Showing posts with label Colin Winterbottom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colin Winterbottom. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Adventures in Blogging...3 Years and Counting.

 I love to find visual moments that only come along once, like this lovely misty sunset near the Missouri River in Sept. 2010.  I could photo-shop to "make it better" and maybe someday if I get time, I will.  For now, it's raw and interesting material....


"Me and My Monkeys" arranged by my young niece, Flowergirl.


 Aw, shucks. I'm a life-long sucker for rusticated country scenes from small-town America. This was taken early in the Blog in Mt. Carroll, IL.

Door and windows are irresistable. The more beat up they are, the more they speak of the history and the people who lived, worked and passed/looked thru them. This one is the door of a railroad shop in PA.

Art-by-Accident and meeting interesting people by chance!  This photo was found at the same PA rail museum when I happened upon a real professional photographer-artist, Colin Winterbottom. Wielding the camera with the intent of sharing photos on the Blog has opened my world to exactly the sort of experiences I want, featuring "photo captures", color, some trips and events.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Barbb's Own "Star Sighting"!!


...the Museum had an "over-flow" lot: 5-6 acres of old equipment owned but not yet restored. Truth is, by this time, I was "all trained out" for the day. So, I'm lagging behind, beginning to understand all the children who are NOT well-behaved; suddenly I notice a nice looking young man with a lethal-looking macro-lens aimed a couple of inches at the side of an old car. So I decide to go pester him for a while; turns out he's colin winterbottom, who does mysterious, unexpected visions of DC, NY and other cities.
He appreciates corrosion patterns, producing masterful compositions with that powerful lens. I can't wait to see what he does with these lovely shades of red, rose and rust. He was very nice, considering the interruption; what I learned was not to give up: if he hadn't been working on the red car, I may have missed it.

To Remember Dad's 103rd Birth Anniversary, Something Different

 My Grandparents on my Dad's side were both "bonus babies", kids who were born to much older parents, long after they expected...