I use a Pentax Ist*DS, a camera with a ridiculous name but wonderful otherwise.
Processing is minimal; cropping and tweaks to lighting and contrast are basically it, unless specifically noted.
What you see is what I and the camera agreed we had seen together.
Please feel free to browse and comment; I always appreciate feedback, including constructive criticism and questions.
I also have work available at
Zenfolio, at sungazer.zenfolio.com
ArtFire, at sungazer.artfire.com
Etsy, at sungazer.etsy.com
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Animal
Studies in animal life, including human
(Note: pictures of human beings are not for sale except when permission has been granted by the subjects or their identity is obscured.)
Vegetable
Explorations of the botanical world
Mineral
Representatives from the geological world
Scape
Landscape, vista, place – taking the wide view
Sun, Moon, Stars
The celestial bodies that surround our planet
Air, Fire, Water
The forces of entropy and beauty at work
Shelter
The spaces we inhabit
Food
That which nourishes us
Motion
The technologies of movement
Travel
Wherever you go, there you are
Urban
Life in the big – or not so big – city
rdshaw is a member of Abstract Macro Urban Art (eg Grungy), Abstract Realism, Architectural Photography, Butterflies, Skippers, Moths, & Other Winged Insects, Candid Photography, Challenge Café, Dawn and Dusk Light, Dilapidated Buildings, Film Photography, Fungilicious, Human and Nature, Insects, Bugs and Creepy Crawlies (2 A Day), Landscape Photography, Light and Reflection 1/24, Mother Nature's Finest, PENTAX , Photoshop Help, Sunrise, Sunset, The Urban Environment, Travel and Adventure and Windows and Doors.
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The sparrows are falling and rising like leaves, whirling in the winds like we do in the currents of our lives…
She returns to the front yard, passing by my window, and climbs a tree in the neighbor’s yard. She descends, and in her mouth is a pup….
A whirlwind rose in my path, dusty red and towering like a demon of malign confusion. Flaxen tumbleweeds spiraled up into the light, and my thoughts followed….
Across the room I can hear the labored breathing of a sleeping sow. She is a vast expanse of flesh, pink and swollen below, ivory-colored bristles above….
A mole is three times the length of a cat’s paw. It lies limp and heavy beneath the picnic table, its pelt gritty from being rolled back and forth in the wet sand….