HDR Photography
The newly renovated pond in Bushnell Park had crisp, clear water this fall and I assumed that I’d lose sight of the rocks at the bottom from the build-up of fallen leaves. Instead, it turns out that a frozen surface was the bottom-obscuring victor.
After a nighttime poster session, crowds of chemists issued forth from the San Diego Convention Center and across the tracks to the Gaslamp Quarter.
The benefit of living in a beautiful place is finding those days when (i) a beautiful location and (ii) charming lighting and (iii) special circumstances align. On a perfect late-summer afternoon, the pond in Bushnell Park is just finished its cleaning and repairs and has had its bottom protected with a layer of large stones. This is sort of a once-in-a-few-decade chance to capture the odd site of the dry pond.
Emerging from the shadow of Bushnell Tower in downtown Hartford, marathon runners bunch and clump and distribute stochastically through the otherwise-empty streets.
Bushnell Theater and the Connecticut State Office Building across the street look warm and inviting in the dusk light—friendly in a way I wouldn’t otherwise associate with massive facades.
A muddy but vibrantly colored cafe space outside of the Moco Museum in Amsteram looks a bit like a matte painting for some Miyazaki-esque anime adventure.
Relaxing with in the shade by the canal on a summer afternoon is excellent, but zoom in and you’ll see that this young woman is laughing along with her friend who is almost perfectly hidden behind her.
A slice of life on an Amsterdam summer afternoon—café, busy streets, big clouds.
Snow hit Connecticut last night, but for today I’m looking back on street photography from a surprisingly cool summer day in Amsterdam.
The call of a perfect summer afternoon on a bike crossing Amsterdam—dodging crowds, slipping from old building to new building, under a blanket of white clouds and green trees—sounds utopian.
A fog of Macbeth/Shakespeare/Weird-Sisters-level strangeness descended on Hartford last night.
In a city of bicycles and public transportation, I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised to see some old-school mass transport taking place.
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Cycling on the streets of Amsterdam already strikes me as an act of bravery, but doing so with framed art (presumably with glass on the opposite side) is more optimistic.
The streets outside The Bushnell are a lot quieter and emptier on summer evenings when no show is happening, but the few automobiles present still provide a sense of scale to its dramatic structure.
In comparison with landscape and sports photography, I’m far less experienced with the world of street photography. On this particular November evening on the streets of Dublin, I thought it might be fun to push my technical limits a bit.
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