Thanks for commenting on this one, Lynn. I spent some time on this piece, mainly tweaking that neutral tone in the light. Doing that seemed especially appropriate when using a normal focal legnth at mid-day, if that makes any sense.
I think so…as in, toning the bright colors and/or contrasts down a bit?
Yeah, mid-day light. Overcast day.
It’s funny how everyone (including me) longs for sunny days here but once they’re back, unless it’s winter, photography gets more challenging. There are so many overcast days that I think we really get used to that kind of light. And an overcast day here (outside of seasonal changes) is probably darker than one where you are, in general. Long Island is bathed in light. Out here it’s only bright like that for a few months.
I have good memories of your darker shade of overcast. Only one trip up to the NW but it’s still pretty vivid.
A beautiful tribute to the spring season that has, at long last, descended upon us. Do I hear the chords of Copland’s “Appalachian Spring,” emanating from beyond the pine in the foreground. My favorite time of year.
It was actually taken on eastern Long Island. Did Copeland write anything for coastal woods?
JOHN TODARO
A sweet invitation….
Thanks for commenting on this one, Lynn. I spent some time on this piece, mainly tweaking that neutral tone in the light. Doing that seemed especially appropriate when using a normal focal legnth at mid-day, if that makes any sense.
I think so…as in, toning the bright colors and/or contrasts down a bit?
Yeah, mid-day light. Overcast day.
It’s funny how everyone (including me) longs for sunny days here but once they’re back, unless it’s winter, photography gets more challenging. There are so many overcast days that I think we really get used to that kind of light. And an overcast day here (outside of seasonal changes) is probably darker than one where you are, in general. Long Island is bathed in light. Out here it’s only bright like that for a few months.
I have good memories of your darker shade of overcast. Only one trip up to the NW but it’s still pretty vivid.
A beautiful tribute to the spring season that has, at long last, descended upon us. Do I hear the chords of Copland’s “Appalachian Spring,” emanating from beyond the pine in the foreground. My favorite time of year.
It was actually taken on eastern Long Island. Did Copeland write anything for coastal woods?