Freshly painted heaven

As most of you my loyal fan (or fans, should I say fans) know, I don’t really shoot black and white. I might post some occasionally, but over all, I am a fan of color. Bright, shining color. So, going along with that, some new production from the little SLR:

OK, I know, lots of flowers lately, but I like a challenge. And I am far from the flowers looking how I want them to look. More? Here goes:

And, evidence that I have a split personality. I get through that whole explanation and I go and find these:

This last one, I am totally on the fence about. The water looks the way it does because it is a time exposure, another of my tricks, but I am not sure if it that remarkable as a photo:

For my fan(s) to decide on that last one.

I guess I am capable of taking black and whites or something that doesn’t look freshly painted. News to me.

The eternal “why”

In “A Room with a View,” George Emerson, during the vacation goers trip to the Italian countryside, climbs up on a tree and starts screaming “beauty, beauty.”

Anyway, I thought these following images were also examples of what George was calling out for so eloquently.

Here goes:

Flowers are so difficult to photograph. I tried as hard as I could not to make those up there look like what you’d see in a photography exhibit at your local Starbucks. Not that there is anything wrong with it, but I am trying for something a little bit beyond that.

Here’s are two other things that could be cliche city:

I love this kind of iron work, but this can really veer again into the type of picture that comes with the frame you just bought. Same goes for the peeling paint, that I stole from Man Ray anyway. I still have a lot more practice before these photos get anywhere beyond that.