Showing posts with label prairie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prairie. Show all posts

Friday, September 6, 2013

The Prairie Grass Tour

Now that the sun gets up later, it's much easier for me to go shoot a little early light. I just love the prairie grass around here. I almost ran over a jogger while gawking at the weeds in the ditch yesterday. It didn't help that he was on the skinny road running toward me.

Just a few slight Lightroom tweaks on the grass. I made a preset called Pop It, if anyone wants it. It effects only the basic panel. Download here.
 There always seems to be a few yuccas around.
These sunflowers were in the ditch near a place I went last year to do a self-portrait shoot in a skimpy wheat field. 
Nestled in with the flowers were the dreaded 'sticker burrs'. These are so not wanted in the yard but they make for a lovely shot facing into the sun.
The former wheat field was totally barren. The same is true for a lot of the cotton fields. I found that someone had thoughtfully dropped off a nice prop for me.
I couldn't resist.
I took this home with me.

Now here's the iPhone/iPad version.





Did you know that I love texture? These were all edited with Mextures.
I'm linking up with Helen today for Weekend Walk.
Have the most fabulous weekend, friends!

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Where Your Heart is


Your feet will bring you to where your heart is. -Irish Proverb
I've spent far too much time sitting at the computer. It's a great playground. Photoshop. Lightroom. Textures. Pictures. Of course the photos wouldn't exist if I didn't get off my backside and go take some.
It's an inner struggle to just GO. Just go do it. My computer is already full of things to play with, do I really need more? What is it that my heart searches for?
Beauty....
Beauty in the simpleness of the earth. 
Like white-gold prairie grass against a stormy blue winter sky. 
One red tree that pops for the landscape. 
A sea of oak leaves at least ankle deep. 
Or just one at rest among scattered pebbles holding it's breathe for the next gust of wind.
Weeds.
Grasses.
Clouds.
My heart is at peace there.