Tuesday, February 28, 2012

A Furry Friend and Feathered Friends

When I walk my dog, I generally don't take a camera. I like to just spend time with the pup and take it all in. But this Sunday, I decided otherwise. So, I packed some gear and went on a nature walk.

First, I walked in the woods, but it was rather lonely and unexciting. So I turned around and headed towards the water.

The lake glimmered in the bright sunshine - not bad for a February afternoon! I came upon a gaggle of Canada Geese and as soon as they saw me and Dagny the dog, they started to honk. I couldn't help but laugh. Dagny's ears perked up (she loves birds) and I slowly pulled out my camera. This only aggravated the geese more, and one by one they jumped into the water. The last one on the shore decided to make a safer airborne getaway!

Canada Goose

Canada Goose

The honking continued while I snapped some shots. Then, realizing that the nearby residents may have had enough of the commotion, I continued on my walk.

Winter Bullrush

Next, I spotted three Mallard Ducks; one male and two female. It wasn't until I studied this photo that I realized just how pretty Mrs. Mallard is. Sure, she's not as flashy as her beau, but she is undoubtedly a very pretty bird.  And I love how the ripples in the water compliment the pattern in her feathers.

Mrs. Mallard

Of course, Mr. Mallard is a dashing fellow. I love the striking yellow bill, iridescent green head, white ring around the neck and the rich brown on his breast. And in addition, he has the cutest tail feather curls! What a handsome fella!

Mr. Mallard Mallards
Mr. and Mrs. Mallard

I bid adieu to Mr. and Mrs. Mallard and thanked them for trusting me and my furry friend. 


And to you, please feel free to download this happy photo and quote by Mr. Thoreau.


Saturday, February 25, 2012

Capture the moment.

Since my 2011 launch of Jenny Skinner | photo + design, I've been fine tuning my photographic style and brand. If you're a regular to my blog, you've probably noticed some design and color scheme changes over the past few months. This year I've swapped out the black and pink for a softer palette of grey, light blue, and mustard yellow. I find the cool grey and blue to be calming, and the splash of yellow to add some happiness and energy.

Additionally, I have several notebooks in which I've been scribbling down all sorts of words and phrases that help to define my photographic experience. I started to noticed a trend. Whether I was talking about a photo or writing about it, I kept describing "moments," which are basically visual vignettes.

Through my camera, I become a storyteller.... to capture the moment

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Pretty, Sweet, Cute

I'm having a happy day and want to share some pretty, sweet, and cute photos with you. I hope you enjoy!!

Pretty:
Admiring a bouquet of Valentine's roses that you proudly bought for yourself.
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Sweet:
A perfectly delicious strawberry on a February morning to remind you that Spring is coming soon.
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Cute:
A furry friend to make you laugh (she was mid-yawn).
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Friday, February 10, 2012

Be My Valentine

There are those who simply love Valentine's Day, those who are reminded of their singledom, and then there are the ones like me, who buy a bag of conversation hearts just to take some cute photos!

I hope everyone has a happy Valentine's Day. These photos are for you, and I invite you to download 'em, print 'em out, or send 'em to your special Valentine.



 I'm on Facebook, did you know?!

I hope you all have a happy day and don't go too crazy on the candies like I just did -- sugar rush!!

PS - Feel free to reblog these photos, but please leave the watermark in-tact! Thank you!

Monday, February 6, 2012

A Snowy Day at the Farm

February has just begun. Punxsutawney Phil has seen his shadow, and despite the two incredibly warm weather days last week, winter is still here. There are some people out there who loathe the winter, insisting that it is dreary and bleak. And although last week's taste of spring has me yearning for warmer days, I still firmly believe that winter has it's beauty, too.
Farm Life - Seven Oaks Vineyard
Seven Oaks Vineyard
On Saturday, I spent the day at the farm with family. It was damp and chilly - a major departure from the spring like weather earlier in the week. As I sat in the house, I occasionally peered outside to the pastures behind the house, both belonging to different neighbors. It began to rain, changing into snow, but melting as soon as it touched the ground. Sitting by the fire, and admiring the scenery, I found the weather rather pretty. 

I peered out of the window and noticed a few horses near the spot where the three properties met. The sky was dark, and it was wet outside, but I grabbed my camera anyway and headed outside. The horses were spooked and two of the three darted off. One horse remained. She looked at me and mirrored my movements. We met at the fence, but I could only get so close thanks to a barrier of branches and barbed wire. I called her the Chestnut Mare, after the song by the Byrds, and she spent some time with me. Then, she turned and trotted away.
Farm Life - Chestnut Mare
Chestnut Mare
Farm Life - Chestnut Mare
She Trots Away
I watched her return to the other horses and wiped the melted snow and rain from my camera. I headed back inside, when I suddenly realized that the cows in the neighboring pasture were all staring at me. And then they hurried over in my direction. My eyes grew large and I whispered "oh shit!" under my breath as I realized that I was protected by a wood fence that could be easily trampled. Thankfully, the cows slowed down and formed a line. I suppose they were just as curious as I was. One cow even mounted another for a better view of me (and was quickly corrected!). We gazed at each other for a few minutes, and then I returned to the house.
Farm Life - Cows
The Observers
Warm and dry back inside, I made the occasional pass by the windows, just to see what else was going on. This time, a massive bull was hanging out by the fence. I've since learned that mature bulls weight at least 2,000lbs. I haven't heard of bull attacks (matadors and rodeo cowboys excluded), so I came out to greet him and trusted that he was friendly. I think he was just as curious about me as I was about him. I spoke to him a little bit as I took his picture, thanked him, and returned to the house. He hung out by the fence for a little while longer, and then returned to the rest of the herd.
Farm Life - Snowy Bull
The Bull
Farm Life - Snowy Bull
Snowy Bull
Too often the cold and damp weather appears uninviting. In this case, however, winter afforded me a quiet and peaceful moment with some curious animals who I hope to see more of in the warmer days ahead.