Outdoor Class Pictures

This week for photography class, we met for an outdoor shoot.  We learned several funky light tricks.  It was so much fun.

A Letter

The Park 

Right after I took this picture, she dive-bombed her shadow. It was hilarious!



The Zoo 

Unfortunately, I took terrible pictures at the zoo. At least the people are cute!! (My teacher would be so ashamed.)

The Creepy Thing About Me . . .

I love old cemeteries. JD thinks it's creepy.

I think they are beautiful. So many unique markers, each one with a story to tell. I love to see what words were chosen to sum up a life.

Macy and I took a drive to Mt. Olivet cemetery (est. 1874) across from Rice-Eccles Stadium yesterday. We go to see all the deer you find grazing there. I could haven taken dozens of pictures.

I love the lamb and the girl but breaks my heart a little for their families. If we go again, I think I'll take flowers.

Happy Valentine's Day

Panning

For photography class we have specific homework to complete each week. This week we went to Jungle Jim's to get the shots we needed. I think Jenn got some better shots that she can post. Macy wasn't so sure about the rides at first and we (and I mean we because I had to go in after her) spent most of the time on the playground.

The assignment was panning. You need: a fast moving subject, shutter speed at 1/15, and great timing on the trigger. The end result is supposed to be the subject in focus and the rest of the picture showing the action.

Here are a few for the assignment:

The Unwilling Star

I have been taking a photography class with my sister, Jenn. She wrote up a great summary on what we have learned so far here. The class has inspired me and my head is spinning with all the possibilities.

Yesterday I was working on a special Valentines photography project. I think these shots give a good idea about how Macy felt about the whole thing.

Fowl Behavior

The warmish weather beckoned Macy and me to our neighborhood park a few times this week. This cute little park was one of the reasons I loved this neighborhood when we were searching for lots. And then I had to wait and wait (and wait) to have a little one to play there.

Last summer we spent hours there. And so it is with a sad heart that I tell you we are no longer welcome at this park. The bullies have taken over and they have spoken (loudly, may I add). How could they pick on a little lady with this sweet face, you ask?


They do not care. They are relentless, picking on the large and small. The discriminating factor: opposable thumbs. The gang's leader bit Macy's leg and then went back for more. He ended up with a beak full of diaper. Yes, a beak. The gang is a gaggle of geese and they are mean!

Now, JD (like you are thinking right now) thought I was being a little dramatic and believed we could return to the park. He was indignant that I would let the geese decide where we would play. He went with us on Saturday and it wasn't pretty. I saw fear in his eyes. They chased him around and around the playground and, despite kicked dirt, thrown apples, and collisions between K-Swiss and beaks, the Hitchcockeque birds hissed and lunged and pecked relentlessly. And in the end we fled to the safety of another park.

Geese 1, humans 0.

We Saw the Sun

I love St. George. We played outside for hours during the day and Scrabble for hours at night. I did not want to come home.


And the reigning Scrabble champion is . . .

Leslie Andrus.