I’ve been hoarding pictures. I have no idea why. Well, yes, I suppose I do know why. I want the opportunity to go through them, decide what’s good and what’s not, and if needed, tweak them. The tweaking (via Photoshop) is usually something simple such as playing around with contrast, sharpness, and color saturation. Sometimes what my eye sees is much more colorful than what the camera produces. I prefer my photos to look the way I perceived the original images.
Anyhow, I thought I should stop hoarding and start posting. One of the reasons I wanted a digital camera in the first place was to be able to share some of the scenes from my life. Other than trying to capture and than sharing the “perfect” (if not perfect, at least good) shot for my other blog, I haven’t been doing much sharing.
(Mushrooms growing near the cattails at the back of the pond.)
Sometimes the photos aren’t all that great and tweaking makes them at least good. And sometimes they’re not all that great no matter what I do but I like them anyhow. The mushrooms above are an example of that.
We’ve had some wildflowers blooming near the back of the pond. I don’t know what they are or why they decided to bloom so late in the season. Our bout of Indian Summer may have contributed to that.
M and I went to the Hartville Market last Saturday. On our way there M stopped to gas up the car. I was looking out the window and noticed this scene next to a grocery store:
(Circle of stones and silo.)
We don’t often see stone circles around here. Especially next to a grocery store which is located in front of a farm. (Note: Grocery stores located next to, behind, or in front of farms are not unusual in the Bogs.)
No October trip to the Hartville Market would be complete without a photo of pumpkins:
Hot air balloon traffic has been steady over the past few weeks. I take most of the shots from someplace that gives me a clear view, but sometimes I like to capture the balloon juxtaposed with something else to give a better perspective on the size of the balloon. Or just because it looks neat.
(Taken from what used to be the hayfield.)