Black and White

 

Portrait, I love the contrast between the brightness in her eyes and the sun to the dark shades of her hair. Ashley is a truly beautiful girl.

 

Self Portrait! This shot was actually a test shot but I love it so much! I love the dark lines of eyeliner and the bright whites of my eye shadow.

 

Texture, I love the bright sun light and the shade. Makes the rocks look a lot more interesting than just rocks... If this same shot would have been in color it would look incredibly different.

 

Texture, I love this shot simply because it reminds me of getting splinters as a kid. I also like how it's not just wood but there is texture in the dent in the wall.

 

Texture. Ouch! Pin Prick!

 

Abstract!

 

Abstract! Can you guess what I am?!

 

Landscape, I love this shot because of the shadow of the shed. I also like the darkness of the trees.

 

Landscape! I love trees

 

Pointe! These are extra shots but to me they mean the most. I love the lines on my feet from my pointe shoes and just the beauty and also the hurting side of pointe. Shows what people really see and how things really are.

 

Pointe!

 

Pointe! I'm a dancer and will be for the rest of my life :)

 

I love pointe because it is unnatural, raw beauty.

 

I love the light shinning on shoes and then the depth and darkness of the hallway behind.

Ansel Adams is the best American photographer of all time. His works with nature, mostly black and white, has moved the nation to seriously take photography as a fine art.

Adams grew up in San Francisco, California. He was an only child, but his relationship with his dad pushed him and encouraged him to be all that he could be. Ansel had a hard time in school. It is possible that he was diagnosed hyperactive and dyslexic. Because of that he was unsuccessful in many of the school that his parents sent him too, but his aunt and dad tutored him at home.

Ansel fell in love with the piano. He taught himself how to play and read music at the age of twelve. He not only loved it, but intended on making it his future career. The piano brought him many things including: substance discipline, and structure to his life. Ansel played the piano until he realized he could prosper as a photographer, his true calling.

Adams' worked at the Yosemite Valley Sierra Club as keeper of the club’s LeConte Memorial Lodge. He made friends quickly and even met his wife, Virginia Best. They had two childre together.

In 1927, Adams' made his first visualized photograph, Monolith, the Face of Half Dome. Through his work Adams' met many famous photographers and created many milestones in the field of photography. He prompted photography as a fine are and played a major role in establishing the first muesum of department, at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City. 

 I love this shot of his. The contrast between the bright whites and dark blacks is incredible. I love how you can see the the leaf like it’s a person. His use of shading draws your eye directly to the leaf and then you notice the complexity of the leaf itself. This piece is truly breath taking. It reminds me of the cold winter and how there is always beauty in the dark.

Color Compositions

 

Yellow

 

Blue

 

Green

 

Orange

 

Purple

 

Red

Camera Settings

 

Fast

Fast!

 

Slow Shutter

 

Slow Shutter

 

Aperture

 

Aperture

 

Aperture

Panorama

 

Creative Picture! I love this, Austin and Tia (the cheerleader) playing football :)

 

Inside Green School. I love the effect of the hall 

 

Outside.

 

Portrait, isn't Ashley gorgeous! :) 

Panorama

 

I love this picture. I've been to Stonehenge and it is truly breath taking. I love the way how you get the effect of the whole ring not just a section.

This picture really catches my eye because of the way it was taken. I love the different angles and the arches in the Cathedral really give it an eerie look. It really looks like it goes on forever.

My One Regret. (Found Face Story)

In all my life I've had very few regrets. Of all my misgivings this has been my greatest. It was a warm fresh day. All the little dragons and I were on our way out of town, free at last. I had passed my SERPENT (Standardized Evil Reptile Preparation Exam for Naive Test-takers.) with flying colors, I had been accepted into the finest school of education for dinosaurs, and my parents, Betty and Bronco, were so proud to see me fly across that platform and receive my diploma.

"Blaze Boomslangskin."

I could feel the wind in my scales, this was my last day stuck in Bunnydale. I was tired of people judging me and telling me things were out of my grasp. Today was the day my life began. I took my diploma from Professor Shinely and joined my class.

“For the first time,” Professor Shinely exclaimed, “I give you the class of 2000!” That was it. I threw my hat and soared higher than the stars. I was gone. There was no other feeling than having nothing to hold you back.

 I flew to my favorite spot, a quite secluded meadow. I guess you could say I’m sort of an odd fellow. I love to dance, paint pictures of flowers and teacups, and read copious amounts of books. This meadow was my sanctuary. The only place I could truly be me. A wide open field where I had room to do my plies and tondues, a babbling brook which gave a peaceful soundtrack to gorgeous setting, flowers of every color of the rainbow, they were all a part of me. They say home is where the heart it, if so, this is where my home has always been. I’ve always dreamed of being a star, despite the wishes of my parents. I always wanted to dance.

Swish… Woosh… Swish… I began dancing. I only feel like me when I dance. I have no prohibitions. I was happy to be alone, well I thought I was alone.

“BLAZE! WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?” Oh no. My heart stopped. No one had ever seen me perform yet alone my strict and unforgiving,

“Father!” I was caught red handed. “Well, uh, well dad I’m-I’m dancing.”

“Dancing,” He puffed out his chest and flapped his wings in fury. “Dancing is no way for someone like you to spend your free time! I came flying after you when I saw you weren’t at the after party with your class mates. How do expect to fit in if you don’t even try!?”

“Dad, I’m not pretending. This is who I am. I’m a dancer. I have been my whole life. I only fit in when I dance! You just refuse to see me for who I really am!”

“STOP! This is it. No more dancing. You are to go to Dixford with your classmates, get your degree and have a good job like your mother and father! We have sacrificed so much for you and we won’t let you waste it on pointless dreams. Grow up!” The contempt in my father’s eyes was clear. I stared at him. I loathed him, and yet he was my father, what was I to do?

 I followed my dad out of the meadow. March out of my home and banded to ever come back, and then he did the unthinkable.

CRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!

The meadow was gone. My dad had set everything on fire. The flowers, trees, even the brook was gone. “Now you can never come back!” I fly after my father with tears in my eyes, there was nothing I could do, I had to honor his wishes.

12 years later…

I am now sitting at a desk, in a cubical, in an office. I have my cushy accounting job and a family, my wife and two cubs that I supply for. I have my diploma from Dixford on the wall with pictures of my family and charts surrounding it. I’m normal. Absolutely nothing about me is extraordinary.

There hasn’t been a day in my life when I haven’t wondered what could have been. If I continued to dance, where would I be now and how different would my life be? On this cold December day I took a detour on my way home from another drowning day at work. I flew and flew and flew. With every flap I could feel my heart warming. I was finally after all these years coming home. I arrived to the spot where the babbling brook, beautiful flowers, and sky high trees used to be. I walked the fields I used to know and there it was. A single red rose. A symbol of hope in my now distressed life.

I can always change my future. My past is set in stone and it has taken 12 years, but I realized I can do anything! And like that rose, I can succeed in the harshest of conditions. 

Name: Blaze Boomslanskin

Occupation: accountant

Family: Wife, 2 cubs, and mom and dad

Favorite Pass Time: reading and painting

Hidden Talent: Dancing.