… at a former seminary at my university.
As promised, here are are the lads from the Colonial Faire at Riley’s Farm in Oak Glen from a few weeks ago. I’m not thrilled about the sharpness in some of these, but short of walking into the middle of the demonstrations, it’s the best I could do. Now I understand why people have such huge lenses when they do this sort of thing outside of a studio. But I’m still learning. As I mentioned when I posted the pictures of the Lasses, the lighting was terrible. Basically, mid-day. So I had to do quite a bit of photoshop fuckery to get the pictures even remotely viewable. You’ll see what I mean. Shadows are terrible in places and over saturation is rampant. Doesn’t help that I edited these on my laptop…which seems to show pictures a bit brighter than my desktop, so a few of these are a little dark.. But I tried.
… housing the theater in my university’s center for the arts.
Or should you? From Wikipedia: “For 11,000 years, Native Americans have used this area for their hunting grounds. Long before the Lakota were the little-studied paleo-Indians, followed by the Arikara people. Their descendants live today in North Dakota as a part of the Three Affiliated Tribes. Archaeological records combined with oral traditions indicate that these people camped in secluded valleys where fresh water and game were available year round.”
… yeah, I was a hippie in the ’60s.
My neighbor’s Shih-Tzu is a therapy dog out at the hospital and they’re doing a set of note cards featuring the best-looking in the pack. He asked me if I’d take some shots to see if they can get her in the collection. First crack at dog photography, so bear with me.
… in a paper birch’s bark.
… a bolt on a bridge.