Sound
like a big subject, but it is not. I am
just pleased with what I captured. It was on a Valentine’s Day and my husband
secretly arranged an overnight stay at Mount Hood Lodge. I have looked at this
gorgeous mountain (the highest in Oregon) very many times and from different
angles. Its perfect peak looks
prominent, sacred and peaceful.
That
was the first time when I was actually right on the foothill of Mount Hood to pay it my respect.
This picture was taken early in the morning with thick cloud dwelling outside the lodge. I was first drawn by the steaming cloud. When I walked down to the edge of the road, I was completely stunned by the scene. Honestly, at that moment, I had wondered where I was. I was above the cloud feeling that I was floating in the air. And yet, I know I was absolutely standing on a solid ground with grass, on the earth.
This picture was taken early in the morning with thick cloud dwelling outside the lodge. I was first drawn by the steaming cloud. When I walked down to the edge of the road, I was completely stunned by the scene. Honestly, at that moment, I had wondered where I was. I was above the cloud feeling that I was floating in the air. And yet, I know I was absolutely standing on a solid ground with grass, on the earth.
Heaven and Earth |
Strolling
around the foothill area, our feet were buried deep wherever we went. The sun
was shining, bright. The snow was taking over the ground, deep and white. There
were still spots of small creek waters running here and there with icicles
hanging down. People were walking on snow, black footprints on white snow.
Nature
presents its natural colors. When we observe the details only through black and white two colors, we actually perceive more truth and details. Monotone looks compelling when the subject is simple and the background is not too complicated. I was
kneeling down the ground to peek the snow pack from the side. It looked like ocean waves
and also reminded me of Chinese brush painting strokes for some reason. In
fact, I think I know why, I miss my deceased Dad too much. He wrote beautiful and
powerful Chinese brush stroke calligraphy 毛筆字.
I
have not done much black and white photography, but I happened to take these pictures, naturally, black and white and I love them. I am not a professional photographer and not looking into photo quality perfection at this point. It is more about the content of what I captured and the emotion that I was engaged during the process.
Every once a while, I found some color images that I think better in black and white format. When a picture is colored, our attention is on colors. I am a female and colors mean everything. But I discovered that black and white images tend to show more details and we pay closer attention to the visual content while not distracted by colors.
Every once a while, I found some color images that I think better in black and white format. When a picture is colored, our attention is on colors. I am a female and colors mean everything. But I discovered that black and white images tend to show more details and we pay closer attention to the visual content while not distracted by colors.
I took above picture when I visited Spanish Royal Palace in
Madrid, Spain. I’d toured inside the palace provided by palace administration
and seen all the glamorous chandeliers,
famous paintings, intricate tapestries and fancy furniture. But among everything I’d seen, my eyes were set
on this guy who played accordion to entertain the visitors outside the palace.
He played jazz music and with an easy smile
on his face. Not being disturbed by the
crowd and obviously not in for the pennies, he was just here enjoying himself and
to help others enjoy themselves. I found
him my most attractive subject for the day. Just for you to compare it with original color image. Accordion is classic. Black and white colors seem to portrait that nostalgia flare more.
The black and white photo of the accordian player gives it an artistic flare that you don't get in the colored version. Really nice
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