Originally uploaded by Jason Means
This little Nuthatch is helping me put the finishing touches on my bird photography presentation for the Charleston Camera Club on Monday evening.
I spent most of my Sunday cleaning up around the house, and watching my feeders on the front porch every time I walked through the living room. This is the first Yellow-rumped Warbler that I've seen at my feeder, and I was glad to get photographic evidence that it was there.
Just as I was arriving at work this past Friday, I noticed this beautiful crescent moon rising over Yeager Airport. Just as I popped my camera out to snap a few pics, this jet came into frame, with its contrail bright pink in the early morning sun.
Yup... you can definitely tell that it's winter, because the self portraits start to fly.
Overall, I try to make a habit of not doing too many self portraits, because beyond being a bit vain, they're really tacky. But, desperate times call for desperate measures. I've been a bit consumed with work as of late, and the lack of daylight has made shooting this winter a real challenge.
So, out of boredom and the desperate need to shoot something... anything... here comes yet another self portrait.
My apologies are expressed to all...
Since the weather has been less than ideal for walking about in the woods and snapping pics, I decided to do a little indoor shooting this weekend.
I've been on a smoke kick for the past few weeks, so I asked my dad if he would smoke a pipe for me and pose for a few pics. This particular pipe he bought while he was stationed in Germany, and hadn't puffed on it in over forty years.
Rick Lee recently gave a presentation for the Charleston Camera Club reviewing some of his work over this past year. One of his projects involved smoke, and I was so enthralled with his shots that I decided to give it a stab.
Since the weather has been really crappy and I've been buried in work, I haven't had a chance to shoot very much over the past few weeks. So, I decided to do an indoor project this evening and try a stab at some smoke shots again. To say the least, smoke is a fickle thing, and at least ninety percent of what I shot was nothing other than blurry lines of nothingness. Thankfully, a few shots did turn out, and I never cease to amazed by the bizarre and beautiful patters that smoke makes.
I've had the good fortune to catch a number of good moonsets over the past few months. Fair weather and a good westerly view from my front porch have helped tremendously.
Caught this last night just before I went over to the Hamilton's house for New Year's Eve. The light, whispy clouds add just the right touch to the photo.