Excerpt from "Daybreak": Snowpeople 3
Excerpt from Daybreak:
The bakery is decked out in snowpeople: store-bought and homemade, plush and ceramic, wood, plastic. Snowflake cutouts sparkle as they dangle from the ceiling, creating an oasis of December through the power of suggestion. The denizens form a fantasy community, looking at once like a collector's workshop and a village populated by strikingly individual personalities.
I get the proprietor's permission to photograph. My camera "tells" me I am focused, but I have opted out of using flash and suspect a slightly longer shutter speed blurs some of the shots. Between sips of coffee and minutes before the morning rush I hang out with the decor. Now a CD of pictures sits on my desk, ready for delivery to the bakery in case anything proves useful.
Asking permission to practice my photography had gotten me out of my comfort zone, obeying the pleas of my inner extravert. The camera teaches me.
Excerpt from "Daybreak": Snowpeople 3
Excerpt from Daybreak:
The bakery is decked out in snowpeople: store-bought and homemade, plush and ceramic, wood, plastic. Snowflake cutouts sparkle as they dangle from the ceiling, creating an oasis of December through the power of suggestion. The denizens form a fantasy community, looking at once like a collector's workshop and a village populated by strikingly individual personalities.
I get the proprietor's permission to photograph. My camera "tells" me I am focused, but I have opted out of using flash and suspect a slightly longer shutter speed blurs some of the shots. Between sips of coffee and minutes before the morning rush I hang out with the decor. Now a CD of pictures sits on my desk, ready for delivery to the bakery in case anything proves useful.
Asking permission to practice my photography had gotten me out of my comfort zone, obeying the pleas of my inner extravert. The camera teaches me.