I’m very busy at this 2014 start of the new school year. I would like to be more present, give more feedback on your images and more answers to your comments, but we will have to resume it later!

“There is an innocence in admiration; it is found in those to whom it has never yet occurred that they, too, might be admired some day.” – Friedrich Nietzsche

Innocence of Admiration in Black and White

ss 1/640 f 5.6  ISO 400 60mm macro

white backdrop, natural light – full sun, manual settings, manual focus

You guessed it!  The Gerber Daisy represents innocence in the Victorian language of flowers.  To see this flower in color, visit my blog at Robyn Graham Photography. I would love to hear which you prefer – color or black and white.  Do you find the Gerber Daisy worthy of admiration in the absence of color?

Have a fabulous weekend!

Fujifilm X-T1 and Fujinon XF 35mm f/1.4 R Lens – 1/250 @ f/2.8

This is a photo of an old Oyster processing plant on the South Shore of Long Island.  Look at the pile of shucked oysters on the work table.   The shores around Long Island were so rich in oysters that crushed oyster shells were actually used for landfill in some parts of Manhattan (as mentioned in the movie “The Bone Collector”). I loved the way the light was beaming in through the skylights in the roof rafters.

I noticed these lovely end-of-summer leaves at the roadside and the next moment this scene turned into a black and white photo in my head.

Jean H. Herskovits is featured in our fifth installment of our guest post series. Jean uses a Nikon D90 camera and also is an avid user of his mobile phone a Samsung Galaxy S1 for images.

My name is Jean and I was born in Bucharest, Romania.  In 1969 my family moved from Romania to Paris, France when I was six years old..

I still speak Romanian and have recently spent six years in Bucharest as an expat, from 2004 to 2010.  You can say I have two cultures, but the French one is predominant.

I bought my first camera which was a second-hand Olympus OM-1 with my first wages from a summer job, in 1985 or 86, and started shooting regularly.

If you are from a generation old enough to remember these silver paper times, you will probably also remember that B&W was way cheaper than color photography.  So…

 The Left Bank has become a rather expensive tourist trap nowadays so we are eating and drinking the afternoon away in a darkly lit bistro on La Rive Droite, The Right Bank. The cassoulet contains mutton, pork skin, and white beans. We are pouring a table wine from a country estate in St. Emilion when a short little man, with a rat-like visage similar in look to Roman Polanski sidles up to our table. He knows we are foreign by the way we are dressed and, probably, by the loudness of our party.  We are, unashamedly, ugly Americans! Loud, rude, obnoxious. I am prone to blaming it on the wine consumed at such an early hour. Not quite 3 in the afternoon. He wants to show us Le Sacre Couer Basilica, Les Palais de Tuileries. He is offering his services as our own private tour guide when we explain we…