Ljubljana, Slovenia, is a picturesque town that a photographer could easily get lost in. There are things someone like me, from a small town in a rural state, never sees - such as rustic looking painted bicycles.However, I do believe that if someone came to Watertown from Slovenia to photograph our town, they would find strange and photogenic things that we would probably ignore.Giant cowboys might be an example. . . .
Reindeer & Bokeh
This is the same tree as I used last year for my "Procession" post. But this year a reindeer dropped in to pose regally. And, yes, there is nice bokeh in the background.
Manipulated Reality
This was done as part of a teaching demonstration yesterday and while I have already posted a variation of this photo (click), I thought I'd post the doctored photo.Everything thing you see here is "real" and existed in the original photo. The difference between my original post and this one is that there is software that will amplify and adjust the various bits of information, including color, contrast and sharpness. My own take on a photo like this is that it is interesting but that it isn't lasting art. Frankly, the first one may not be either.
Split Harbor (HDR)
This is not a true, layered HDR photo. Instead, I made it using Nik Software's Color Efex Pro 4.0 and Nik Efex HDR. It creates a bit of a surreal effect, I think.Are you a photography student wanting to know more about the process that leads to photos like this? Here's a tutorial I created this morning fresh off the video "press."
Ancient Doors
12-01-11 Live To Eat?
This is a beautifully served creme brûlée that my wife had while we were staying in Rothenburg O.D.T. Here's what I had. (Click)Do we live to eat or eat to live? When Deb and I travel, it's a little of each. (And that's not Cool Whip on the right - it's real whipped cream!)
Presentation Is Everything
Moonlight Ride
This photo is the second in a series I call "Taking Photos On a Bouncing Boat." The first photo shows up here, and, frankly, I like that one a lot more than this one. But as lakes turn to ice around here, I take some comfort in remembering this boat ride on a warm August night in Iowa.






