite look from the NWS:
You remember the warm, colourful cheer of my summer garden?
Ahhh. Well, here it is late Friday morning, being inspected by Ben.
(Yes, yes, the trellis needs to be placed inside the shed, I know…)
Dark. Isn’t it *dark*? In the middle of the day! Continue reading
After a semi-spontaneous decision to make an additional batch of Christmas jam this morning, it seemed wise to go with a sure crowd-pleaser this Monday…
Collie p0rn! (Also, it’s Ben’s birthday week. He’s going to be seven! Goodness…)
Oh, to stumble over (or better yet, be invited to) a stable of old cars in this state!
The video is a glimpse at sixty untouched old cars, having long been stored away in the West of France. Come February 6, they’ll be auctioned off at the Retromobile Salon in Paris. I love photographing classic cars, period, but cars such as these in an environment such as this…oh, what a dream! Yours truly could probably spend two full days shooting these cars (who couldn’t?), lovingly capturing every detail.
Wink and a smile to the wonderful fellows at The Old Motor—who also have some knockout stills of these old beauties (from Remi Dargegen) for you to ogle.
Last week, I told a lie. More autumn.
Besides, contrary to popular belief and media propaganda, winter does not look like a snow-covered fairytale in the Midwest. Many of my Southern and Western friends seem to think winter looks like this, 24-7:
A truly charming, enchanted winter wonderland!
Really, despite the discomfort and danger snow involves…if only (because snow, truly, is pretty, at least away from the roads)! The truth must be explained. Turn away if you prefer to cling to your illusions about winter, my dear.
Surely your correspondent is hardly alone in being distressed by the way autumn and Thanksgiving are trampled in the Christmas creep/rush. Fall is the favourite season of many, yet it seems we’re expected to ignore it in the name of Christmas busy-ness.
Isn’t that a shame? And I’m a summer woman, through and through!
I know today is December first, and thus really and truly the start of winter, but let’s take a few final moments to enjoy autumn: the rich fragrances, the sight of falling leaves and the delightful crunch of them underfoot, copious amounts of sunshine combined with an awakening nip in the air, the last glorious riot of colour meant to tide us through the dark, grey stretch of winter now shouldering its way in. Shall we?