Ingela Bohm's Blog, page 38

Just a sunset

Once more unto the breach

Caught in the storm

While I was out photographing the dramatic clouds, they burst.

Here I am, waiting it out in a shed. Sun’s still shining in spite of the pelting rain.

This lake is about five minutes from my house. I’m so lucky.

Backlit by the sunset. Such a calm place.

The village, cowering between the sun and the storm.

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Seventies caravan in approaching storm

Look at that sky. I got caught in the rain later, but it was worth it.

Real life is like the Louvre

I mean, look at that sky.

Tonight was all about the clouds.

The edges were so crisp and bright, but I’m afraid my cheap lens isn’t making them justice.

The light was really eerie – a mixture of pink and yellow.

Beware the maple…

The quiet heart of the village

This was the first thing I fell in love with when I moved here. It’s a smallish stream in the middle of the village, where anyone can go bathing when the weather’s right.

The night we moved into our house was sweltering, so when the sun started to set, we went down here for a swim. It was a calm and quiet night, the odd mosquito danced in the golden evening light, and a slight haze hovered above the water. We swam upstream, past the red boat, and I could have gone on forever.

It was Paradise, and still is. In another month or so, this is where I’ll be.

Drugged and delirious

Bird cherry. Is there a lovelier plant? I could stay in a cage of leaves and flowers all day long and just breathe that intoxicating smell.

Lots of marsh marigolds!

I’m developing a bit of an obsession with these flowers – probably because A) they’re kind of hard to photograph since they grow just at the shoreline, so ideally, you’d have to wade out into the lake/creek, and B) they make for such a pretty, glowing contrast with the dark brown water.

Also, I’m writing a scene in my upcoming Midsummer story where these little darlings figure prominently. Someone wants to pick one, and accidents occur.

Plus, I’m learning about this big deal called bokeh, and the sun spangles in the water provide it to a certain extent (not trying to achieve it yet, but I can’t help but notice).

They’re a bit camera shy, though. Mostly they just want to gaze adoringly at the sun (on the other side of the water, which means wet sneakers for me).

Yet another sunset photo

So for obvious reasons, sunsets attract every amateur photographer on the planet (and a few pros), but I haven’t even remotely come to terms with them. For what I want to do, I need filters and stuff, but let’s put that aside for a minute, because last night was spectacular, and you can’t just let that go, can you?

These pictures don’t really have a subject apart from a couple of trees, since I shot them from my window in the middle of a movie (loo pause). In cases like these, the sky has to be interesting enough on its own.

So what’s the most interesting aspect to bring out of a sunset sky? The ‘end of the world’ mood?

The feathery edges of the darker clouds?

Or the way the rest of the sky dwarfs the actual sunset, making the light look as defeated as it will soon be?

Or the soft pink details in the purple clouds?

I don’t know yet, so perhaps these will just serve as documentation of me early days of stumbling sunset photography.

We can only hope.

Leaving the dead to their task

Fallen trees are an important part of the eco system. Left lying, they become food for fungi and bacteria. There’s a kind of beauty in that: the dead still have a purpose.

And so do we, when we die. I hope I become a birch.