Showing posts with label holly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holly. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Mosaic Muse ~ Everyday Beauty

You've been enjoying the beauty of rich warm colors, sunsets and sunrises, sand between your toes and   being embraced by beautiful light. You've even held the sun cupped between your hands! We've been enjoying the world through your eyes in our Everyday Beauty Flickr Group this August. Clearly you've been taking great pleasure in shooting it! Keep sharing your work for a chance to be featured here on the blog! We'll be showcasing your work all month long!


Be sure to join our new flickr groups for Mobile Photography and all things Film, and please be sure to invite your friends too! On Friday, Meghan will have a special announcement for along with sharing some more beauty from the Mortal Muses Film Friday group. See you then!

Holly ~ Soupatraveler

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Mosaic Muse ~ Everyday Beauty

Light, loveliness, a sunrise, a sunset, setting aside personal time sipping a cool drink. You've been showing us just how beautiful the everyday moments of your lives have been over the past several weeks.
Here is just a small glimpse into your worlds. 

Be sure to check back later in the week where we'll be featuring a mosaic from our new flickr group,
Mobile Muse ~ Film Friday. Have you joined yet? We'd love to see the beauty in your analog worlds too!


Monday, June 4, 2012

introducing mobile mondays

You guessed it! More changes coming to the blog, along with our newly featured Film Fridays (have you joined the new flickr group yet?) We'll also be exploring all things photographed on-the-go on

MOBILE MONDAYS!

We've been watching closely what you're posting over in our flickr pools, and one thing you LOVE to share are your mobile shots while on the move! It doesn't matter what device your shooting with, be it an iphone, android, ipad, ipod touch or any other mobile device out there, share with us your shots in our new group Mortal Muses ~ Mobile Mondays, for a chance to be featured here on the blog. Along with your features, we'll also be exploring mobile photography in depth. Stay tuned to learn just what that means!


PS. Don't forget to download the photo-editing App Snapseed for FREE before its too late! A $5 value, Apple has selected it as its free app of the weekavailable on itunes until Wednesday, June 6th. We'll look forward to seeing what you do with your new app in the group pool...happy editing :)

Friday, June 1, 2012

introducing film fridays

If you haven't been able to tell yet, there are some changes in the works taking place here at Mortal Muses, and I'm thrilled to be telling you about the first one...drum roll please...

FILM FRIDAYS! 

We know there are loads of you out there having a love affair with film, so we've decided that now's the time to showcase your work! Polaroid, kodak, fuji...if you've shot it, we want to see it! Head over to the the new Mortal Muses ~ Film Friday group and show us what you've got? Haven't shot any film in a while? Feel free to share your throwbacks from another time before digital took the photography world by storm. We'd love to see what you used to shoot as well!  We're looking forward to seeing some delicious adventures all captured on film!


Tuesday, May 29, 2012

a change of space


My parents recently sold their 6-acre home of 22 years to downsize into a more manageable space, a lovely condo closer to town. This past weekend, my husband and I returned to help with the impending move. Although I didn't grow up here, I spent my senior year of high school in this house, summers and holidays during college, as well as several months in between job searches and travels...not to mention, countless visits home since I've been married. Through all this time, I've still had my own bedroom. It's had slight transformations over the years as my mom made subtle changes, a new chair here, a new picture there, while winter coats and wool blankets slowly took over the closet. The single bed from high school was replaced with a queen-sized one during my college years, and then traded in again for an antique, four-poster from my grandparent's home, the inevitable consequence of a death & subsequent move to independent living. The one constant has been the bedroom set made up of a dresser, tall chest, nightstand and "make-up" table. I managed to hold onto on a couple of drawers and shelves across the years filled with stacks of books and photo albums, mementoes from my travels, a wedding gown, veil and fancy shoes. For the most part, nothing drastic has changed until this weekend when we boxed up the rest of my things to bring back to Philly, gave my bedroom set away for its new life in another home and put the four-poster into storage. All that's left is a mattress, some lamps and a few chairs. 

I didn't think it would bother me. These changes. The loss of this space. The closing of one chapter, the beginning of another, and on the surface, it hasn't. Yet, as I walked around the house on Friday night, I found myself hostage to bittersweet memories and overcome with nostalgia and wishing, in that moment, that the folks would stay put, allowing me to hold on to the past before family holidays dwindled in numbers as my grandparents passed away and my sister moved abroad, or before we'd lost Max the cat (my soulmate) or Abby and Ben our canine replacements. Later on, as I lay in my Poppop's four-poster bed, I took a moment to record my thoughts in my journal and embedded my image on a memory card. After shooting my reflection, I snapped off a few random pictures of the room from this vantage point and went to bed. 


The thing about changes, good or bad, expected or unforeseen, is how they push us towards something new allowing us to redefine our space, or maybe even our place in the world. It can be like shedding our skin…or maybe daring to look "pretty in pink" like kristin~mainemomma did by adding a little something special to her hair…

136 :: pretty in pink

...or having the courage to move forward, despite being tired, into a new job, in a new state after losing a family business of 38 years like 6ftmama

its beyond my control.....

...or maybe, as I found out, it can be simply giving away the bedroom furniture you've had since you were 10. So even though my space has changed, there's a new one waiting for me across town. And although we've lost some family members, in just a few weeks, we'll be getting a visit from the new ones we've gained. My sister comes to visit with her two children, and my parents have just picked out a puppy for their new home.

How about you? Any big changes taking place in your life now?

Holly ~ Soupatraveler 






Tuesday, May 22, 2012

the beauty of not knowing

up and over the boise foothills 

I'm terrible at surprises.

I was the child who shook and inspected every single present under the Christmas tree. I skipped to the end of the books to read the ending before picking up again in the middle.

I thought I'd outgrow my need to know but still today, I can't help but read the synopsis of the movie I am about to watch. Even when I said I didn't want to learn the sex of our second child, I couldn't not look when the ultrasound tech left the room with telling information on the screen.

I like to know. Yet when I was perusing landscape images, I was drawn to these images of not knowing.

What beauty lives up and over the hill or beyond the curve of the road? The question is relegated to rhetorical status because the images here are playing coy, leaving more questions than answers. Journey clearly trumps destination. I find myself drawn into the images precisely because I don't know the answer. And I don't have to.

 Because there can be such beauty in not knowing.

 tara is tea of boots & tea and tara on the wander on flickr.

Highway One, CA - Beauty at every twist and turn Highway One, CA-Beauty at every twist and turn by KJBehavior

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Thank you Tara for guest musing with us today. If you'd like to know more about Tara, be sure to visit her at boots & tea or on her flickr stream. If you are interested in a future guest muse role, please email us at mortalmuses9 [at] gmail [dot] com.

Friday, May 18, 2012

a feeling of trust

Although I'm a big city girl at heart, I need to get out from time to time. These small escapes always work wonders for me. As I walk along the dusty trails of the nearby countryside, I gradually leave behind the hustle and bustle (mainly in my head). No need to do anything. I sit down in the meadow and contemplate my surroundings. High grasses. Bustling bees. Ever-changing, cloud formations. Trees that spread their green, lavish in abundance, and other trees still waiting for warmer days. I like it to just BE. A feeling of trust rises within me. Trust that everything has its own rhythm; Trust that everything is unfolding at the perfect time; and trust that I'll know when it's the right time for action...for inspired action. The wind turns the blades of grass, and from the distance, I hear the sounds of the big city. All is well. 
suburban idyll 
I see the same mindful serenity in this beautiful shot by Bright Glass. There is so much peace in it. Circumstances come and go. We go on our way. 
view south 
view south by Bright Glass 

 How about you? Can you trust the process of life? And even more importantly: Can you trust yourself and your capabilities to find the right moment for inspired action?

Claudia

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Thank you Claudia for guest musing with us today. If you'd like to know more about Claudia, be sure to visit her flickr stream and also check out her street photography, street inspired, on flickr. If you are interested in a future guest muse role, please email us at mortalmuses9 [at] gmail [dot] com.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

a landscape of adventure

Earlier this year, I spent five weeks travelling around Southern Africa, specifically South Africa and Botswana. Neither country is new to me, I'd been to each several times, but just the thought of a new adventure truly gets me going. The excitement of what's to come. The anxiety of figuring it out. The sense of accomplishment when it all comes together, followed by a deep seated contentment while I soak in my new surroundings...preferably with a drink in hand watching my new world go by. Twelve years had passed since my last visit to the Moremi Game Reserve, and the time had softened my recollection of its landscape. Only a pile of slides, catching dust in a box could revive those memories, and if you're at all like me, just the thought of dealing with the thousands of transparencies I took in another lifetime keeps me from going back to relive them again.

 When I came across ~ania♥ in Morroco for a while's image of a hazy morning in Essaouria, I could feel that same pull inside of me, telling me to drop everything, begging me to go. You see, for me, a new landscape is an adventure waiting to happen, the best kind of change to experience that exists in my world. When I'm not on a new journey, I'm usually dreaming up a new one, researching where to go, how to get there, and what to do...if anything at all. My head is simply stuck in the clouds and refuses to come out, and I hope it never does. Whether it's looking out of a railcar on the trans-Siberian Railroad, lazily swaying in a hammock on the Corn Islands, or keeping warm by the fire of an Inner Mongolian yurt...these prospects are all waiting to happen. And it looks like I just might need to go feed some seagulls on the coast of Morocco too. How about you? Has a new landscape surrounded your senses lately?

 Holly ~ Soupatraveler
bird's view
bird's view by ~ania♥ in Morocco for a while

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

endless love

Somewhere inside of me beats a farmer's heart. As soon as the hint of spring rolls around, the urge to grow comes upon me and outrageous plans for that year's garden unfolds. Tomatoes, chilies, chard, peas...they all hold valuable real estate back there. If powdery mildew weren't such a problem (oh the nerve), I'd grow pumpkins, squash, zucchini, cucumbers and more. Being so caught up in a food growing craze, it wasn't until a few years ago that I embraced a new-found love for decorative perennials. We'd only planned to live in our tiny house for a few years. Instead of focusing on long-term growth, I threw my energy into veggies and watering impatients (what was I thinking). I'd already been on the herb wagon, so I had a firm appreciation for endless bounty. But it was only after accepting that our 5-year plan would be more like 10, that I threw my efforts into more decorative perennials and watched the action unfold.  

There's something satisfying about watching plants come up year after year, seeing them grow into something big, bold and beautiful. In a garden as small as mine, perennials that double take over, so eventually I get to spread the love around. Irises, Sweet William, Ajuga, Astilbe, Bleeding Hearts, Purple Coneflowers, Black-Eyed Susans...they were all gifts from family and friends. And likewise, I've shared my Thyme, Mint, Oregano, and Strawberries. I've even cut out the beginnings of a new lilac bush as mine began to spread. Just knowing that each and every plant out back came from a loving home with a story to tell warms my heart.  

I inherited these hostas one summer when a neighbor was rebuilding their home generously offering up their flowerbeds to our shovels before the dump trucks destroyed years of growth. I happily pounced upon that glorious beauty up there along with several clumps of Siberian Irises. And as gorgeous as she is in subtle shades of green, its really in black and white where she gets the chance to shine. I just divided her for the first time this year, and now I've got two gorgeous beauties out back gracing our back patio in style. When I saw Alison's hostas in the group pool, I couldn't help but wonder where they'd come from. Those raindrops glistening. The leaves about to unfold. Don't they look like they've got a special story to tell too?

Holly ~ Soupatraveler
monochrome blooming
monochrome blooming by ajbbents

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

reaching through your senses


"Come on" she said, "You've got to squish your toes in it for it to really feel good!"

 Now walking through algae-ridden mud barefoot was pretty much at the bottom of my checklist of things to do that day. I'd been "photo walking" with the 9-year old daughter of our friends while visiting them at their home in the middle of a game reserve. We'd progressed from shooting in the confines of their fenced-in yard, to shooting along the suspension bridge that crossed a nearby river. I'd been extolling the virtues of taking note of your surroundings and thought a couple FWIS shots from the swing bridge would be a great idea. She agreed, but thought an even better idea would be to shoot them with our feet in the river instead of over it, which as I'd mentioned before was a bit of a mud sucking trap. I'll admit that although I declined the possibility of slip-sliding through scum, I did take off my tevas and carefully walked to water's edge.

 And here's the thing: although the mature adult in me avoided the slimy green gunk on the road, thereby circumventing eminent disaster (think falling hard on my ass while damaging my livelihood), my newly awakened 9 year-old psyche convinced me that mud romping might be a good thing. Fortunately, I had the real deal in front of me demonstrating, with great relish I might add, the proper way to play in the mud. So there I was, almost 30 years older, being taught by a child the art of letting go, and when I did, all my senses burst into life. The soft film of earth pushing up through my toes followed by the cool, flowing stream to clean them off again. It's soothing melody, background music to our ears, while we indulged in our late afternoon lesson on taking note of our stance in life. And when a fresh breeze reminded us that autumn was on its way, I thought to myself that sometimes, just looking through the viewfinder isn't enough. Sometimes, we've got to jump in with both feet and experience everything, through all 5 senses, and unteach ourselves how to be.

So when I saw meeganz's gorgeous shot of her hand disappearing into that halo of glorious, bokehfied light, I was reminded of my small friend, dancing and playing in the mud along a river, highlighted by a magnificent autumn sunset, just a few weeks ago. "reach for it" meeganz shot is titled, and I did, snapping off a succession of shots as a reminder to do just that. How about you, when was the last time you let go?

Holly ~ Soupatraveler

reach for it
reach for it by meeganz

Thursday, April 12, 2012

i am failing to succeed


I am an artist. A photographer. A creator. An explorer. I am an eternally evolving, endlessly growing soul attempting to sort it all out. Sometimes I fight it. Sometimes I roll with it. I am constantly amazed at the twists and turns my journey has taken, which makes me wonder why I put up such a fight along the way. It's taken me years of looking at what I wasn't, to be able to own today what I am.

If I'd told you I was a traveller, I'd have also told you that I'd never been to South America and hadn't been to a new country in years. If I'd told you I was a photographer, I'd have also told you that I got a C in Photo 101 shooting only on auto for years. If I told you I was an artist, I'd have pointed out my terrible my drawing skills and how I could barely nail down photorealism in art school. And if you'd asked me five years ago who I was, I would have lined up a row of excuses for my less than stellar station in life. Funny that. Because deep, down, I desperately wanted to succeed. But in this fruitless quest, all I achieved was emphasizing my failures and denigrating my accomplishments. After all, I didn't have a huge salary behind me, only list of experiences that didn't count for much on a resume.

Owning ourselves isn't easy, but by embracing our journey and having the courage to step into the unknown in a celebration of all life has to offer, both failures and successes, well, that's when the magic happens. Besides, who defines failure anyway? Society? Your family? Your boss? Believe me, they're too busy with their own issues to worry about...or they should be.

So I am constantly changing, constantly failing and constantly growing so that I can constantly succeed. For reals. No more excuses. No more apologies. No more self-recrimination. And I'll tell you a little secret that I've figured out on my own: you are too. You are a magnificent creator on an incredible journey with twists and turns of fate that couldn't be scripted. And hopefully, like me, when you look at your failures now, what you're really seeing is just one more thing that you've tried out but didn't really enjoy. It will push you forward to the next big thing. I promise. When I saw Cherish Bryck's self-portrait below, staring straight into the camera with nothing to hide,  I thought to myself, yep, she gets it, she's owning her life too.

Holly ~ Soupatraveler

108/365
108/365 by Cherish Bryck Photography

Thursday, February 23, 2012

go with the flow...


There's a lesson in listening to water. Waves crash against the beach. Rapids on a river. The rain outside your front door. At the seaside, it stretches endlessly into a world of infinite potential. On the banks of a river, it swiftly flows along a quickly-paced ride. The drumming of raindrops, a dull staccato, drowns out all other noise. It's as if these sounds were designed to induce me into a meditative state, whispering a soothing message quietly in my ear. "Relax," it tells me, "Trust the current. Just let go."

Can you hear it too? You walk towards the edge of the ocean and close your eyes, the sounds of the surf fill your senses as the soft, repetitive ripples lap against your toes, your ankles, sometimes rolling up the back of your calves. You curl your toes into the sand, rooting yourself to the earth, fusing your energy to mother nature's becoming one in this powerful moment. Somewhere in all this, the tension that's been clinging to you releases from your body, relaxation setting in as your shoulders sink back into their true position. Opening your eyes, you look down, feel the power of the moment, and realize you've learned how to go with the flow.

But what if you don't live near the ocean or a river, and a rainy day in nowhere in sight? I like to sink my body into a steaming, hot tub, close my eyes, and listen to the water splash around me. That works just fine, and I think it just might work for 68beats too.

Holly ~ Soupatraveler

provocation

provocation by 68beats

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

the power of words


Often words may be big and bold; you shout them out to the whole world! While at other times, they remain plain, even silent. Tiny letters forming thoughts, expressing feelings. Funny to think how much power they hold. One phrase, "I love you," can make our hearts soar, while the lack of them can crush our souls into little pieces. Absent from loved ones, you long to hear their words flow freely in a constant chatter. His voice. Her laughter. Once you hear these beautiful messages, your heart sings in happiness.

Last month, my close friend had her first opening at a gallery in Chelsea. She'd flown in from Florida on New Year's Day to prepare, her first trip away from her one-year old daughter. She'd mentioned in a previous email that if I'd like to help her paint the piece, a 20' x 14' temporary installation, I could arrive early. The day after New Year's the phone rang. Her voice wavered as she quietly asked if I'd considered her proposal. I knew this voice. 25 years of friendship, 8 years of fine art classes, and countless broken hearts between us, I could recognize it anywhere. Toneless, without inflection, but exhausted with a trace of sorrow. The words weren't there, but the message was clear, she needed help.

The next morning I caught the train from Philly up to New York. Although we've only caught up in person a handful of times since college, like all true friendships, the passage of time was irrelevant once we were together. In all the craziness of preparations, she hadn't allowed herself to miss her little girl. 24 hours later, with the completion of the piece and nothing left to do but wait, it finally hit her. But before she crumbled into sorrow missing her family, a video arrived in her inbox, filled with laughter and love from her little girl, and filled with the words she needed to hear.

This Valentine's Day, are there any words you need to share with someone you love? VeronicainMo's photo below is a lovely reminder to us all about the power of love and the power of words.

Holly ~ Soupatraveler

How about LOVE?
How about LOVE by VeronicainMo

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

looking out to be present within

Looking Out & Looking In {hss}

 "If we look at the world with a love of life, the world will reveal its beauty to us." ~ Daisaku Ikeda

While searching through my flickr stream the other day, I came across this image from last summer, which, coincidentally, I'd entitled "Looking Out & Looking In." It made me realize that I have a propensity for taking self-portraits that usually never see the light of day. Little, spontaneous snippets of my life, caught in some sort of reflective surface like this one taken in the glass of our front door. A summer dress. A happy dog. He's looking out, and I'm looking in. Truly a moment to remember, and one that fortunately made it out of the archives having been shot for last year's 365. Under the caption, I'd written, "Took this one last night just after the sun went down, and right before Maj went crazy when a bike rode by!"

Catching memories like this one, serve as a happy reminder that I'm blessed with an abundance of beautiful moments. The funny thing though, is that I often forget about them. As much as I try to be present, to live in the moment and see the everyday beauty around me, I can get lost in thought, caught up in the daily grind of life's mundane realities: bills to pay, a house to be cleaned, a dog who requires more exercise than I do! So as a photographer, I'm fortunate that regardless of where my mind might wander off, my natural instinct is to record what's around me while its happening, often leaving a trail of random self-portraits to follow throughout my archives. A catalog of self-expression in puddles, shop windows, rear-view mirrors, and sunglasses.

When I came across Bettie New's image below, coupled up with the above quote, I knew she has these photographic reflexes too. Hopefully, I'll keep remembering to record my own "love of life" while the world continues to remind me of the beauty that's always right beyond my lens. How do you remind yourself to be present? 

Holly ~ Soupatraveler

is all you need

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

growing up in black and white


Remember those days as a young child when everything was black and white? You know, yes or no, right or wrong, hot or cold, light or dark…you get the picture. Things were usually one thing or another without much in between. In our youthful innocence, we could find beauty and excitement in everything from banging on pots and pans to moving pebbles from one spot to another. Where getting dirty didn't count, and getting cold certainly didn't matter if you were playing outside all day long. In the winter months, my sister and I would play in the snow until darkness fell and we were soaked through! As long as there were hills to sled down, ponds to skate on, or snowmen to be built, we were content!

This youthful innocence immediately spoke to me in the stunning image below by Cherish Bryck Photography. That little girl below, all puffed up in her layers, is completely fascinated by the pigeon display before her seemingly oblivious to the rest of the world. She reminded me of last winter's visit to my sister where I watched my nephew, stuffed into his own winter layers, zip around on his push bike despite the cold. While I chased him down the sidewalk, shivering in my down coat, he didn't even notice. In fact, he smiled, pausing long enough for me to snap off this picture, before darted away again leaving me trailing behind. How about you? Do you have any special memories of winter?

Holly ~ Soupatraveler

33/365
33/365 by cherish bryck photography

Friday, January 13, 2012

muse university - 5 tips for documenting the decisive moment

It's happened. Your love affair with photography has taken a turn blossoming into something deep, meaningful, and everlasting. You've started shooting everywhere you go, the grocery store, the gas station, the mall, documenting every aspect of the world around you. Only there's something missing. Despite the fact that you've filled your memory card for the 50th time, you've noticed you've only got three great shots to show for it. So what gives? Perhaps its time to streamline your craft in search of the decisive moment. That instantaneous second when all the elements of an image are expertly rolled into one fantastic shot creating magic. The kind of magic we want to view again and again. Henri Cartier-Bresson, 20th Century French photographer, widely considered to be the father of modern photojournalism, put it more succinctly when he said, "There is a creative fraction of a second when you are taking a picture. Your eye must see a composition or an expression that life itself offers you, and you must know with intuition when to click the camera. That is the moment the photographer is creative."

Here are five tips for finding & documenting your own decisive moments.

1. Plan Ahead
Sometimes the perfect setup is obvious. You're in a specific location or situation where something memorable is going to happen. Think wedding or birthday party, festival or event. Right there, half your work is done, you can already envision the image. Next, try to get your settings nice and tight before taking the shot. Depending on your level of experience, how much time you put into this will vary. If you're a newbie when it comes to changing camera settings on the fly, get in position and shoot some test shots of the surrounding area to get a feel for the light. If you're worried about missing that specific split-second, don't hesitate to shoot in burst mode giving you at least two or three chances to get it right.

Rittenhouse Row Festival

This was shot at the Rittenhouse Row Festival in Center City Philadelphia. The setup was obvious; we all knew what was going to happen. While the performers arranged the final moment of their act, I moved into position with plenty of time to assess the light and line up the lens flare with the figures in the middle.

2. Practice Patience & Wait
Now that you're in position and have assessed your situation (taken those test shots), it's time to wait for the decisive moment to happen. Go back to the old adage "Patience is a virtue," and observe what's happening around you. Don't hesitate to throw in a deep breath or two to keep yourself calm so you don't give in to the impulse to start shooting haphazardly. Imagine yourself shooting film, where every frame on that roll of 24 exposures counts. You'd only give the moment 2 or 3 takes at most then, right? So allow the decisive moment to come to you, and don't give up hope when it doesn't happen right away.

Coffin Fly at Teaserama

The lead singer of this band repeatedly sank down on his knees during his performance. I stabilized my camera by setting it down on the edge of the stage and waited for him to repeat his act. When he finally looked my way, I knew I had my shot.

3. Turn on Your Emotional Radar
Feel your way to shooting the decisive moment. Look for displays of emotion around you, simple gestures that tell a story, animated expressions and exaggerated motions. Follow along with conversations so that you can predict what might happen next. Observe your surroundings searching for compositional elements that lend themselves to an interesting shot. Having a strong understanding of composition will help you recognize and feel the right balance between tension and emotion within your frame, so that when the action begins to unfold, you're ready to recognize just the right moment to shoot.

Connection

I was out to dinner with a friend when these two sat down. I immediately recognized that they'd set the shot up for me by sitting down perfectly framed by the bar's mirror. It took some time before they finally turned towards one another, smiling and laughing, without the bartender in front of them for me to get my shot.

4. Trust Your Instincts; Release Those Fears
Ever have a photographic hunch, but because you thought you should be shooting one way, perhaps in a more traditional manner, you didn't take the shot? Often its an unusual angle or unique perspective that grabs our attention the most. Don't be afraid to experiment with your photography. Practice looking at your subjects from all angles, so that when the moment presents itself, you're ready to see it. Also, don't be afraid to raise your camera when you recognize a good shot whether its at home or in public. Having confidence in trusting your intuition will go a long way in capturing the decisive moment.

8/30 My Dog

On a visit to our home, my nephew desperately wanted to play with our dog, Major, but was afraid him because of his loud barking, a fact that clearly upset him. Finally, on the 3rd day of the visit, he worked up the courage to stand beside Major and watch a tractor-trailer that was stuck on the block. I wanted to find a way to shoot the two of them together showcasing the fragile bond forming between them. My nephew's footy pajamas featuring dogs captured my eye, and I knew I'd found my shot.

5. Forget Perfection
Yep, that's right, sometimes, the perfect picture isn't necessarily the most technically sound. In fact, it might be this fact alone that creates your image. Often, we censor ourselves and our work based on the technical perfection of our product. To be sure, technical proficiency is important, but before disregarding a photo as unsound, ask yourself if all the avow elements are present. Do you still get an emotional response from the image? Does your intuition tell you that it holds appeal? Sometimes sitting back for a day or two before weeding out the "bad" ones can help. And remember to go easy on yourself. It's a process of continued growth, and before you know it, you'll be seeing, and capturing, decisive moments whenever you pick up your camera.

Pretzel Park

I was getting set to shoot the pretzel sculpture above in a neighborhood park when I noticed this little girl running perfectly into my frame. I was so excited at this stroke of luck, that I forgot to change the shutter speed when adjusting my settings. It happened so quickly! When I realized my mistake, I was very disappointed. It was only later, that I realized capturing the motion blur, in fact, made the shot.

And last, but not least, and the one thing you have no control over, but can sometime play a huge roll in capturing the decisive moment: LUCK! Of course, when you've taken control of the above steps, your chances are much greater that everything will fall perfectly together. But once in a big while, the stars will align just for you and this final element will push your shot over the edge and everything in it will come into place as though it'd been scripted for the scene.

Party on the Parkway

I was aiming to shoot the crowd watching a band at "The Party on the Parkway" for Philadelphia's Fourth of July celebration. In order to capture this moment, I set my camera to AV (aperture priority) mode, held it over my head and aiming as best as I could, clicked. My actions caught the attention of the man in the center who looked directly at the camera at exactly the right moment. I couldn't have been happier with the results. Ok, to be honest, if I'd aimed slightly lower, my composition would have been more complete, but in the end, I was thrilled that I hadn't cut off his feet!

I hope you've found these points helpful, and are ready to go out and look for decisive moments of your own to shoot. With a lot of practice, a lot of patience, and plenty of intentional focus, you'll find yourself reacting to decisive moments without excessive thought. Instead, you will be ready to capture them as they unfold around you. Do you have any other tips or tricks that you use to nail that precise moment? Share with us in comments to keep the dialog going!

Holly ~ Soupatraveler

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

a fresh start


A fresh face. A clean start. Pushing out the old, and grasping the new. Choosing a fresh focus and embracing it. Don't you just love the start of a new year? For me, the idea of beginning over gets my heart singing with excitement. Somehow all the piles of papers sitting in my office, the endless, "to do" lists in my notebook and the countless errands I have yet to run just don't seem as heavy as they did the week before. Already, I've found myself cleaning out cabinets, clearing out closets and creating a giveaway pile for the Salvation Army up the street. And its not just a physical clearing that's going on here in Philly. A mental shift seems to be taking place inside of me too. I feel lighter, more hopeful, like that world of endless possibilities are at my fingertips for a change, and with a little intentional focus, I'll be caught up in no time. Isn't that a wonderful, fresh feeling to have? Alive and awake and just jumping at life!

After a year that was marked by at times painful growth riddled with anxiety and at others constant worry about what needs to get done, or what I should be doing, let me tell you, it feels like the weight of the world has finally left my shoulders. Instead, its back on the ground where its meant to be ready to laugh and play and enjoy the year ahead with a little silliness thrown into the mix. This is exactly what jumped out at me in Damiec's photo below. She wrote that this was "a favorite moment" with "probably a different spin on fresh than you were looking for?" Nope, it looks perfect to me! How about you? Does a fresh, clean start get you going too? Share with us your thoughts in comments so that we can relish in your "fresh" perspective too.

Happy New Year's!
Holly {Soupatraveler}


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snap! by Damiec

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

many muses musing - PEACE

peace on earth
peace on earth by SightSpecific

Imagine all the people
Living life in peace.
You may say I'm a dreamer,
But I'm not the only one.
I hope someday you'll join us,
And the world will be as one.
- John Lennon

Finding peace can be a simple as looking at what's in front of you to discover what matters most this holiday season: a happy memory, a loved one's smile, a sense of calm within. My holiday wish for you is to find peace within your heart as you finish out the year and embark on a new journey in 2012.


For today's giveaway, one lucky winner will get a spot in Darrah Parker's Winter session of the Slice of Life Project: Capturing the Everyday in Extraordinary Ways, a photography workshop focusing on digging beneath the surface of your everyday life to unearth the beauty that's been there all along. The workshop begins February 6th. Click on the link above to learn more.

What brings you PEACE? For a chance to win a spot in Darrah's class, link up your images of PEACE from your blog or flickr in the link provided below and/or leave a comment on this post. (max 2 entries per person). I'm looking forward to seeing what you share!

Your creative holiday prompt for tomorrow is: JOY

Sending you love & peace this holiday season and best wishes for the new year,
Holly {Soupatraveler}

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Thursday, December 8, 2011

what matters most


Snowtober. Hurricane Irene. Wind, sleet, hail, relentless rain. A power outage occurs and we get back to the basics: warmth on a cold, wet day with a pile of blankets to crawl under; hot and cold running water...any running water for that matter; a refrigerator to keep our food from spoiling, a freezer to keep it even longer. It can be that simple, right? What matters most are often the "basics" we take for granted, these modern marvels that I barely notice or stop to appreciate until they're taken away. The dryer breaks. A power line goes down. Or I travel far from the western world. Many of you shared these very items in the theme pool for the past two weeks. You talked about your friends and families, your homes, and sometimes just making it though the day was enough for you. Yet, if you're like me, for all that we appreciate the beauty in our lives, we also spend as much time looking at just the opposite. We notice what don't have, instead of what we do. Our thoughts and judgement get clouded by advertisers, political squabbling or maybe the harsh reality of our bank accounts. We don't mean to get distracted. It just happens.

I once drove past a village in Nepal where the only running water was a spigot on the side of a busy road. Men and women, young and old, bathed themselves wrapped in sarongs, lathering the soap through fabric just to get clean. Instead of a tiled shower stall or smooth bathtub, they found muddy, gravel beneath their feet. In South Africa, thousands of people live in squatter camps and count themselves fortunate to have a roof over their heads. This is not to say that these people live lesser lives, just more difficult ones with less.

As we move into the busy holiday season where time seems to disappear just thinking about it, I'm hoping i can stop for a moment now and again to reflect on all that I have, and give many thanks for the miraculous blessings that come in and out of my life on a daily basis. It's this sentiment, from yzzilyzzid that moved me to write this post. After passing countless cotton fields on the side of the road, she reflected on the work of thousands that used to bring in this cash crop. "I can't imagine how difficult it must have been to pick those cotton balls by hand. They are so stiff and unyielding, and I'm sure that at the end of the day your hands would be cracked and bleeding." After making this observation, she reflects, "I am so grateful to work in an air conditioned office, and the greatest difficulty I have to face is completely insignificant in light of what I could face daily. How truly blessed I am." I couldn't agree more, and I'm hoping to hold on to these feelings of gratitude and maintain the ability to focus on joy, love and giving in the weeks ahead. And although at some point, I'll probably bemoan the fact that we still haven't replaced our dryer, I can gratefully say that I don't mind. Truly, I have all that I need around me, so I can enjoy the process of focusing on what really matters most. How about you? What matters most in your world?

Holly {Soupatraveler}

329:365 king cotton
329:365 king cotton by yzzilyzzid

Friday, November 25, 2011

mosaic muse {warmth}

All these images of warmth we've been celebrating, have certainly been making me feel warm and fuzzy inside. How about you? Are you ready to get nice and cozy? Maybe curl up with hot cup of tea or steaming mug of coffee while we take one last look at how inspired you were from our latest theme? You gave us warm, tender moments, ways to keep warm, warm & tasty treats, and the feeling of warmth. You were inspired by the colors of nature with all your images of leaves, berries and autumnal scenes. You basked in the warm light of the sun, and warmed yourself in front of a dancing fire. You shared your warmth with friends, and you lit candles to keep the darkness away. In fact, I think together, we pretty much covered every kind of warmth there could be. Here's a last look at a few more of your shots.



1. 305:365 Warmth, 2. Through the Woods, 3. warmth, 4. Grateful for...11/1, 5. Happy Texture Tuesday ~ The Love Theme eDition, 6. You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me. ~C.S. Lewis, 7. 8:30, 8. 311.365 | warm up, 9. small comforts, 10. ~310/365~ Tippys, 11. homemade soup, 12. Heaven, 13. Puppy Love 2, 14. 7 november, 15. Thank You Lovely Lisa!, 16. Morning Light

How about you? What's your interpretation of warmth? Share with us your favorite "warmth" shots by using the linky tool below. The tool will be open until Sunday evening. And please feel free to use the mosaic muse button on your blogs as you link up. I'm looking forward to seeing what you link up over the weekend!

Holly {Soupatraveler}


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