It’s a sickness. I know. I was going for a more dramatic feel today.
More at this gallery.
I love this one the best. Me and Jezebel. Just the key light at camera left at 45 degree angle.
Profile. Key light to camera left, hair light to camera right and slightly behind me.
This is looks like a “Citibank commercial” shot.
I’d moved the key light forward for the next two and added my SpeedLite flash to bounce light off the ceiling to give my hair a bit more definition.
More fill-light on this one.
I’ve been working all day on my photos from last weekend. I’ve just uploaded over 200 of them to SmugMug and am in processing of publishing them to the group’s Facebook page. I still have the reception photos to finish up, but the major part of the project is complete.
I managed to get in a little bit of shooting today too. Jezebel was not impressed with me disturbing her nap.
I’m practicing a lighting technique and Nina was nosing around underfoot. She wanted up in my lap. One thing led to another . . .
Trying to get my face properly lit while Nina scopes out the live view on my laptop..
She is quite the wiggler.
Me checking out the laptop. Nina squirming some more.
Me, trying to avoid “the tongue.”
She got me!
Smooch!
I love this little dog so much!
This week’s photo challenge is “Mine.” There isn’t much I consider mine. Not really.
I have possessions, but all of them can be swept away at any time.
The bank still owns this.
There are fleeting moments I wish were “mine.”
We have creatures who share our lives . . . but are they mine?
The way she orders me around, there is no way she’s “mine.”
This one lets me share “her” bed.
She turned me into a middle-aged woman with a little dog, but Miss “You have to wrestle me to the ground to clip my nails” is not mine.
My loyal boy is not “mine” either.
Fruit of my womb, and I’ll love her until the end of time, but definitely not “mine.”
Love of my Life. We said, “I do,” but we don’t own each other. We share our lives.
There is just one thing that is really and truly mine.
Me.
My carnivore likes apples.
I had a meeting this evening after work and these dried flowers just inside the door caught my eye. I shot this at 800 ISO,making the shot a bit grainy, considering the subject matter, I think it works.
For fun, I added a fresco filter for even more texture.
After I got home I caught Jezebel by lamplight.
It started out pretty good. I’d been working on my Air Races photos a good part of the morning, but when I caught sight of the overcast skies I thought, “Great light for shooting outside and trying out my new 85mm lens!” So I headed out to the backyard, camera in hand, and stepped into a hold in the lawn (a hole dug long ago by our beloved, Daisy, which comes back to bite us on occasion). I twisted my ankle pretty badly and heard a crunch as I fell. While still on the ground I shot a couple of photos of Nina.
Yes, I realize what she’s doing, but Look At The Light! She looks spectacular!
Then I tried to walk it off and shot a couple of more.
Then I moved in on Buddy who was laying out on the deck, and for all his sweetness, couldn’t have cared less that Mom was in pain.
The only excitement I got out of him was when he heard Sweetie’s car pull into the driveway.
Then I tried icing my foot, but that wasn’t helping. In fact, the pain got worse, so off we headed to (the inappropriately named) Urgent Care. We had to go to Sparks as the x-ray tech in Fernley had called in sick. Lots and lots of waiting. Hours worth, in fact. No broken bones, just badly sprained.
They gave me an Air Cast, but it hurt more than it helped, so I took matters into my own hands.
Carissa Snedeker Photography 