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Sky On Fire When a scene like this is presents itself to you, it's kind of like the spotlight switching on and the director barking "Action!!". You're on. You're in the zone. Maybe a little nervous about hitting your mark, saying your lines right. Which is kinda silly, since a scene like this has nothing to do with you. All you can really do is be in awe. And do your best to be in service of such a moment so that maybe someone who wasn't even there can understand why you were left completely speechless. The sky was indeed on fire that night. July 2010. Glenshire pond,Truckee, CA. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
High Noon at Bell Rock I'd been in lovely Sedona for a gathering. It was June and it rained pretty much the whole time. Of course, the sun came out as I was leaving for the airport to come home. Bell Rock at noon. Who shoots at noon, I thought? But it was my only chance, so I pulled over with only a few moments to find that shot that would speak of my experience there. There was no romantic, mysterious early morning/late afternoon glow... just the stark overheadness of high noon to work with. This was the result. Proving to myself once again, that sometimes we just have too many expectations about "special"... when it might be just sitting there staring at us under the high noon sun. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
The Shot I Fell Off The Bridge For It had snowed. Alot. Like about 5 feet in 3 days. When that happens, it changes where the edges of things appear to be. I saw this scene taking shape and snowshoed out to greet it. Set up my tripod on the little bridge over the creek that feeds the lake. With the sunset about to peak, I looked up, took a step back... and fell off the bridge right onto my back in the creek. Someone let out schoolgirl shriek. Certainly that was not me. And yet... I was alone. sigh. Lying there in the slush, I looked up again - and saw my camera and tripod dangling by a mere participle above me. Luckily, it wasn't heavy enough the break through and join my little creek party jam. I had to scramble out on my hands and knees, because my snowshoes wouldn't grab in the voluminous, drifty snow. This gorgeous painting of a moment graciously hovered until I got my shot. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0) And in the end, that's all that really counts.
Cross Your Heart I love black and white photography. It's how I started shooting, back in school. Did my own developing in the darkroom, which was like Christmas every day. Figured on being a pro... until the darkroom chemicals gave me headaches and I had to move on to other options. Fast forward to now. I love black and white photography. No darkroom chemicals. Heaven. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
To Love and Be Loved It was partly the words. And partly that the words were NOT written on an urban wall somewhere... but on a railroad trestle in the Sierras, about an hour and half hike from any parking spot. My heart wanted this photo. Maybe yours does too? ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Behind the Green Door I love crazy old doors. What's behind them? Who passes through them? How long have they been there? Now clearly, there's alot going on with this one right here. It's a storybook door. And judging by the individual frames on this door, the age old push me, pull me, hit me, hang me, shake me, beg me, dress me, undress me, implore me, bestow up on me, gimmegimmegimme lifestyle has been going on for quite some time now. But what is the whole story here? Who was the original artist? Who commissioned him? And why? I have no answer. This kinda bugs me. Do you know? ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Playful PalmsMaui, HI Nature sure loves a good hula, that's all I can say. And she's got good rhythm. wink ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
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. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Maui IceplantMaui, HI Iceplants are interesting. They inspire fashion designers, hold their shape regardless of age or the weather, allow you to contemplate infinity and ponder the stillpoint, prick your finger if you manhandle them. I aspire to be more like an iceplant. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)

Playful Palms

Maui, HI

Nature sure loves a good hula, that's all I can say.
And she's got good rhythm.
wink



©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Playful PalmsMaui, HI Nature sure loves a good hula, that's all I can say. And she's got good rhythm. wink ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)

Playful Palms

Maui, HI

Nature sure loves a good hula, that's all I can say.
And she's got good rhythm.
wink



©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
See photo in original gallery.
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