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Fifty Shades of White

lrexp-dsc_9989-edit-edit-2-edit-20100310-2In Black & White photography, one of the challenges is to get all the shades of grey that are inherent in a particular image to display correctly. But, for me this is less of a problem than getting all the “shades of white” to stand out. It’s especially a problem in snow scenes and white flowers. These white orchids took a bit of time in Lightroom to come out the way I originally saw them with my naked eye.
And perhaps no color is so hard to be perceived as intended on multiple computer screens. In fact, every one looking at this right now is probably seeing it a little differently, even on calibrated monitors.
The following example shows the complexity in rendering and perceiving “white”. Some of us will see shades of red or blue in some of these samples.

My photo at the top of this post was taken in a large, high ceiling nursery. The staff there tolerated me dragging my tripod around the display tables, but they frowned on me moving plants around to suit my purposes. So a hand-held, off camera flash was my only option. And that at the lowest possible output that would  show the surface texture without totally blowing out the highlights.

Hollyhocks and New Mexico Sun

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Hollyhocks

Old-fashioned flowers! I love them all:
The morning-glories on the wall,
The pansies in their patch of shade,
The violets, stolen from a glade,
The bleeding hearts and columbine,
Have long been garden friends of mine;
But memory every summer flocks
About a clump of hollyhocks.

The mother loved them years ago;
Beside the fence they used to grow,
And though the garden changed each year
And certain blooms would disappear
To give their places in the ground
To something new that mother found,
Some pretty bloom or rosebush rare—
The hollyhocks were always there.

It seems but yesterday to me
She led me down the yard to see
The first tall spires, with bloom aflame,
And taught me to pronounce their name.
And year by year I watched them grow,
The first flowers I had come to know.
And with the mother dear I’d yearn
To see the hollyhocks return.

The garden of my boyhood days
With hollyhocks was kept ablaze;
In all my recollections they
In friendly columns nod and sway;
And when to-day their blooms I see,
Always the mother smiles at me;
The mind’s bright chambers, life unlocks
Each summer with the hollyhocks.

—- taken from Just Folks by Edgar A Guest

(For today’s Blogging 101 exercise I have edited my recommended sites list and added 3 new ones. I’ve also started following 2 new blogs I found using Reader)

Oh, Death. Won’t you spare me over til another year

dsc_3618Old bones reaching for the sun.

This old shed is just outside the ghost town of Shaniko, Oregon. One of my favorite venues for photography are old ghost towns. Fortunately, there are quite a few along the back-roads of Washington and Oregon. Even if I can’t find  an interesting shot when I get there, I still enjoy being there and imagining what stories the old buildings have seen.