Pinkness It's just that way sometimes. - Karen Hutton | Life is Light Photography

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I Need Glasses For the Grasses Reno, NV

I love this because it's just so simple.
And proves that you can find wondrousness to shoot in the unlikeliest of places without missing a beat if you're paying attention and carrying your camera around with you.

I shot this in a parking whilst out on errands in Reno last week. I used my f2.8 70-200 and let it do all the work. With this POV and its selective focus, all I had to do for post-processing was a little curves and sharpening - but not much - and a case could've been made for skipping that part altogether. The light, the lens and Ma Nature did the heavy lifting... all I had to do was press the shutter and giggle in delight.

OK, and notice the grasses in the first place.
It does help to pay attention.
Oh yeah, and never whine about how there's nothing to shoot close to home.
grin.

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Jenny Butchart's Garden Victoria, B.C.

If you find yourself stuck with an abandoned limestone quarry pit you just don't know what to do with, you could always follow Jenny Butchart's example.

After her husband finished using the quarry to make cement for building most of British Columbia back in the 1930's, Jenny was stuck with a 5-acre pit.
Thanks, hubs.
So she did what any sensible woman would do... made a world-famous garden.

Everyone and their mother (sister/brother/dog/parakeet) takes this shot. No kidding! And from this very spot (that is, if you don't want to trod upon the garden.)
But as a lover of all things jardin, I had to make my own tribute. Especially since many of my flower shots came from Butchart Gardens. Most especially the dahlias.

Nice one, Jenny Butchart. And thank you!

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The Dahlia Family Perm
Daphne, Delphine, Doyenne and Dolly Dahlia had perfect hair. It was always perfect. They never had a "bad hair day" unless someone was sick. (Even then it was better than average.) And their sunny disposition seemed to reflect a certain comfort in comfortable certainty.

Everyone knew when the Dahlia ladies came to town, because the air glowed and perfect hair ruled the day.

No one said they were deep.
But it was their very own, permanent solution to a perfectly imperfect, uncertain world.

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She Looked Away
I caught her gaze for just a moment. It was unexpected. Startling, even. She looked into my eyes without flinching, without even a flicker of self consciousness. Her luminous beauty, her subtle yet undeniable strength, her utter equanimity at being both a fleeting visitor and an immutable force in the world sat lightly with her.
She was transcendent.
In that sudden and unexpected moment, I knew what it meant to be alive.
Really. Truly.

Before I had a chance to smile and nod, she looked away.

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Princess Dahlia
For a snippet of time, she lived on her family's estate in Butchart Gardens, Victoria, B.C. In the bloom of her youth, Princess Dahlia was the envy of all who happened by. She favored the front and center position, greeting visitors who arrived in bermuda shorts from the land of "Oooo and Aaahhh", who regularly expressed their delight at her extraordinary beauty and countenance.
She loved it when they expressed their delight.

The snippet of time passed by quickly however, as snippets of time are wont to do. The breathtakingness that was Princess Dahlia waned and faded, and eventually passed completely. Yet she did live on... in an online photo gallery owned by one of the visitors from the land of "Oooo and Aaahhhh". Who, although she didn't wear bermuda shorts, Oooh'd and Aaahhh'd with the best of them as she captured the frames that lead to the digital magic that meant Princess Dahlia would live forever.

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She Laughed in That Way She Does
"I dunno, think it's too much?" she asked, turning her head this way and that as she inspected her new hair color in the mirror.

"Well, it's bold... but if anyone can rock it, you sure can!", I answered truthfully. She always wanted my opinion, even though sometimes my choices were a bit, um, stronger than hers.

"Y'know..." she tilted her head one more time - and just then the light caught her exactly right. Suddenly it she appeared to shimmer - and I could imagine her high upon a enormous stage, glowing beneath a single spotlight, her rapt audience suspended in a single collective intake of breath.
"I think you may be right."

Then she looked at me, waited a beat - and laughed in that way that she does.

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Pinkness
It's just that way sometimes.

Orange
It was strange, having a nickname based on his coloring.
But it did simplify things somehow.

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In Her Dream She Was Purple...
and her sisters were flowers.
"Have you ever noticed that when people are passionate about a color, it's usually purple?" she mused aloud to no one in particular.
And then she noticed that purple flower passion was similar to - but calmer than - people purple passion.
She hoped she would remember all this when she woke up.

©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)

Pinkness

It's just that way sometimes.

Pinkness
It's just that way sometimes.

Pinkness

It's just that way sometimes.

Canon EOS 5D Mark III |

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Original size: 6100x4108 |

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