Falling back in love with photography

Falling back in love with photography

Recently I upgraded my camera. I’m in love with it. However, I really hadn’t used my old camera all that much over the past couple years. I just wasn’t feeling it. I think it was a cross between being busy, feeling uninspired, and the big one, it wasn’t special. Anymore a SLR camera isn’t difficult to use. Back in the day, they were film cameras, and the digital SLRs out there were very expensive, and didn’t have the quality in the finished picture that film did. But now, you can pick them up for next to nothing. Mom’s everywhere have one. You can snap a shot and see right then what it looks like. The auto settings and preset settings are amazing, and can do a lot for those that don’t really understand the technical aspects of photography. If you still need a bit more there are hundreds of photo editor programs, and even Photoshop has armature friendly software (elements – love this, I hate computer editing photos).

Now I’m not bashing anyone for picking up a camera and trying their hand. It’s a great way to express yourself and even save a few bucks when creating printed memories.

Getting my inspiration back has been slow coming. And in doing so, I’ve learned a couple things:

Photograph what inspires you. Don’t just photography anything and everything. Just because someone asks you to, doesn’t mean you should. You will likely find that photographing things that don’t interest you, or you don’t enjoy will result in less than awesome end products. For example, I don’t enjoy maternity photography. I like to do my own, but not someone else’s. I’m not comfortable dictating what pregnant women should wear, or telling them if what they chose won’t be as flattering as they’d like. Often women want to wait till they are their largest, and while I always tell them that they should do pictures around 7 months so they still have clothes that fit, and are not completely uncomfortable, it doesn’t seem to always register. As a result, I’ve never liked any of the maternity portraits I’ve done. They’ve turned out okay, and the mothers have seemed to like them, but they weren’t my best shots, and took too much time editing.

Find your style and stick with it. I personally love street photography style black and white. Sometimes rustic, sometimes industrial, but generally always black and white. I want my pictures to tell a story. You won’t find a single picture of brides jumping in my entire portfolio. It’s not my thing, so if I tried it, it wouldn’t look good. I don’t understand the idea, and wouldn’t be able to tell someone what I was looking for. Yet you can find a picture of a bride jumping on a trampoline.



mega pixel mumbo jumbo

What does all this mega pixel mumbo jumbo mean to me?

Basically mega pixels are tiny cubes of color that make up a picture. The more cubes your camera can use in a space, the clearer your picture will be. So the easy answer is that higher MP = better picture. However, depending on how big you want to print, after a certain size, it really doesn’t matter.  In the chart below, ranking from best to lowest quality, it would be purple followed by dark blue, light blue, green, and then orange.

As you can see 10 mp is perfectly capable of being printed at 16”x24” and look great.

mp chart

You can read more detail on the chart in this blog post.

Winter Wonder Land

Winter Wonder Land

This year we have gotten more snow then the entire winter last year. My son is in heaven. Th first snow fall he was up and dressed in full snow gear and running out the door before the sun was up.


It’s great to watch. Last year I felt like I was depriving my son of the basics of childhood. He didn’t seem to understand the idea that we could have frost, but no snow. I found him trying to make a snow man out of the frost that had fallen from our trees.

Across the road is an irrigation ditch, it makes for great sledding. It brings back memories of my own childhood sledding. We lived in wheat country. with great rolling hills and wash outs. We would all gear up and spend hours in the snow. Grandma would call us in and our noses would be frozen, and our lips blue. So cold it would actually hurt to warm up. We had a great hill, and at the bottom a creek ran through and as a result there was a wash out which made for a great sled launch. We would compete to see who could make it the farthest, then regret it as it made the hike back so much farther.  My great aunt taught us that the fastest sleds weren’t sleds at all, but waxed cardboard boxes.

Winters as a kid were hard. We would get snowed in most every year. Two girls trapped together for days on end could get into some real serious fights believe it or not.  I remember one year in particular a snow plow driver would plow through the area checking on residents. As he drove through, the snow would fall back in behind him. That year was so bad we would sled off the roof. We made igloos and snow forts. We had some of the most elaborate snow wars a kid could survive. And each snow cave we made sure to test. How do you test a snow cave as a grade-school kid? Why shove the rottweiler inside of course! We had a theory about that dog, if he went in and stayed, it must be safe. The day one caved in and buried him I thought Grandpa would kill us. We also used to push him out onto the ice of the run-off pond behind the shop. We weren’t allowed to play on it as it was at least 6 feet deep, but we figured if he went on the ice, it must be safe. haha.

And with that tidbit, I sign off.

Merry Christmas everyone, and God bless.