I'm now selling my photos!!!

I now host galleries of my favorite photos @ www.lloydshell.zenfolio.com Feel free to surf over there to see photo's that may have drifted into the darkest reaches of the archives here on Blogspot.

I also have begun selling my photographs when requested, I can handle most sizes and finishes either locally or via my on-line printing service.

Thanks for looking!


Monday, June 3, 2013

Unusual weather.....

Last week was a rather unusual weather pattern for Utah, EXTREMELY wet with wild thunderstorms. The cool part of the whole deal was the two best results I could have hoped for. Free watering of my lawn and cool weather pictures.

A double rainbow!!!

And some awesome mammatus clouds RIGHT OVER MY HOUSE!!!! This shot is a 6 image panorama, I shot it at 10mm and in landscape orientation, should have gone to portrait and shot more images. It still turned out pretty good though!

Eye for detail.

One of the most natural things for me in photography is noticing and capturing the little details that make up a larger image or area. Those are the things that I remember, not the whole thing, that overwhelms me, but the feel of my hand on the handrail and the texture of the peeling paint, the placement of a flower in the desert determinedly growing in a tiny crack in the sandstone. The patterns of nature and man, often random, sometimes planned, these are the building blocks of my memory. While I am not a devotee of the razor thin depth of field, isolate only one thing in a composition school of thought, it does match with the way I see the world at times. Removing distractions to reveal the detail that is prominent in my brain as I saw the scene. 

While leaving work recently I saw a pile of old doors that had been removed as part of  the continual renovations that are necessary for the survival of a large medical center. I had walked past them multiple times, but this time something struck me, a door closer crossing the top of another door at a funky angle, almost like the leg of some mechanical insect broken off and thrown off to the side. I HAD to stop and look.

In looking more closely I saw the details of the closer mechanism, a slight patina of rust just starting to form, dust on the top from unknown years of use, what types of things went on in the room this device guarded? What stories could it tell could it only speak? Lives lost or won, secrets shared, the mundanities of daily life, enigmatic, it can only remain mute leaving me to wonder.

A simple hinge, one of the least technologically advanced devices in the facility, yet important and even essential. How many times was it used? How many years did it quietly sit simply holding up a door and allowing for a simply swing to occur. Stories. If only these objects could talk!!!

Call me silly if you must, but these flights of fancy keep me engaged with the world, curious, present, and with wondering awe.