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It was a cold and windy autumn afternoon in Auckland, New Zealand, when we decided climb the 300+ metres to reach the top of the city’s formidable Sky Tower. The views were spectacular, alas overshadowed by a sea of dark clouds. It seemed as though we were not destined to see Auckland Bay bathed in sunlight when, for just the briefest of seconds, the clouds parted in the distance to reveal the most spectacular of sunsets, illuminating the horizon and showering Auckland Bay with light. The sun’s rays not only lit up the scenery below, but also the entire underside of what were seconds earlier a sea of grey clouds. What a moment, and I was lucky enough to capture it!
Through the dark, the woods, the overhanging blackness of trees giving way to to misty grey moated stone/elizabethan lichen brick/monotone cloud-merge tower… calls gargoyled shapes from the inkblot roof..calls to memory of soldiers and prisoners, romans and celts with rings of serpentine writhing gold….
A few years ago I was back in my home town for my birthday and had popped round to visit my grandparents. I thought I’d take a nice photo of myself, my nan and my wife together. It was a great photo, but what no-one was expecting when it was developed was my granddad “photobombing” it – in the background he was proudly displaying a pair of trousers he’d just ironed and had a massive grin on his face. He’s dead now, rest his soul, but he sure loved them trousers.
i took a photo of a small artwork my friend stuart had made in his garden. it was on two small pieces of wood surrounded by a loose circle of rusty nails that looked like they were whooshing round the wood. then i put a sepia tint on it and it had a feel of a bird’s nest about it. finally, i repositioned it so the small circle was in the left bottom of the photo, leaving an expanse of sepia grass all around. i like it!
It was Egypt. I had dared to try the salad for dinner, just prior to a night hike up mount Sinai. As we arrived at the base of the mountain, the local water in which the salad had been produced, kicked in. 3 hours up. Immodium. Pain. Misery. But then… the most beautiful sunrise I ever saw. Now on a giant canvass, I wake up to it every morning. The memory of the diahorrea has mostly gone. Mostly.
My Grandad at Christmas. On my new camera taking cheeky shots on my grandad (grandaddy he would make me say). A brilliant man, who saw much in his life, nestled me under his chin to tell me yet another story of times gone by. I caught a moment on film between us; me enthralled, him laughing. A simple picture, from a simple time, many a year has passed since then. I’ve grown older, he has since passed, but I remember it well. They say pictures tell a thousand words, how right they are, because a hundred is not enough.
I think I was clinging on to the last of the Autumn sunsets when taking this shot. Our garden isn’t large and the best view often is across the field at the back, looking over the hedge, one foot on the fence and one on an apple tree wobbling away trying to gain balance, I caught the deep blues and purples of this autumnal sunset. I also caught were the last apples hanging as precariously as myself in the foreground – a great image!
1996 A-level Art Coursework ‘Capturing landscapes’
I spent 4 hours in the college darkroom constructing a pinhole camera using a battered crisp box, roughly 2 miles worth of black industrial tape and a treasured piece of A4 Ilford Ilfospeed semi-matt.
Excitedly I left the art room with my finger carefully covering the pin hole, only my eyes hadn’t quite adjusted to real world light and I binned it over the door step and immediately dropped the camera.
After exposing my accidentally beautiful image of the bin next to the teachers car park I was awarded a sympathetic B-
The sun was out and you could smell the sea air. As we rocked from side to side on the boat, we watched and waited. Then I saw the water move and the sharp point of the fin gliding through the surface towards the boat. The excitement and buzz filled the air. I held my breath. The captain moved quickly to pull at the line as the beautiful beast moved through the water towards us. Then it leaped into the air with its eyes rolled back into its head and it’s huge razor sharp teeth on full display as it grabbed at the bate. In that magical moment I managed to capture the Great White shark in full attack mode.
As I held my husband’s hand and looked into the camera lens I wondered what the photographer was seeing. Somewhat ironically, she was here to interview us for an article after we moved to a new lodge park for seclusion. I explained to her that last year I was given the all clear after a long battle with cancer. On the way home from hospital our car went under a lorry and we both nearly died from horrendous injuries. She couldn’t talk and let a tear drop; my husband can no longer talk. Photo caption: Human Fragility – Life is Precious.
Not sure if it is my best picture, but it is certainly my most memorable!
We were in Namibia, Africa. It took us 30k of walking in the 40 degree heat, walking through sand, arid land and rough climate, carrying my kit and 7 litres of water to eventually track down the rhino! I managed to squeeze off a shot with my compact. The rhino got spooked as they have amazing hearing; it started a mock charge toward us! We laid down on our fronts as per our training. The rhino stopped, looking around for a reaction! Understandably, I didn’t attempt a second shot, as soon as we had our opportunity, we slipped away very slowly and very quietly!
A crisp winters day after a couple of days snow. Wrapped up well and my little ‘aim & fire’ camera in hand (1983/4ish) I set off to see what would capture my eye. Along a lane there was a long hedge interspersed with old oaks & one looked particularly craggy – a fabulous silhouette against the white backdrop, with snow on one side where the wind had blown it. I framed the picture with the oak to the front but just to the side, so you could see the hedge continuing into the background (in some places almost covered by the snow) – it looked perfect particularly as I was using a black & white film. Simple but exceptionally effective
I’m not good at photography, but on this occasion, the output from my pocket point’un’shoot was breath taking. I’d climbed to the highest church in Peru after spending the day taking naff pictures of Condors as specs in the sky, when I spotted an older Peruvian lady, brightly dressed, and trilby wearing, crossing the pampa grass plateau. With the sun setting, orange on her figure, and weighted down by goods, I clicked across the fiery red plain and ancient black rocks, and captured an image of epic proportions, not seen until my return to UK.
A single dark eye, of a young girl peering through the banister spindles of a rustic banister rail, while an out of focus boys sits, crossed legged on the floor by an, all to modern PVC front door. The young girl’s eye stares directly towards the camera lens with a solemn expression on her face, the boy, while out of focus is tentatively fidgeting for the camera to take its shot; as everyone holds their poses the quick snap of shutter curtains is heard before the children run off to play.
It was a warm sunny day in Marazion Cornwall, standing on the beach I was able to take a simplistically beautiful shot of St Michael’s Mount. It’s my favourite because just looking at that photo will always remind me of the happy hours we sat on the beach building sandcastles with my children. Bliss!
I shot, developed and printed this photo myself. It’s a highly personal self portrait of me with my oldest son as a baby – a close up of our hands together in black and white, grainy and with high contrast in the days before digital photography. Most of his tiny fingers and thumb encircling my index finger, but his little finger straight and upright. The photo demonstrates his vulnerability and trust in me, but also gives a clue to his independent spirit!
a photo of ben nevis in scotland
Many years ago I treated myself to my first SLR camera and took it on holiday in the Lake District. We visited Wastwater on a bright and perfectly still day and I took a few photographs not expecting anything “spectacular” first time out. Imagine my delight when the film was developed and I found one shot with a perfect mirror image of the lake and the screes across the water – so good I still have difficulty working out the right way up!
It was relatively warm and humid in July, around 7:00 AM. The sun was just rising, creating a firey image in the clouds. The light gently grazed the clouds, making orange curves appear. The sun was barely peeking out from behind the rooftops of the row homes, and its heat causing me to sweat slightly. The sun’s true awakening.
The favourite picture I have taken was a sunset in Alicante, southern Spain. The sun was a big red fireball surrounded by some thin clouds. I captured it just before the sun was becoming to hide behind the mountain. The clouds gave some extra dramatism to shot. Although it was taken with a non professional camera the result was more than acceptable.
My favorite, not my best, happened 4 years ago at 10,000 feet looking down a 2000 foot fall line covered with 20 or so inches of Utah dry powder. The sun had only just started to hit the hill but it was already hitting the snowbird parking lot across the road, the skier in red came around me from behind and turned right in front of me to stop, I fired the shutter and took 5 or 6 shots, the keeper was perfectly framed and so dynamic it still makes my legs hurt thinking about it.
My favorite photo is of my 7 year old grand daughter at the beach in Santa Cruz. She is with her three best friends, all wrapped in a large beach towel, sitting on a log and obviously cold. They had spent the day running in and out of the water, chasing waves with the energy of the sun. Their smiles are so bright and shining they lit up the entire beach. This also happens to one her mom’s favorites as well.
On a cold,wet, blustery morning last winter. I ventured wearily into the local country park to walk my Black Labrador Lily. As we trudged through grimy mud I noticed a huge shadow appear in the distance.
Lily begin to whine loudly. Frightened, yet intrigued, I ventured behind the bushes and there appeared a magnificent,powerful black cat the size of a leopard.
Stunned, with my hands shaking, I took out my camera. I took a picture of the beautiful creature. The end result is blurry – but a perfect reminder of that incredible day.
The first picture that comes to mind is of a B-17 Fortress pulling onto the ramp after landing.
It says a lot to me because, besides the fact that it flies, which, in itself, is wonderful, it is a part of the history of the “greatest generation”. And the color of the image makes it more alive, in contrast to the way we usually see the “black & white” war.
As a child I had a 126 camera and I was taking photos of bubbles I’d been blowing in the garden. My favorite was a photo of the biggest bubble I blew, you could see the garden through it, but you could also see lots of colours in the bubble, pink, blue, yellow, and green all mixed up and lovely.
My favorite photo ever was from the top of the Rockerfeller center in January. Cold as it was, the reddest, most gorgeous sunset you ever saw unfolded in front of my eyes. I stayed till the end, and was worried I had frostbite! But the pictures were fantastic!
A photo never lies? Photography can make something ugly, beautiful with a click. One photo stands out as my favorite; a simple shot of white daisies on a black background. The way the daisies are arranged is serenely perfect. They capture the light like it was made just to shine upon them. It is a lie. Those daisies were not perfect in their dinged-up bucket in the cooler of a flower shop. I opened the door, clicked and caught perfection on accident. Every time I look at that picture, I know I can create magic with just a click.
Germany. Duisburg. 19. Rain. A small street. Stone pavements. Shining. Blur. The end of the street disappears, swallowing all details into perspective. Grey clouds hungry for colors. Anorexic sunlight, trying to protrude through the grey, reflected in each wet object. Empty. Cold.
It was a bright sunny afternoon in late summer and my daughter was swinging lazily on a tyre swing in our front garden. The honeysuckle was behind her humming with bees and our two cats were lying in the shade of the privet hedge to the side. Her cocker spaniel was waiting with tail wagging and a ball in her mouth to play a game and all the while Chantelle was oblivious in a dreamy trance while I took one of the most picturesque and natural photos I have ever had the opportunity to take.
The time – late afternoon last fall. The weather – sunny, hardly a cloud in the sky, no wind. The place – a park by the Rideau River, in Ottawa, Canada. The leaves on the trees across the river were every shade of yellow and red imaginable, and the way the sun made them glow was pure magic. The river was like a mirror, disturbed only by the mallards who resisted the call of flying south for the winter. That’s when their occasional honks and quacks was supplemented by the sound of my camera capturing this moment for posterity.
In the mid-80′s I was working as a Veterinary Tech and began going blind due to Diabetes. That is when I took up photography and began travelling and photographing a lot of nature and wildlife. In the 90′s I began doing model shoots and slowly moved int some nudity. March 2001 I had a stroke and had to learn to function again, minor things like walking and talking. Around September I had complete kidney failure and went on dialysis. Three years and a transplant later I took the advice of some of my models and worked with one doing nudes-erotic but not porn. My favorite shot is called ‘Marrionette’ where she, being pierced in all the right places wraps a necklace around part of me as she leans into the image. Soft, sweet and romantic. The model became a friend and I found out she passed away three years later. It is one of my favorite images because it was a start into something new and because it reminds me of how short life can be-even when you are supposedly healthy.
a picture of my father over 15 years ago not long before he died,he was sitting with my step mum
I was in Austria and it was really hot out, we were driving around in a van through vineyards and everybody wanted to go back to our house to cool off instead of just driving around, and just as we were about to turn around and start heading back, we made one turn and out of nowhere the biggest rainbow i’ve ever seen was in front of us. I’ve never seen such vibrant colors
The Los Angeles Zoo provided my photo club with a two hour tour with a docent. There was little time to calmly set up for a shoot of anything. My Panasonic FZ28 was put to the test. I set it on P and hoped for the best. It was morning and the animals were all eating. A photo of mine caught a gorilla filling his mouth with a vegetarian delight. The fur on his body and the detail of his face and fingers easily equaled those photos taken with far more sophisticated DSLRs.
My favorite photograph is the one that I will be taking tomorrow. For me every time I go out shooting is like the first time. I love photography and the challenge of capturing that next great image.
My favorite photography is of a MUTE SWAN captured in May 2011.
Once back home I did open the captures in Lightroom found, I had many great shots so those shots I edited them with an outstanding one which I framed to place above my computer.
In September 2011 a friend asked if I had anything for the judging in October 2011 for the Niagara-Frontier International Camera Clubs. So I sent off my MUTE SWAN image where it received an Honor Award, which now placed behind the frame and reminder of the morning spend with the MUTE SWAN.
Moved into a new place…went down to the river to check it out…looked across the river and saw some animal…it turned out to be 2 beavers…I walked slowly down our side of the river taking shots hand held with my olympus digital camera and huge lens….should be using a tripod! Got home and downloaded to the computer…wow, a lot of pictures I took…but then there was this one…it turned out so beautiful…all the plants around the beavers are just awesome the arrangement the varietys…and then they all just framed the beavers perfectly. It was an awesome once in a life time shot that I did not have to do anything to as far as photoshop or lightroom 2 which I use a lot on a lot of my shoots…wow, such a great pic with one push of the button and all the right settings apparently…I love it…now I want to learn so much more so I can make that shot ahead of time….to plan and know what I need to do instead of just playing with the buttons and shooting like a madman! But it worked this time in the guessing and playing…but I want to know excactly how to get ready for a shot like this so I dont miss out next time when the opportunity arrives!
My favorite photo I’ve taken was, I had decided to walk up this crazy hill it was as steep as Mount Rushmore. Crazy as can be when looked around and I snapped a few photos, my favorite photo is The sunset a baby blue with the sun going behind the dark mountains. The baby blue went into a mix of purplish/pink. The tree’s had given the photo more of a darker look against the beautiful sun fallen behind the mountain to say goodnight with pink little clouds going in a swirl up from the top of the mountain.
I met Lame Elk at midsummer, 2010 on a shaded hill in Glen Miller Park, Richmond, Indiana. He was pioneer re-enactor dressed in buckskins, long gray hair and scraggly beard under a dirty brown felt hat. Lame Elk had a small fire going and was demonstrating cooking cornbread in an iron skillet, passed down, he claimed from his great-grandmother. His face was sun-reddened and ancient looking. Except for his eyes, a blue unexpectedly colored like a tropical ocean. He was gracious when I asked to take his portrait. His cornbread tasted wonderful.
It is a black and white of an escalator, from the top, fading out of focus as it descends into darkness. Further, the escalator is covered with soot and littered with ash as it was in a major department store fire before clean up was initiated. But that isn’t clear in the picture – all you know is it is dark, unusually dirty, and that something is quite wrong with it. Add to that the sharp focus at the top, merging lines leading down into darkness, losing focus as it descends, and it seems to ask more questions than it answers.
My favorite photo is the one that I used slow shutter speed and a laser pointer to draw stuff on the wall in a dark room. Unfortunately my camera broke and I am unable to do more creative photo shots.
Two summers ago, I accidentally smashed my black glasses after the end of term exams, there were huge cracks in the right lens. I went home in the afternoon and set the cracked glasses on the floor on top of this rectangular strip of sunlight that comes in through the windows. The effect of the tabletop arrangement and right amount of sun magnified the cracks, made the glasses sparkle at the edges and created a great reflection on the marble floor. Th cracks looked like streaks of lightning.
It was the final game drive of our trip to Ranthambore. At last, we’re told the elusive tiger has been spotted in the undergrowth. Peering through the leaves, I finally make out a rounded boulder shape with a slightly orange hue. Can this be what they are talking about? Then, I spot an ear twitch and realise that my “rock” is a living, breathing tiger. Strangely, the resulting photo is a lot clearer. You can easily distinguish the orange body and black stripes of this magnificent creature.
I was on a trip to Nara, outside Kyoto in Japan. Here there are many old shrines given the history of the area and one of the ones we went to was up in the hills in the depths of a forest. Here there were many stone lanterns lining the paths between the different parts of the shrine, all old and partially covered in moss. I was able to take a nice picture of a row of these stretching away up one of the paths which I am particularly happy about how it came out.
I love the mountains. My life is complete when i am there , in top of the mountains. The nature is so beautiful in this places so i can not describe in words. I live for those spectacular moments when i am there.Join the nature! You won’t be disapointing.
After a series of sad events, we flew to Minnesota – my second visit, my husband’s first. We stayed with very close, old friends which was comforting. After a week, the sun shone in a bright blue sky and the snow vanished. We travelled to the countryside where I took a photo of the wooden houses there. I look at that photograph whenever I’m feeling low and it never fails to lift my spirits.
As we ventured back from a boat trip in Turkey the now warm breeze had suddenly started to get brisk as the storm clouds gathered overhead with the smell of rain and stillness in the air. I picked up my little Minolta Z3 with its 12x zoom trying to compete with the now below deck zoom monsters, I started to snap. Time and again I clicked with no joy, but eventually, I got it. In the middle of the picture the biggest crack of lighting bellows from the sky to the ground and my work is done.
I just started doing photography, and being a graphic designer I tend to photoshop everything I do. That being said, right now my favorite pic is one i took of a bunch of wooden stumps in a park in Vancouver that really interested me since i had no idea what they were for. I particularly like this one because it is the only one i have not photoshoped or altered in anyway. I guess its the only one I feel satisfied right out of the camera.
My best photo was of the Magic Kingdom castle at Disney in Florida. Millions of pictures will have been taken, but I captured one at night when the castle was lit up with two different colours; the top half lilac and the bottom half rose. In the darkness above the castle appeared to be huge white pom poms on sticks, which were actually the fireworks ready to explode.
Tobermory, Canada, the waterfront and the great lake are obscured by fog. The early bird captures the shots they say, but no such luck today. We take a stroll around the shipwreck strewn harbour, absorbing the special misty mood. After a short walk, a rusted, crusted, plant covered bow of a shipwreck, jutting from the clear water, attracts my attention. With the now slowly retreating fog behind it, it makes for a very serene picture. Right then, from the left, a duck floats into my field of view, into my frame if I’m quick. I whip up my camera… snap!
When I was younger I took a photo of the LIGHT coming though the trees, at Freshfield nature reserve in Freshfield – Formby.
The photo was in BLACK AND WHITE and I think it was one of my best photos I had taken in the Black & White format.
I use to keep thnegativeses in holders and one day I was going to get a reprint of the image and found that all thnegativeses had been scratched and other negatives as well.
Last year we had some wild mallards visit our front garden. Mr and Mrs Mallard arrived every morning quacking until I went out and fed them. They seemed happy to spend the day in the garden despite it being open fronted onto quite a busy footpath. Id just bought my first Digital SLR camera (Nikon D3000) and was still learning about shutter speeds and exposure etc. I lay down in the grass on the garden and happily snapped away at my new visitors. The sun was shining, their feathers were gleaming and a got a fabulous shot of the irridescent male mallards head. I was hooked on photography from that moment.
portrait of my SON-he is the the best gift from GOD.
Shell shocked US marine by Don McCullin shows everything horrific about war in a simple photograph of a soldiers face. He is so shocked his gaze is fixed on somewhere beyond the physical and we cannot begin to imagine what horror he has witnessed.
I stopped off at Woodbridge Island in Cape Town looking for the classic Table Mountain shot from the beach, a late afternoon in summer. A yacht race was on the go in the bay, and a lady with a bright red dress walked across in front of me, standing in the shallows, minding her kids in the waves. She was beautifully silhouetted, with her hand up to shield her eyes from the sun while watching the race. I took the shot, the yachts in background, her silhouetted against the sun, with sunlight through her dress, the one splash of colour.
There is always something special at the day ending, espacially when the last rays of sun are trying to stay on the horizon as much as they can and when you feel the whole world is like quieting down for a few moments! The game of the sun rays with the clouds looks like tickling and this produces a whole lot of coloured and amazing sceneries, changing almost every second. It’s something like laser show, but it always reminds me how incredible the nature can be!
The sky goes through the most charming metamorphosis nature can produce, The strict monochromic desktop is discarded and the white quickly tries each colour of the rainbow with a somewhat playful vanity – from the teasing yellow to the burning red and from the tender blue to dark-purple in the deep shadows.
Every time it makes me take my camera and try to capture every single moment of that beauty, like I did with that sunset in Veliko Tarnovo.
Seeing our first great granddaughter for the first time, she was such a tiny thing and as I prepared to snap a photo of her, she opened her eyes and twitched her tiny sweet lips into a kind of smile for me!…I now have that picture in my wallet next to my heart!…
One Sunday morning i had gone to the city lake. There i saw this really old lady sitting alone while facing the lake. The was something about her that really intrigued me so much. Her plain clothes, gray hair, calm wrinkled face. She kept sitting like that for a long time like she was waiting for something and it had been a long wait already. I couldn’t find the courage to go and talk to her but i did take a picture of her. That photo still transports me to that moment and fills me with unanswerable questions.
Turned Mare and Foal onto menage and luckily had my camera with me as Dancers exploits just demanded to be captured.I got some fantastic pictures that summed her personality to a tee and now they give me great pleasure to look and relook at and remeber my spirited Clouddancer.
It was planned to be one of those great days out and it turned out to be even better than we could have hoped for, firstly for once the British weather was on our side with mainly clear blue sky with the odd cloud just drifting by as we walked along the beach. The aim here to try and capture the majesty of Terns in flight, Tern colonies are an assault on your senses sight, smell, sound and visual. Eventually I managed to capture a adult in flight bring a fish back to feed it’s chick.
My partner on an elephant in Sri Lanka, the surprise on her face as it sprayed her with its trunk with water from the river. Not the most technically proficient shot but it captured the moment non the less.
A picture of my son taken on the day before his 2nd birthday inside the Lisbon Aquarium. He is looking into a tank, smiling and saying “Hello, Mr Fish”! Just captured the innocence of the moment.
That’s easy to answer – it’s the photograph I’m about to take! If I had a favourite out of the ones I’d already taken I’d give up!
I don’t sleep well on holiday so on one particularly early morning in Mexico I decided to take my camera to the beach at 5.30am to see the sun come up. There was a fair amount of cloud on the horizon and without the sun’s warmth there was quite a chill in the air. Luckily there was a 24-hour beach bar to have an early cappuccino whilst I waited. There was just me with my little Nikon, one guy with a huge camera on a tripod, and the birds having an early morning bath at the edge of the surf. As the sky gradually lighten I actually felt excited. Gradually, the shape of the sun started appearing from the horizon. Slowly, the sun crept up. Every time I took a photo I had to take another. The sight was so beautiful and ever changing. The cloud added to the visual impact as the sun’s rays suddenly shone from behind and warmed my skin. It was amazing, magical, even spiritual – an experience I will never forget.
It was a crisp autumn day, the browning leaves were falling from the trees settling down on the dewy grass, the sun was struggling to make itself seen through patches of broken clouds and I was in a park with my five year old daughter. She worked up a sweat clambering up and down the climbing frame and was in need of cooling down. We popped across to the ice cream shop and got two scoops of their finest. She proceeded to demolish her bubble-gum flavoured cold treat ending up with more around her face than in her mouth. Snap!
It started out a dry day, just right for the wedding at the stately home. The bridegroom & best man were having some photos taken, with the arriving guests, with the sun just beginning to break through, to give it a warm glow to the brickwork and surrounding area. My camera was taking some general scenes, when a golfer on the adjacent course, hit a ball that went a little left, so that it appeared in amongst the groups, smashing a window. A good omen or not ?
A sunny day on a beach in Pembrokeshire. My 4 year old grand daughter walked past in my pink beach hat. I took a shot of just her head against the sky, her face is not in view, just the hat shape, sky and some of her blond hair.
My son is autistic, and poses real challenges for a photographer. His smiles are handsome but peculiar, like a nice pair of jeans that does not quite fit. He never stops moving if he can help it – and he avoids photo opportunities like J.D Salinger pursued by paparazzi.
January 15 was a cool Sunday morning and perfect for a walk around Lake Eola. When we got to the playground, he played. No quirks, no schemes, just the happiness of being a kid. My best photo of that morning is nothing special, but still makes me smile
It was in Zante, me and a friend rode on a scooter all dsay to the North of the island untiul we found shipwreck cove. The cliff has a cage where you can photograph the stunning blue sea beneath.
It was a warm and crowded day in Rome. The square at St Peter’s Basilica was packed with tourists. As in many popular tourist places, there were too many bodies to get a good picture of anything. I was starting to think I would not get any good photos as the light was failing and it was time to leave. I framed up for one last photo before my husband would drag me back to our hotel. I snapped the shutter release button just as a pigeon flew into the air. Back-lit by the waning sun, the pigeon’s wings arc high into the sky as it sores over the statues above the pillars of St Peter’s Basilica.
Having a picture of my first born son along with my brother and Dad, to me it was a very very special day. Proud thenm even prouder now of him.
It was the first time I had visited the Lake District and coming from the busy South East it was lovely to stay in such beautiful part of England. The air was clean and the scenery breathtaking and although we had rain and snow (while camping) it just made the lakes and fells more beautiful. It was here I realised how much I love mountains and lakes, the grandeur and calmness of it all which have helped develop my passion for photography.
We were particularly lucky on our last day at Wast Water, my now favourite area of England. Just as we left this untouched beautiful place the clouds broke and it began to hail stone forming a beautiful rainbow over the lake in front of Wasdale Head. It was truly magical and I made my husband stop the car so I could run out and capture this amazing natural display on my camera. I clicked away like anything just to insure I could have at least one perfect shot before the sun disappeared behind the clouds, this was a memory I wanted to be able to visually share. It was a lovely ending to a wonderful holiday, and yes I got my ‘perfect’ photograph!
A picture of a upscale residential apartment complex in Bangalore, in the perfect weather, taken with a downward perspective from 15th floor – not sunny, not cold, with an awesome cool breeze, capturing the courtyard of the complex with a glittering, rippling blue pool and the club house, encompassed by a lush green belt, which in tern are enclosed by the apartment towers on the periphery. Sheer bliss. Even shooting the photograph was an exhilerating experience.
It was in summer when I rode my bike. I enjoyed watching the landscape passing me by and hearing the birds sing.
I followed a path next to a river. On the other side were some rocky mountains which looked awesome.
After an hour when the sun slowly began to set I made a break and went down to the water to sit there. The water was so clear you could see little stones and rocks on the ground. I always have my camera with me and I thought it would make a good picture. I wanted to take one where you could see the water with those rocks in the foreground and in the back the rocky mountains with some green trees on them. I placed my camera (just a hacked point and shoot ) and started taking some pictures.
Suddenly a small bird landed on one of the rocks right in front of the camera. I didn’t move. Carefully and without making any noise I managed to press the shutter a few times before the bird flew away. The images looked really amazing, the bird sitting on a wet rock with reflections and stones showing under water and those mountains in the background while the sun began to set. I’ll never forget this.
This is what I call a magical moment.
I wonder how it would have turned out with a better camera….
In summer while I was biking I made a break and went down to the water to sit there. The water was so clear you could see little stones on the ground. I started taking some pictures.
Suddenly a small bird landed on one of the rocks right in front of the camera. I managed to press the shutter a few times before it flew away. The images looked really amazing, the bird sitting on a wet rock with reflections on the water, stones showing under water and mountains in the background while the sun began to set.
On a holiday to Iceland Me and my fiancé went on excursion to travel on a glacier. The trip was through thingvellir national park. I took a picture of the lake it was wonderfully still and the sun was just coming up. It was such a wonderfully still picture of a land that is in constant movement.
My favourite photograph was one I took many moons ago, never been able to replicate it. I was at the top of a hill in Roundhay Park, Leeds on a sunny summer’s afternoon. The sun was low in the sky, creating a lasagne layering of beautiful colours. With the old trick of a smearing of vaseline on the lense, I was able to give it a slight blurring, allowing the colours to merge in background, against an almost black frame of trees. Simply stunning.
My favourite photograph is one of me and my late grandad standing on the summit of an alp, just beautiful!
My favourite picture I’ve ever taken is one on a lake in paraguay a couple of years ago, the water’s calm but for a few peaks that reflect the dusky blood-orange of the setting sun among a sky of almost purple clouds. The sun sits an inch above the hilltop horizon and as you look at it you notice a tiny fishing boat in the distance,lost, almost forgotten in the calm, sleepy summer.
Silvery black and white photo, matt, night with gray snow on the ground. to blown out light in the background. grainy people farther into the photo, silhouetted. a blacked bench near, down in the frame.
And a tree branch, dark gray, coming into the frame, from top right, lonely watching the seen.
It was the time where my brothers got back from school and it was a sunny day. We parked our car and I got the awesome shot during our way to the lift. We lived at the 17th floor condominium. I took the first shot it was lack of angle. I again try by taking a low shot angle. There was a lime green car on the road and I thought it would make the picture nicer. I waited the car to get a little closer. The picture was perfect by its angle, colour, lighting and focus. The sky was blue and the colours were vivid. It got nothing to be edited.
I was doing some candid shots for my friend’s wedding, and saw out of the corner of my eye a couple who were adjusting their baby daughter’s dress. I spun around, and got the shot, just as the mother and father were forming a frame around their little girl from them leaning towards each other, just as the little girl was looking straight at the camera. The background was nicely soft focussed, and it was just a perfect candid portrait of a new family.
As I settled in to my seat at Hampden for the U2 gig I got out my new camera phone. I didn’t expect much as it was just a phone but I had some time to kill befor the gig started. I tried playing around with the features and found ‘panoramic’ which stitches 3 shots together. I tried it out and was really surprised at the results. It was dusk and the lights around the giant claw on the stage had come up creating a very dramatic setting, I took a panoramic shot around the stadium and was so pleased with the result I got it blown up and framed.
U2 weren’t too bad either.
I was walking by a canal in Spring time in Coventry and saw a Swan with some signets. I took a picture of them and the picture came out as though they were drawn in liquid metal. Definitely my favourite as I didn’t use any lenses or special settings.
I was visiting Normandy France in 2004, the 60th anniversary of D-Day. We explored the countryside and came across a beautiful Chateau. The setting was superb and conditions were superb. My best photo.
Holocaust memorial Berlin. Concrete. A sudden wedge of light. Is it death – or is it hope?
I was visiting Hong Kong garden in Summer of 2004. When exiting, I noticed a sparkling drop of water on the lotus leaf. It is one of my best photo.
the photo is of my granny goose (uk gran) while she was still alive- i put purple flowers in her hair- and she has a big smile on her face- it is a beautiful way to always remember her:)
It was dark, and I could barley see what was in front of me, so I got out my camera and took a photo with the flash (so I could see). The photo was so beautiful and I wasn’t even trying. The sky turned inky blue and the leaves on the trees were glowing green and yellow. The light rain turned into diamonds falling from the sky. Camera magic.
It was at night in the rain. I saw a green snake swallowing a lizard in front of the bamboo trees. Then I asked my friend to cover me and my camera with a piece of plastic tarpaulin because my camera wasn’t weather seal. At that time, I could only took three photos due to difficulty with raining, and the snake only spent a short time to swallow the whole lizard. One of the three photos was great. The snake’s eye was in focus, the legs and tail of the lizard was out of the snake’s mouth, and a few rain drops on the snake’s head looks reflective, and a bamboo cane in the dark background.
Photographing Flying WWII warbirds at “Flying Legends” at Duxford.
My favourite photograph is a photograph of my father and his brother being reunited after 80 years apart. It was a very joyous occasion with the photograph showing my father and new found uncle drinking a toast to each other.
As an aspiring young actor with a passion for photography, I made the acquaintence of Lyndsay Kemp, the dancer & mime who was an inspiration to David Bowie. All of us were struggling for work at the time and Lyndsay suggesed I do some photos of himself and his partner Jack on the site of an old music hall in Islington,that was being demolished. On a grey London day in winter we scrambled over the rocky site fighting time as we had no permission to be there. I managed to shoot Lyndsay in his Ariel fishnet costume, in black and white, framed by the half demolished proscenium arch which made a picure that was both bizarre, theatrical and poignant at the same time.
My favorite photo ever taken was with my husband, our 2 sons and 2 daughters, with their spouses, and all their children (my beautiful grandchildren). All together it was 24 of us. Not one person has their eyes closed in this photo; there’s not one red eye; there’s not even one person not smiling…every family member is looking right in the camera (even the babies!) and showing off their pearly whites. This photo was taken during our 40th wedding anniversary. It was such a gorgeous day that I will never forget. I enlarged the photo and I have one hanging in color above our mantle and another smaller version in black and white hanging in our entry way. I want to remember all the happiness and joy of that one day for the rest of my life. Seeing that photo reminds me of my greatest accomplishment in life: my family. We raised our kids to the best of our ability and now they are doing the same with theirs. I would love this camera to capture more and more moments like this everyday.
I enjoyed the shotover jet boat ride at River Canyon while holidaying in Queenstown, New Zealand. The ride through the narrow canyons was awesome but my favorite part was the full 360 deg spins. A kind fellow tourist took a photo of me all drenched and face looking absolutely exhilarated after the exciting ride. It is my favorite photo taken on my most memorable trip so far.
I took a photo of my wife on our honeymoon after had walked along the beach. I wont forget the memories and everytime i open my wallet, the photo is there to bring the memory flooding back
I was on a trip to Rome in a group heading to the Vatican. I saw a Bulldog in the entrance of a building and being a scorching hot day the dog was lying on the ground with its legs splayed, and tongue sticking out. I could’t resist taking a photograph as I thought the sight of this dog was so comical. I took the shot I wanted, and then I realised I was separated from the group and spent the next 30 minutes frantically looking for them. That photo still makes me laugh.
I was catching big waves on Madeira island in spring 2011, with my new Panasonic FZ100 camera. The biggest wave pulled my best photo, my camera and myself. I saved “only” memory card and myself, so, I don’t have the best, just almost the best photo of the previous wave.
The very first photo I took of my newborn daughter she even appeared to be smiling at mummy priceless
My sons were young at the time(5 and 7 possibly) and stripped off playing with water pistols, paddling pool and hosepipe on a hot summers day. Anyway Lloyd the eldest comes with his monster water pistol to pose for the camera and i snap him. Upon having the film developed i had obviously missed his younger brother taking a leak into a sand bucket in the background! Magical in some respects! I remember him throwing the bucket contents over his brother…kids!
My fav photo of all time I took while on holiday to Australia while at a Koala sanctuary. I just caught a mother & baby Koala sitting on a branch 5 feet up. Baby was on mothers back clinging on tightly around her neck. Both were looking directly at me & the baby had one eye closed – as if winking at me! The tree bark was gnarled, leaves very fresh & vibrant green & the deep blue of the cloudless sky made a wonderful back-drop. Beautiful.
we took a great picture once of my 2year old daughter leaning out of a steam train, i held her while grandad took the photo oh her waving, the train was traveling around a corner at the time so the picture captured the full lengh of the train and my daughter was smiling and waving to the camera
I took a photo of Whitby Abbey from a tunnel in the hillside on the west cliff, the brick of the tunnel created a great frame for the gothic skeletal Abbey on the hillside.
My kids on Olu Deniz beach, Turkey last year. Taken with Panasonic TZ-10. The smiles on their faces, the sun, the sand, the sea… one to remember for the rest of our lives. Priceless !
My favourite photo is of a coble taken in North Shields in Tyne and Wear in England years ago early on a misty morning. A coble is a small fishing vessel which is peculiar to the north east of England.
I think that the picture is very evocative and describes a scene which has now all but vanished with the diminution of the fishing industry in the UK.
Well Since Its Free
there is no best shot really but the one which is better than the other one !
“well i have no camera but my cellphone camera which is not bad if your R not into professional but casual photography , anyway i was going to some music Studio to see one of my friends Recording flute and he is really good at that , when he got into the sound isolated room to record his part , i was getting bored and i just saw a Acoustic guitar at the corner then picked it up placed it on the chair behind the chair was a really messy table , walls were black and there was sun shining in from the window and i just take out my cell and CLICK!!! thats all and when i looked at the picture in my PC it was a really good shot despite it was taken with a cellphone camera and then i told myself …Heeeh… only if there was a real Camera!”
I was able to catch the photo of a family friend blowing a kiss from across the room. The bokeh was perfect with her in focus but the background of the my son’s school cafeteria out of focus. The lighting was just right and the colors popped; catching the right timing and the depth of field perfectly makes it my favorite picture.
My favourite photo was taken on the day my wife and son returned from hospital after a long stay following his birth with kidney failure. It was a memorable night when I set up his personal kidney dialysis machine beside his cot in his own room and I could attend to his needs for the first time. He is now 24 years old but the photo I took of him in his cot connected to this life saving machinery, sitting up and smiling at me, will always remain in my heart.
I get a thrill from immortalizing split seconds of beauty. Just wish I had a better camera for the purpose! So here goes:
Waxed wood reflections of frosted-glass sunshine illuminate the room.
Everything smells like basketballs.
The fencer breathes heavily through his mesh metal mask now – from exertion, anticipation. But he’s in control & bides his time. The opponent just needs to make One. More. Fatal mistake…
Feint again. Target exposed…
BAM! With a pounce, his flies off the ground to make that final, blade-bending chest hit.
The tournament-winning fleche. Clicked on JPEG.
(Thanks for reading. Hope I win!)
It was a warm summers day and me and my wife were sat by the river, she became excited at the sight of my tripod. She looked at me endearingly and it was at that point my macro lens turned telescopic. I reached for the 35mm film, my hands trembled as i opened the back door, the exposure became to much – I refocused on the river and took the shot. Best landscape photo ever.
gahhh! spelling error.
his fly is fine. he flies. lol
BAM! With a pounce, he flies off the ground to make that final, blade-bending chest hit.
The tournament-winning fleche. Clicked on JPEG.
My favorite picture is of myself and my two remaining brothers taken in the lake district after we’d spread our brothers ashes in the hill overlooking lake Windemere. Auto timer on my Sureshot worked a treat for once.
I had been a rough night in the Mareeba Wetlands. The Quoll (a Marsupial Cat) had run up an down on the tent all night. My companion woke around 3 in the morning and saw a large sinister figure looking through the tent window and screamed – it turned out to be a Kangaroo, Giving up sleep a few hours later we had coffee and breakfast. Three shift panhandlers sidled up. I took a photograph of the most demanding emu from a metre. This turned out to be one of my favourite photos – it expressed my mood that morning.
It was one of the last photos of my gentle dog Sam. We were in the field at the start of spring, the ground was still quite muddy but rich lush grass all around. The wind was ruffling his fur and he was having so much fun playing with a bright red frisbee running up and down.
He ran and caught it and I took the picture- the mud on his nose, the sparkle in his eyes, the vividness of the frisbee all against his the backdrop of his beautiful black and white fluffy fur..it’s an image I’ll never forget!
My wife and I went to the Black Hills last year. After seeing Mt Rushmore we went to see the Crazy Horse monument. The size and scope of the sculpture was amazing. Trying to get its size in asigle picture was all but impossible. But, I think that I succeeded.
I remember the day when I photographed my favorite pet pigeon the day it was born. The poor thing was so tiny, sweet & nimble, cuddling under her mother’s belly. Seemed like a photo of life itself at its most innocent and unscathed beauty. That very instant I knew I have taken the photo of my life, couldn’t have asked anything better. From that day onwards I have started loving my camera as much as I love my baby pigeon. The photo reminds me every time that life is just not all about hate and disappointment but about its serene beauty which needs to loved and cherished. Cheers!!!
As the sun fell over the horizon and lit up the sky with a blaze of scarlet embers, I sat down to take my picture. Two sea gulls fluttered like butterflies above the sea, whilst the sea in all its glittering glory ran up the shore towards me, as if it was trying to escape the shot. Alas, its greater body was still in sight, despite it’s futile attempt, whilst the spray of the waves leaped into the smoky sunset. None of this actually happened, but if I won the Panasonic DMC FZ45 camera, it could.
My favorite picture was the one I took one day with my children at the playground. My daughter, who was about to turn five, leaned her head up next to a plastic sphere half her size that was part of the playground structure. I took a picture of her and as she leaned the side of her face against the sphere, she closed one eye and had a sort of crooked half-smile on her face. The photo has amazing perspective, with this green sphere covering about a third of the picture and her clute little blinking face in the center!
I received a digital SLR for my 40th, and was still trying to get the hang of it. One morning, I looked out of the window to see the rose bush in our garden coated with a fine layer of frost.
I grabbed my camera, and tried a few shots on the ‘close up’ setting.
There was a single rose, wilting slightly, but holding it’s own amongst the elements. The frost on the leaves, and the harsh, bright whiteness of the sky reaching through the leaves and stalks, all seem to illustrate the resilience of beauty in harsh times.
Plus I was able to give a copy to my wife for ber birthday.
It was way back last year when one of my sister from Calgary/Canada send me a Nikon Coolpix L110 rather a bridge camera. With this camera i started the journey across the greenery mountains of Nepal. It was worth dream coming true to shoot with the camera in hands. But whenever i tried to click the mountain scenes it resulted in shaky blurred images. Later when i turned to sport continuous mode than the images came alive. As the bus was leading towards downhills i could capture most part of downhills,the road in between the hills, villages and moreover the small vehicles on the run towards the downhills and uphills were adding garlands to the images. These images and the praises which i got motivated me to become a photographer. Now i own my own studio too. The scenes which i clicked are posted in my studio. Really that photography had turned boon to me.
The air is misty. A tall slim lady wearing a white flowing dress with wide capped sleeves. Her hair is long dark and flowing. You can only see the back of her and you are intruiged to know her face. She is entering a drawbridge, across a moat, walking into an arched doorway of an impressive castle. Stood awaiting her is a handsome, regal looking man. His hand out, gesturing her to come closer.
Simple, a picture of my mum and dad at my wedding, where my dad must have said something funny to my mum and they were both laughing free and easy. Summed up 35 years of being togehter and hopefully what I have to look forward to in my life. Perfect.
I took a photo of St Davids Cathedral in Wales,it was a lovley day so even though I did not have a very good camera the lighting was perfect and it even came out like a painting without any photoshop tweeks.
The sun had just risen in Kenya’s Samburu National Reserve, when out of the comer of my eye I see a leopard stop at a small water hole for a drink. I have my driver stop and with the lens fully extended was able to capture a close-up of the actual motion of the leopard lapping up the water with its eyes wide open and corresponding reflection in the water hole.
As we strolled through the Canadian woods eyes & ears on full bear alert, an eagle soared above as the rays of sunshine dappled through the trees. Then in the clearing ahead, could it be the rear of a black bear? As we stood & gazed trying to decide whether to turn round (a long walk back) or make a noise I took a photograph & then zoomed to full magnifacation…. much to our amusement it was the stump of a fallen tree!!!! But certainly had us fooled for a while there!!
I brought home a young Chihuahua/Jack Russel pup named JoJo (also my wifes nick name)He was sleeping on our sofa basking in the warm glow of the early morning sun streaming through the blinds.I got my Olympus 3020 3.2 megapixel camera and slowly creeped up on him.He woke up and with sleepy eyes watched me approach.The sun make him squint a little and he still had the plastic toy between his paws on the armrest.He has one ear that flops down and had his head tilted with curiosity.He looks a lot heavier now and still has that toy.
Last Autumn I was sat in the garden eyes closed listening to the restful sound of evening birdsong. It was just before sundown and I opened my eyes and looked up at the semi-circle of trees in the wood a short distance away. I was entranced. The evening sun had turned the yellow autumn leaves into a shimmering gold curtain. I gasped and called my family to witness the miracle of nature. We all stared for what seemed like hours but was in truth only a few minutes until the sun lowered and the miracle disappeared.
It was my friend’s wedding day in South London. I had offered to take photos of her and the bridesmaids getting ready that morning.
The taxi had arrived and was waiting for us, and in true bridal fashion – no one was ready. Then as we all scrabbled out of the house, I took my favourite photo. The bride screaming with excitement running towards me in her wedding dress, whilst her matron of honour was laughing behind her. Such a simple photo which in a moment captured the her personality and the joy and affection of all of those concerned.
One dull restless day I grab my camera and a bus to Newhaven Harbour. Halfway there it starts to rain, and I imagine staring out at the harbour over a cup of coffee. The bus stops just before the harbour, and I get off and walk to the end of the street. As I turn the corner the sun comes out… fumbling with my camera, somehow I just manage to catch the perfect half-circle double rainbow that embraced the old red-painted fish market, the warm stone church, and the cream washed pebble-dashed tenements, all wetly sunlit against an indigo sky.
My favourite photo was taken in December 2011, the coldest winter in years. Thick snow was on the ground, no traffic to be seen, as road conditions were very bad. People were walking everywhere, wrapped up in brightly coloured clothes, trying to keep warm. Everyone nodded or spoke to each other, and the scene was such a happy one. I just had to capture it.
So much knowledge, experience, intelligence….yet so kind, loving, giving, attentive, caring…..one photo taken, unknowingly, one sunday morning, turned up what is now our family treasure…A simple picture of my father….even more astounding to us is that it was taken on an OLD phone camera (nokia6300)…. Don’t knock ‘em, you never know what memories you’ll capture
I turned the corner and it grabbed me. Perhaps it had been an old store; it now had urban graffiti, bikes chained to rails and images of Che Guevara with the Star of David on his beret. The upstairs living area balcony was littered with more bikes, tacky patio chairs and a sense of nihilism and purpose. Signs indicated its political purpose (and that it was open Sundays). Havana? Berkeley in the 60′s? No, Williamsburg Brooklyn in 2009.
We were out in the walking near brothers water in the lake district. We’d just climbed a massive hill. At the top my partner posted for a picture and jump high in the air as I clicked the button. The pic looks as if he has just jumped off the top of the hill and is about to plumit to the ground below
My faveourite photo is of some beach huts taken on a feb evening at Brightlingsea essex, feeling bit fed up i went out with my camera for a quiet stroll along the seafront i was greeted with a fab sunset and the tide had gone out but left a still pool in the middle of the huts, i snapped away and when i checked the pics i had a fab shot of the huts reflected in the still pool
Mi foto favorita es la que tomé hace seis meses a mi nieta recién nacida, acababa de nacer y quise guardar ese momento para siempre.
It was -15 degrees in Saariselka. Myself, my husband and 2 daughters had spent several hours in the snow enjoying husky and reindeer rides. We had come to Lapland to meet the real Santa, something we had always wanted to do and non more so than now as our 3 year old daughters eyesight was deteriorating. I captured a picture of her face as she saw Santa for the first time, he is reflected in her glasses and you can see her eyes shining and her face pink from the cold. Her face is a picture of complete wonderment. Priceless!
Taken with my blackberry, what I would’ve thought to be horrible turned out beautiful. Some wouldn’t believe it, thought it was edited photography, I couldn’t believe it either. A picture of Jasper (dog), my brother and I. It only captured half his face, half of mine, we complete each other. My head resting on his back, eyes closed, a strand of hair in front of my face, as he looks straight ahead. Further illuminated by the blue sheets under us, put emphasis on his eyes that have this shine, a sparkle in them , and shows off his golden/beige fur.
Going on JHoliday Soon would love to win this
My favourite picture was taken in the desert botanical gardens in Phoenix AZ, we’d already been thrilled at the amazing varieties of cacti, lizards and sculptures when I spotted hummingbirds feeding in the flowering bushes. I managed to capture a bird with its tongue out feeding on the nectar. A perfect end to a perfect day.
Let’s see, it was 1965 I think. I just pulled into the driveway, stopped the car, got out and started in with my newish instant camera in hand. My three kids gathered near the door. Cassandra and Nicolas smiling and showing me the little toy airplanes they were playing with while Michael just looked directly at me as if getting ready to say something.
The snapshot I took of that instant is now very faded, as is the time.
My daughter was two, at the zoo for the first time.
On the zoo playground, my husband climbed up into a lifesize playboat and held her purched along the edge. Unaware I was capturing that moment, his arms were wrapped tightly around her, as he was smiling and kissing her as she giggled hard with her eyes closed tightly as I captured their unconditional love for each other.
A year later, my husband passed away unexpectedly.
This photo is now enlarged and framed displayed as a beautiful memory we reminisce about and cherish.
I am now an aspiring amateur photographer.
Every photo I take is my favorite photo.
I saw the tree was swinging in the wind, the yellowish sunlight shine from the top left side of the tree and dropped the shadow on the grassland. My heart feel the warmth of the sun and harmony of the atmosphere. Then I press the shutter.
Taking photo not just what you see what you shoot. You need to use your heart to feel, your sense will govern you to make a perfect photo.
Your equipment, the resolutions is only second criteria.
My grandson sat in my window oblivious to me standing by him with my camera in hand. I managed to get a lovely photo of him deep in thought with the sun shining in, such a precious moment to of captured.
I had just bought my first digital camera and a photo editing software. I went to Scotney Castle in Kent on a rather dull, grey day and although I was happy with the quality of my pictures they were all pretty plain. I chose one particular shot of the castle and lake and using my software, erased some figures in the background, adjusted the various paramaters and gave the picture an old fasioned and slightly gothic look. Not only was I bowled over with the image, I am now hooked on photography but I’m not sure if I’m a photographer or an artist, but one thing is for certain, I LOVE IT!
When I was 12 and my younger sister was 10, she came home from school one day and asked me if I would take her to sign language classes at a local community centre. When I asked her why she told me that a new boy had joined her class, who was deaf, and she wanted to learn to sign so she could befriend him.
My favourite photo is one I took ten years later. It was taken inside a small church in the Autumn, with the the sun streaming through the window, and shows a groom smiling broadly wearing a 1920′s style navy blue suit and my sister wearing a vintage lace dress signing ‘I Do’ on her wedding day.
Mi foto favorita es una de las últimas que le tomé a mi abuela, habíamos ido a la playa y caminaba por la orilla del mar; estaba tan contenta y feliz que se reflejaba en su sonrisa.
Es un recuerdo que siempre guardo de ella, esas últimas vacaciones, como disfrutó como una niña en la arena.
I was at a fair that had a lot of restored cars. There was a 1940 Ford that was restored and painted a beautiful greenish blue color. I got right in front of it and captured the front end. It is a powerful angle of the hood, grille, lights and bumper. I brought it into Photoshop, made the background monochrome to bring the attention forward. I further worked the tone and contrast until I ended up with a powerful shot of that car. It looks like it wants to talk to you. It’s a visual joy to look at; you almost want to lick it!
first grandson in his blue pajamas, evening with light blue sky and puffy white clouds,his blues eyes laughing as I threw him up into the air – capturing his laugh with his arms flung out and the clouds and sky in the background
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Have you ever indulged in chartreuse? The entire background in my favorite photo is a chartreuse external wall drenched in afternoon sun. The vibrant wall drew my camera eye but a tight zoom revealed the surprisingly sensual tropical water colored drain snaking down the wall’s surface. In the photo frame a shapely segment of the drain and it’s sultry shadow are cast against the brilliant wall. Color contrasts, contour, and depth leap out at the viewer.
My favourite photograph ever taken was down the barrel of a kaleidoscope. I playfully put my lens to the eyepiece and took a snap, not expecting much, but when viewing the result there was potential. The colours were bright and childish, taking me back to the care-free days. The shapes were that of an eccentric night out; how I imagine a trip would be. One shot stands out in my mind where these two parallel ideas seemed to combine, and each time I look it at I remember there is a child within us all…let it out.
I like a lot of the shots I made of the motor range, has an idea, movement, momentum and perfect work on my avtamatikata DMC-FZ8.D And with the new DMC-FZ45 possibilities are really great with the new zoom X 24 for perfect shots without any Photographer danger.
Like a bird… inside the steeple, Trogir – Croatia.
Manila, Quezon City. I was there to take a board exam for my line of work. It was a warm day, Typical. Traffic was bad as always and the air was generally hot as ever. We crossed the pedestrian lane towards the place were we were staying and just as we have completely crossed the road, a boy wearing yellow was lying in the pavement. Unconscious, just playing around, exhausted…dead? Those were the words that were running through my head. He was lying next to an exhaust fan, i guess he was trying to fan himself of off the heat, if that would work. Rumbling sounds of vehicles fill the air with the warm air accompanying it.I took a photo of him and came by a jeepney colored in yellow as well. It was full of people oblivious that a boy was laying down on the street beside them. A sad photo to behold, I took a picture of him using my ipod touch modest vga camera to preserve that moment. Poverty is cruel. Especially to children. They don’t deserve it. We know it but we don’t really do any action about it. In our own little ways we can. A difference to someone else’s life.
heres the photo of the boy http://tinyurl.com/boyinyellow
you can read the article here mystorythroughthelens.blogspot.com
My absolute favorite picture was taken on the first photo-walk I ever took, around 2 days after buying my camera. I was in Hoboken NJ, across the river from NYC. It was cold and windy, I was underdressed, my battery was running out and I was ready to go home. In the spirit of perseverance I decided to stay until my camera dies. I looked up across the river, with the Empire State building directly across from me, and saw that a flock of seagulls was just hovering in the Hudson wind, almost at a standstill. I took a few shots and none of them came out amazing. I sat down, lit a cigarette and decided to wait and see if anything interesting will happen. About 60 seconds later, I saw that the flock was diminished down to one lone bird, floating above the Hudson river. I composed the shot so the bird was against a bright cloud, kept the Empire State building in the frame, and snapped three pictures before my camera died. I was disappointed at the time, but I got home, uploaded the raw files to my computer and I fell in love with the last shot I took before my camera died. I converted to black and white and the image is still to this day my favorite, part because I think it tells a story about freedom, determination and uniqueness, part because it was the shot that taught me to stick around, be determined, and wait for the right shot (maybe buy a few more batteries also.)
My favorite picture was taken a few weeks ago at a park. I had gone there really early for a sunrise photoshoot and I found a bluejay nest on a low branch. You could see the sun rising and the lake behind it, it was amazing!
Ayubia National Park, Western Himalayas, Pakistan – not the most popular tourist haunt. A Common Leopard looks up at me from a slope. The photograph manages to focus on most of her face; her eyes look inquisitive, but also sad. The range of hues in her light, sandy coat are accentuated by the lush greenery she lies in, and amplify her large grey-blue eyes – seemingly ringed with kajal (eyeliner), similar to the local women in the area. It’s hard to remember that such beauty could be dangerous, but on this occasion, she was as interested in me, as I her.
I walked the St. James Way two years ago with my father. When we reached Santiago, we were walking down the city to the cathedral, and then the square where it is opened in front of me. I dropped my backpack, and with a few tears I said my father we’ve done it. Then I picked up my camera, I told him to raise his fists and took him a beautiful pic with the cathedral on the background. His face seemed tired but smiling, and thanks the weather was sunny. A picture that bring us emotions.
I got married in 2010 to a man I’ve now been with for almost 7 years. In fact, today is our two year marriage anniversary. And nothing will ever live up to the photos that came from our honeymoon at Disney World. We stayed there in Florida for a whole week, and that trip is what inspired me to pick up my camera every day from there on out. There is no one particular photo from that adventure I can call my favorite, but having had my camera on hand helps me relive that amazing week whenever I want.
One of my favorite shot was for a makeup artists portfolio. Monster, Zombie Makeup. Makeup was pretty good, I turned the camera to put the portrait on an downward angle. That combined with the expression on the models face and some post work I did to it easily made it a candidate for becoming a poster.
I used to count deer for the RSPB. It may seem an odd thing to do, but it gave access to parts of the reserve that the general public never saw. In the woods one day, I found a stag and three hinds in a sunlit clearing. As I watched, a fox ambled into view – the perfect picture. Well, it would have been if my camera had been on. By the time I’d fumbled with the switch the fox had gone and the deer were heading for the trees. I still have the image, but only in my head.
It was the last sailing day of a 4 month cruise through the Caribbean. I was working as a deckhand on a french sailing vessel. We spent the previous 3 hours reeling in a 55 inch Mahi Mahi using a spool line. As we finally got the mammoth on board we noticed that there was one of the most beautiful sunsets imaginable in full bloom. I grabbed me my basic point-and-shoot camera and captured the most vibrant array of yellows, oranges, and purples possible. The sun streaks and shadows of clouds on the horizon rippling of the wake trailing behind us. It was truly magical. I would be happy to share the photo.
While on holiday in Egypt, I spent a large portion of my spending money to treat my parents and I to a hot air balloon ride over the valley of the kings at sunrise. we got up early that morning and I managed to capture an photo of a young boy in silhouette riding a donkey with a hot air balloon rising behind him. The colours of the balloon looked amazing against the outline of the boy and the morning glow of the sky just made that moment live on in our hearts forever.
Afternoon light from a nearby window gently illuminates the new mother and her baby as they share one of their first opportunities to relax alone after a whirlwind labor. Her face, quite clear, shows neither the nervous anticipation that framed it over the past few weeks nor worry for the unknown future of life as a mother. Instead, her visage reflects the peacefulness and serenity of finally holding in her arms the little life she had carried inside her for so long.
The Perfect Photo is the photo that represents the life , just the life with its all defects and imperfections , the camera is a mirror for what we see , its job is to shoot the real life no to make it better .
When I was about 9 I took a photo with my first camera of my brother, my Dad and my dear late Grandpa playing croquet. It is my favourite photo moment… knowing them and how different their personalities were it’s amazing in this one moment they look one and the same. At age 6, 40 and 80 they are all standing in the exact same pose with the same competitive streak evident on their faces. It’s a really special memory for me!
Sunset with stormclouds near Galway in Ireland one October evening.
My favourite photo I had taken was a black and white picture taken with a Pentax of my daughter play in the sand…I really prefer black and white photos
My new kitten Misha came from a farm so was wild and hard to catch, literally. Misha happened to sit on the lounge room windowsill. Being inside I managed to run for the camera to capture the moment when she was inquisitively looking inside through the open curtain to the home where she was not allowed to roam.
Its 5am in November 2011 on the first morning of our holiday standing on an otherwise deserted beach in Barbados. My two year old son who has come through the trees behind me sees the ocean for the first time. With a squeal of delight the biggest smile appears on his face as he rushes past me over the golden sand to greet the waves. The resulting action shot encapsulates the sheer pleasure something so simple can bring to someone so special.
Just two-weeks ago. A spring evening, just after dusk. The big wheel’s oscillating lights, cast a beautiful glimmer upon the splendid bronze statue of Queen Victoria in George Square, Glasgow. The sky is filed with purples & pinks. Pure magic!
A recent photo of my father: he squints as he hunches over his Canon. He is struggling to find the right shutter speed for the stream before him. The pain is a constant reminder that he can no longer move like a Forest Ranger, and although he can envision the composition he wants, his legs won’t allow it. He makes his best shot anyway.
My favorite shot was a picture of a shipping vessel that was anchor in a bay near Los Angeles. The scene is fairly basic; the ship is on the water. The beauty that I love is the sun was setting just to the left of the boat and was mostly under the horizon. The anchor lines can be seen running from the boat and the ship appears almost black and with a great deep orange background. The scene just looks peaceful to me.
I live in the 9th floor in front of the sea and I was just sleeping, when I felt cold. I woke up to close the window and when I saw through it, a storm was coming from the sea. Immediately, I pick up my camera and tried a few times to capture one of those lightnings with long exposures close to 15sec. Without a tripod, all I was able to do is support the camera in the window to take a completely steady shot.
One afternoon I crossed a river beside the sea shore and reached an undisturbed zone where silence pervaded my soul. The reflection of the trees in the flowing water, the texture of the smooth sand and the silhouette of a lonely man created an aura of mystery blended in the fragrance of a dream. I captured the moment which becomes of the most precious and rejuvenating moments of my life. A true realization was born out of a moment and created a new definition of eternity.
It’s about 6:30 am and my sister and I are at a local beach to watch to sunrise and soak up the morning. The sun has just risen over the waterline as we pass underneath the large fishing pier, our toes sinking into the cool wet sand. As I look down at our feet, I notice the beautiful ripples in the sand left from the waves. So, I crouch low and aim my camera back towards the ocean & catch the silhouette of a lone figure illuminated by the rising sun as a wave crashes by the pier.
He recognized me the instant he saw me. But as always his footsteps were tentative and he maintained a good 20 feet between us.
I think dogs are given less credit than they are due. This guy knew what a camera was and what it did, what I was doing…He stood absolutely still, dead still!! For a second I thought my camera had hung up, so I looked away from my viewfinder at him directly…steady as a rock, as the glow from the car head lamps illuminated his silhouette making him look divine.
When I was done, he stood up and walked away silently. ‘The photo session is over’, he said.
My identical twin sister: The photo was shot on a clear winter’s day, but this is not the important part. The photo represents the individuality of being an identical twin. The photo allows you to distinguish the separate identities between us both; the shot captures all the facial features and expressions that make me and my twin sister ‘individual’. An audience usually perceives twins as being one person, one identity… and that judgement is made on appearance, but the photo somewhat eradicates this perception. My twin is my life but in which is lead by two identities.
March 29th 2012
Autumn 2010, we took our huge Harlequin Great Dane for a walk. I had hoped for some family photo opportunities, but my 5 yr old daughter didn’t want her photo taken. Eventually I gave up and we started heading back. Sulkily she took the dogs lead and wandered off with him, slightly ahead of us. The huge dog, her small frame in comparison, the dog lead trailing on the sandy converging path, my rainbow umbrella pulled down over her bright winter clothes, she looked beautiful! I seized the ‘moment’, waited a moment and ‘click’ my favourite photo was born!
My fiancee took a photo of our daughter on the beach, it is a beautiful photo, her back is to the camera, her hair windswept and she is bare footed, and there is a stunning beach background, it is that good I had the photo made into a canvas and its always commented on when people visit
It was on a very cheap and basic digital camera, quickly taken while fishing one day. After yet another downpour a beautiful, bright, full rainbow appeared through the trees. When I saw what I had taken it was perfectly balanced by a tree on the left, with the rainbow to the right. To be honest it was very much point and shoot but came out perfectly. Sadly I lost it when I had a PC problem and no backup. Was the best picture I’d ever taken.
It was a blistering hot day. My wife and I had taken our small daughter to Scarborough. After promenading and having our fish and chips, we went for a paddle. The sheer joy of our daughter splashing through the cool water in her shorts and vest – no need for a costume as everything dried so quickly. I had taken my Panasonic compact and caught a picture of her without a care in the world, splashing, laughing.
It’s framed on our living room wall now, and reminds me every day that there’s always time for our inner child.
It was the trip of a lifetime, only made possibly my the generosity of our friends and family. We headed to Cuba for our honeymoon in 2010 and were instantly bombarded by the smells, humidity and colours of Havana. We arrived at dusk and following a brief sleep (due to jet lag) we headed out in the early morning, camera’s at the ready.
The first shot of the whole holiday was of 2 1950s taxis. There they were, just parked up next to each other. One bright canary yellow and one bright candy pink. The resulting shot was of the two of them, their brilliant colour still brilliant, but their history evident with every bump and scrape.
They reminded me of two old Habaneros just sitting in the sun, talking about their lives, still full of colour.
It’s the shot that encapsulates our trip of Havana and is mounted proudly on our wall.
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A cold clear day in winter and the snow on the ground untouched and the dog steps out onto the jetty.
I take the shot low down across Lough Key the steely blue grey of the water close by and the orange cloud colours reflected onto the water in the middle distance, the untouched snow on the Jetty and Daisy the Dog looking out across it all, its just perfect.
La foto más bonita la tomé dando un paseo por el campo, un día muy hermoso, un insecto sobre una flor. Me quedó muy bonita, con mucho colorido y logré plasmar ese momento del insecto sobre la flor.
Marina Bay Sands Singapore, I visited the Skypark, it was at the 65th floor so I was getting a good view. I only have a budget camera, so best night shots i can get is through slow shutter.
My heart sank when I was told that tripods are not allowed. So up there at the 65th, with all the winds beating me hard I braced myself and took photos as slow as 15 seconds. I was a rock, I was one with the platform beside the pool. After dozens of shots. I conquered. Went home. Still poor. But happy.
The branch of broccoli, was falling into as many smaller specs of green over the little smiley face of little Kai. His clothes, the bib, and the little table. Our laughter mixed together. Oh my gosh, this is so funny. Instinctively I run for the camera, one, two, three, seconds back and forth. There, the face tells it all, the smile little face of a happy little boy and a piece of broccoli in his mouth.
An elephant’s face. HDR emphasises a blurry, waving neon plant in the background. The individual channels on the elephant’s cracked skin reminiscent of barren desert tundra. Long eyelashes, wisened with age, point solemnly to the ground. Each leathery fold on the trunk and cheek tells its own story and, like the rings on a tree-trunk, there are many. A saturated shot, but sadness seeps from the silver skin: captivity. Nevertheless, the elephant poses its head casually to allow me to take the photograph. So sharp and clear, but it doesn’t tell the full story.
The year was 1990. A balmy summer; I was 19 and had never been out of the UK. I nearing the end of my art foundation course and part of the curriculum included an enlightening trip to Paris. What a place. Full of live, vigour and that ‘joie de vivre’. I remember emerging out of the trocadero metro and there before me was the statuesque Eifel Tower, perfectly flanked by the buildings on the esplanade. I took out my instamatic cammera and captured the scene, a slight haze evident on the image arising from the hard landscape. I was captivated.
The best photo I took was by chance. I was filmandfo (and photographing) the Fortaleza Metropolitan Cathedral, and, looking at the pictures taken, I saw a beautiful, a ray of sun coming through the door of the Cathedral created a huge speed effect, and consider that the most, say, artistic . Despite being an accident.
The last photo I ever took of my beloved Border Collie was of her running in a green field in the sun, bounding towards me, favourite orange ball in mouth. She had magnificant grey eyebrows but otherwise looked as young and happy as ever, with a giant canine grin, framed by flopping ears. It was just a snapshot taken with my phone, but it captured her essence so perfectly, it was the best photo I could have to remember her by.
I was given my first camera for my 14th birthday and immediately took to photographing everything I could. Once developed, I noticed a photograph that I had taken of a blooming, red rose bush in my garden. I studied the photo closer and noticed that not only had I captured the deep, claret-red roses against the emerald green leaflets but there was a small light-brown coloured frog, mid-leap at the base of the bush.
Fascinated by the photograph I immediately showed my parents, amazed that I could capture this moment on print. My love of photography had started.
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Years ago on an old film camera I caught a photo of a tiger. It was on an island over a river, surrounded on both sides by dark green plants with large, bright pink flowers lying down. As I took out my camera and waited for the flash to warm up, the tiger got up, stretched and started to walk away and that’s when I caught it, walking majestically, one paw outstretched, almost touching the short grass and with it’s tail fully in the shot, blue sky behind it, exactly between the flowering plants before it disappeared behind a rock.
Picture the scene, a beautiful sunny day in Jersey, a wedding party of thirty or so on St Brelades beach, my wife and i had just been married and it was photograph time…The sea behind us, the family lined up, my wife in my arms and the two bridesmaids either side being held horizontally across the men of the family, confetti everywhere, everyone smiling, and the photgraph was taken.
A great day was had by all…
But imagine our surprise when the phots came back only to show that my brand new sister in law’s boob was hanging out!
It’s still a talking point to this day!
Picture a sunny day, the shingle in the garden dried in the sun after being sprayed by the garden sprinkler, huge blowsy heads of pink hydrangea dancing in sunshine standing tall above tropical looking waxy aubergine leaves. Amongst the surroundings sits Emerald, she is elegant and basking in the sun, posing for the camera, her jet black hair almost cobalt in the sunlight. She looks different somehow and pleased with herself. Why you ask…because she has just had her huge citronella anti bark collar removed forever. Emerald is a diva of a Doberman and the star of my favourite photograph.
Breezy, sunny day in my garden. Photographing maghony coloured sunflowers grown from seed. Difficult to focus as sunflower heads moving from left to right, up and down in the wind. Switch from auto to manual focus: keep on trying. Frame the perfect image but gust of wind spoils shot. Try again, frame after frame – click, click, click. (Thank goodness not using film!) Upload images to PC. Delighted to discover Sunflower head in motion produces wonderful photograph. Sometimes my best work is a happy accident, with little help from me!
In Kenya on safari, we saw a lion dozing in the afternoon heat. The lion sat up and looked directly at me just as I took the photo – a brilliant portrait of a wonderful beast.
The sun was out, people flocked to the local park and staked a claim to a piece of land and called it their own for just a few hours. Assorted balls where flying around. Smoke was rising from disposable barbeques and rolling off into the distance on a whisper of a breeze. The sun began to receding behind the tree line, ushering in an orange glow with a mask of grew cloud hovering slowly across the park, people began to scuffle home, in small groups laughing and jesting into the distance about the day’s events
We’d been trekking all day through jungle villages, searching for a true flavour of Sri Lanka. The weathered look of this Sri Lankan onion farmer really appealed to me. His life story is written in the creases on his face and callouses on his hands. The lime in his hand is used to keep the mosquitos at bay and he’s sitting under his tree house which he sleeps in, safe from rampaging wild elephants at night. His genuine smile really is the true flavour of Sri Lanka.
Standing at Darwen Tower’s apex, far from family and friends, I felt something I’d always known but never truly recognised: a great joy but also sadness. Joy that my M.E. had finally receded enough for me to witness a view I thought lost forever; sadness that my illness had robbed 5 years of my life. Realising I couldn’t get that time back, but still had a life to live, was a wonderfully bittersweet moment and, for a few minutes, I felt truly alive. A passer-by snapped my ‘ordinary’ Kodak moment, but it reminds me of THAT moment. I’m alive.
Upon a velvet midsummer sky bellows a concave breeze,
Decanted balance with a second to breath,
A memory keeper, a parallax dilemma,
My only panorama, my photo to remember.
In 1976 I visited Tegucigalpa Honduras. I wandered through the dense old city and found myself in front of the Cathedral of San Miguel, a 1760s building that blended the skills of native masons and the memories of European colonists. An old woman crossed past the open doors, silhouetted against the dark interior. Her clothes were poor but pressed and clean, the check of her dress contrasted with the background and the pure whites of her apron and her braided hair. To her right was a girl skipping and to her left a seated woman begging. My old Leica clicked.
My mum is always the photographer, and she hates photos of herself so there never are any of her.
On the morning of my wedding day, I grabbed my Mum’s camera and took just one shot of her, in her finery, before we left for the venue. She looks gorgeous, and it’s one of the only photos I have of her. Plus it’s one of the only photos she doesn’t mind of herself.
My favourite ever photograph I have taken is a panoramic of the city of Istanbul, as we made our way back from Yalova (across the sea of Mamara) on the ferry. It was a sunny day and from afar the sandstone coloured buildings looked like ants nests piled high; gold domed roofs of hundreds, possibly thousands of Mosques glinting in the sun and boats ferrying goods, people and everything inbetween from the Golden Horn to the Bospherous at break-neck speed. The city hummed and hived with life, calls to prayer rising up from every corner, drifting across the city in waves and making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. At the very fringes of the city, sleek and staggeringly tall skyscrapers are under construction and over the Bospherous impressive steel bridges link not only the old city with the new city but also the European and Asian continents together. Ancient world meeting modern civilisation, spanning over two different continents; without a doubt, absolutely breathtaking.
My favourite photo was of me and my wife, we couldn’t afford a professional photographer for our wedding, and though friends took the usual pictures this one was when we had just grabbed our camera cuddled together and snapped, when we looked at it after the sun was streaming through the window behind us around our heads and I had moved the slightly giving it an almost fuzzy look around the edges. Everyone that see’s it smiles and asks who our photographer was! Luck, skill or Karma its the photo we will always treasure
We received an egg incubator for Christmas so in early spring we embarked on our first attempt at hatching our own chickens. The first clutch only resulted in one hatchling so we put a shaving mirror in her brooder box to stop her getting lonely. My favourite photo is a two day old Chick chattering to herself in the mirror, confirmation, according to my partner, that she really was a little girl!
This is a picture that didn’t come out. Sometimes those are the best ones. You flick back through your digital camera and remember the moment rather than seeing it. When the screen lights up a blurry ‘bad’ photo, most people click delete. That’s the terrifying thing about the digital-ness of our world. Photos aren’t objects anymore, just pixels. This picture of mine is totally black. If it had come out it would show my sandy bare feet in a canoe with a million phosphorescent tiny glowing lights peppered around me. I am in New Zealand travelling and I am free.
Why take photos when you can take pictures? Pictures that capture every moment instantly no matter how fleeting they are, that make the small things seem bigger, that make your memories clear. How can it be that we can say so much without words? Great photographs are a collaboration between the photographer and the model. My daughter was playing in the garden, when I looked at her through my lens, I felt like I wanted to be part of her story. These great decisions that she made, from performing cartwheels, blowing bubbles and dancing, I followed her. The fact that I could dance with her, that’s what a photographer’s looking for.
I met a girl while on holiday, and it was love at first sight.We were abroad yet both came form England.She was due back a couple of days before me, so I went with her to the Airport.We exchnaged emails/numbers and off she went.I watched as her airplane took off, it was night time, and I got my camera out.The stars were out and I looked up at her plane leaving my sight and wished I’d see her again, and at the point I took the photo of her plane, a shooting star came into view, and I caught that along with the plane in my photograph.Of course I mde my wish, and it came true, and we have been togehter 7 years and have 2 children! The photograph? we had it made into a canvas print and is above our bed.Sickly, but true:)
I am a keen angler and whilst strolling around my favourite lake I saw a young angler on a fishing platform deep in concentration, he was backlit
by the light coming off the water, which was silky smooth and furrowed by
a dabchick swimming slowly across beyond the lad!! He was oblivious to all
except his fishing float,I took his picture and titled it ”DREAM ISLAND”
because of the subdued lighting the colours are muted and add to the overall dreamy effect!!!
It’s as clear in my mind as the day I took it. But the moment, the life, both long since passed. The scorching sun of a Hungarian August reflecting from the painted plaster walls of the crumbling mud house. By the old stone steps, my great uncle. Skin and bones, and older than time. It’s strange, he never aged, he was just always the same. Skin like leather after years of ploughing the fields with Juszi, his trusty stead. His smile, oh god, his smile. I’m smiling now just thinking about it. His smile was contagious, it would creep across his face, slowly, slyly, knowingly, then in an instant would explode and fill your heart with joy. Each line on his face perfectly visible, each detailing a part of his life. A great adventure, a great loss, a great mistake. His blue canvas work apron neatly tied. Now upstairs…
It’s as clear in my mind as the day I took it. But the moment, the life, both long since passed. The scorching sun of a Hungarian August reflecting from the painted plaster walls of the crumbling mud house. By the old stone steps, my great uncle. Older than time. Skin like leather after years of ploughing the fields with his trusty stead. Oh god, his smile. I’m smiling now just thinking about it. His smile was contagious, it would creep across his face, slowly, slyly, knowingly, then in an instant would explode and fill your heart with joy.
sorry about the previous entry, convinced myself it was 150 words, redone now, under 100! this is why things that make you emontional shouldnt be posted till you double check things! if this isnt allowed, apologies, pls just delete my entries! thanks.
I was in New York last October. Beautiful fresh sunny day, just wondering around taking shots. My wife asked me to wait outside a perfumery while she popped in to look for a particular item she was after. So I waited outside like any good husband would, and when she came back out of the door I took a photograph which has captured a gentle look of slight surprise and guilt in her face and body language. I love it.
The breeze lifted the ten pound note off the pavement and it fluttered along a few feet, coming to rest against a pair of shoes. I refocused. There was someone wearing the shoes. I zoomed out to see more. She was in her early twenties, casually dressed, but not so casually looking at the tenner resting against her shoes. She looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. She bent to pick up the tenner. I zoomed in to just her hand, shoes and the banknote. Click.
On a cool crisp Autumn day I wandered down to my local Gloucester docks. A place of respite and peace amidst all the noise of the city. Completely still and quiet, hardly a ripple in the water. And as I sat gazing at the array of beautiful tall ships reflected in the tranquil mirror I saw this image forming in my minds eye. A surreal interpretation of winged sailing vessels belonging to another time. And so I took my camera out and photographed the reflection. Turning the reflection upside down the ship had taken on a complete ethereal quality. Magic!
Small, a rather worrying faint purple colour, frowning, but under 30 seconds old, my first child was just beautiful.
I was out for a stroll one brisk afternoon late fall in Northern Wisconsin when I say an old fishing boat nestled amongst some shrubs and weeds. The late sun cast the perfect light. When I loaded it to my computer and printed it it looked like a fine oil painting. Everytime I see that photo it takes me to a place of peace and calm.
I took a quick snap shot of my dad with my youngest son while we were having a meal out to celebrate my and my husband’s 25th wedding anniversary. It turned out to be a fantastic photo of dad. Sadly the photo was used in the local newspaper and in the funeral order of service after he passed away but it still remains my favourite photo of dad because it just captured him in the most perfect way. Everything that dad was is in that photo.
Ealier autumn in Rzeszow I visited my colleague and I met her. It was an impulse. I took her one photo and second and next many photos. I was fascinating her eyes and her smile. Up to this day I can’t stop to think about her although more than 12 months passed. In my the best photo she is young and look like the thirst spring flower. She is meditative. I would like to know what is she thinking about.
I would like to have a such girl. But would she like to have me?
The best photo I’ve ever taken was captured one year ago. A friend and I were treking trough a forest in Patagonia, after a two-hour walk we reach the highest point of the valley. And there it was. The sun started to set over the lake, we could see the last sun rays reflecting in the water. We could even see the moon’s silhouette in the water. That was one of the more peaceful moments I’ve ever lived and every time I stare at this picture I feel the same.
It’s not big, it’s not clever. He’d started the night with a welled up tear in his eye – he’d suffered a large electric shock that day. We headed up town and by the end of the evening he was perfectly at ease in that sun hat, sprawled on his back across the bonnet of a Triumph TR6 with a wandering eye on his half devoured burger. The image wasn’t processed for a couple of years by which time the B&W film rightly decided a few corrupted blotches would enhance the story a treat.
A sunny August afternoon up on a hillside near Largs. Two kids sit content, looking over the wee coastal toon, watching the ferries transit between the mainland and the Isle of Cumbrae. Black and white gives a classic look; a timeless image; one for the whole family to enjoy. Friendship is evident: they are enjoying each others’ company.
I stepped onto the smooth light sand, still warm from the glorious daylight which had faded shortly before and looked out over the glassey waters of a quiet secluded bay on New Zealands Coromandel coast line. The rich and mellow shades of dusk in the horizon beyond the mouth of the bay melted into eachother and a faint wind rolled off the tide to give a gentle ripple in the thin grass. I remained frozen to the spot for a minute, as if using every last drop of energy to take in every detail. Eventually I was able to wrestle the lens upward, point it straight… click! And in a split second the memory was made, forever.
On looking back through all my albums and I see this one I still pause, just a little longer than with the rest and I think “How lucky was I…”
A thick sea mist hangs like a huge blanket of cotton wool just a foot off the ground. It is only two feet thick and above that the air is clear and crisp. The early morning sun highlights the tops of the sand dunes protruding like islands above a sea of swirling of fog, like a mystery land from Camelot. It teases the imagination as to what monsters lurk beneath that cotton sea.
I was going out with this guy for a few weeks and we spent a city break in Budapest. I remember – it was a chilly cold day in March, we went to the Gellért hill – the view was amazing of Budapest, I took a picture of him, his hair was all chaotic because of the wind, but looking into his eyes through the lense, and recognizing the same love I had for him – I blushed…it was a priceless moment….and it’s my favorite photo of my husband, we’ve been happily married for 2 years now!
We were up on a hillside overlooking the town, and the sun was setting. There is a folly on the hill and it looked spectacular against the skyline with the trees behind. There were cows in the field, and one decided to lean against the folly for a good scratch. So my shot shows a happy cow and folly against the sunset. Sigh!
I was staying in Dawlish one Summer when I woke up to a typical wet, grey British Summer day! The rain was pounding on the window causing an almost watercolour view of the world outside, so I took my camera and took a photo of it. The photo was just as I had seen it – a watercolour abstract of the houses and sea in Dawlish!
The bustling wind in Antarctica was very cold. It was -30 degrees and the coldness gave all my photography equipment the bust but amazingly my Sony NEX-3 worked and I quickly took a photo in the conditions. The ice was cracking under us and we quickly ran across the ice. My friend got hypothermia and we quickly had to get her to the medical centre. A horrible day but the photo is absolutely beautiful. It has lots of snow and the glaciers ahead with a few penguins around, a great photo
i went to dallas texas last year and went to the dallas zoo
i tooks some amazing shots of a gorrilla eating hs food its very good
We had just arrived at our holiday apartment in Florida.My husband was starting to relax, sitting on the balcony, looking out over the Gulf.
I walked up behind him, camera at the ready, and captured him with one of his most familiar expressions. He looked over his shoulder at me with a little grin and one eyebrow raised quizzically.
He’s dead now, but that picture is on my sittingroom wall and I look at it every day.
There’s nothing fancy about my favourite picture but the smile that always appears on my face, makes it my ultimate favourite. Its of my younger cousin on one of the days I had to babysit him. He’s in nothing but a diaper and a tshirt, playing on our swing. He looks so happy and innocent and naughty and so full of life and love. I captured a memorable moment.
I heard a growl and then a rustle in the bush next to our group, I turned towards the sounds and saw a huge Lion looking directly towards us, his large yellow eyes gazing at me with interest, I raised my camera and very quickly took a wonderful photograph of him, we then slowly retreated, hearts thumping, he just yawned and went to sleep!
With what looked like only a few more steps to go until I reached the top of Mam Tor the sun suddenly started to go down very quickly. Puffing and panting and reaching my limit I even tried to jog the last bit but the old legs wouldn’t have it. I reached the top just in time to grab my camera from the bag and focus on the top of the Trig point as the sun started to go down behind Rushups Edge. All that way and that climb for three shots and I had to sit down in the freezing wind for ten minutes to catch my breath. Was it worth it…you bet it was I got my best shot ever and I ceratinly found out how unfit I was.
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After spending several hours at Liverpool Docks and taking over a hundred photo’s I was unhappy with every snap I took. I was hoping to take the perfect photo which I could frame and hang on my wall. I was pretty tired after crouching and bending in order to get my picture. Simply by chance I pressed the shutter and there it was, a fantastic snap of my partner just walking along side the dock! Unplanned and shear luck give me what I was after. A perfect moment captured, framed and it has taken pride of place on my wall.
I stopped for a drink at a cafe on the Tonle Sap in Cambodia,
by a Vietnamese floating village, a little one-armed girl
paddled over and gazed up at me twenty feet above,
and i grabbed a shot of her inquisitive face.
On return to the UK , i inspected the transparencies from my travels
to discover box after box of black slides, my camera shutter had died.
But one slide had half a frame exposure, little boat girl with her giant hat beside her.
I entered a drastic crop, into a photo competition, and won a trip to Singapore.
It was Guy Fawke’s night and the bonfire was crackling. The smell of cooked jacket potatoes wafted by and you could hear laughing children having fun with their sparklers. One lone boy sat on the climbing frame. The fire was in front of him, turing his body in a silhouette against the bright orange and purple flames. That picture is one filled with a quaint feeling for village life – of a single child watching the dancing fire down below. It’s beautiful and still remains by most atmospheric and best photograph.
Edvard Much perfectly describes my most favourite photograph.
“I was walking along a path with two friends – the sun was setting – suddenly the sky turned blood red – I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence – there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city – my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety – and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.”
Deep lines etch his forehead. In fact, they’re everywhere, that’s true.
They help to show his character and the struggles he’s been through.
His hair is largely missing, but what there is, is fair.
His face is kinda ruddy. His eyes just seem to stare.
Have I pictures of more quality, of more precision? Maybe.
But none that can compare with that first photo of my baby.
I spent Christmas with my fiance’s family at their home in the Philippines. There were 18 members of her family including me, all the men (5) were wearing red shirts, all the women (8) were wearing red dresses, 3 of the 5 children were wearing red shirts and two were dressed as Angels in white with little wings on their backs. We were all gathered together with the 2 Angels at the front and the rest of us stood behind them ranging in order of height from shortest to tallest. It really is the most fantastic picture i have.
arrival of night and end of the evening , air was blowing and clouds were moving. the view was Like a Silhouette. I stopped mY bike a side and captured that Moment slight. . .That was My FAvourite picture of The Time!!
I hadn’t taken light trails before and was excited about trying. However, it was a bitterly cold night and I could hardly feel my fingers. The city centre had an illuminated Big Wheel that I wanted to capture, I couldn’t get the correct composition as people were wandering around etc. I moved to the edge of the pavement and using the Big Wheel as background instead of the foreground worked wonderfully well and I had my perfect photo!
black & white photo sculpture
While traveling through the rolling hills of Branson, Missouri, our family stops at a clearing to take a family photo. With the city in the background, and a beautiful cloud configuration, we were looking at an awesome photo to remember! But wait!! A beautiful butterfly is grazing the a field of flowers in the distance. Hurry! Let’s finish this family photo so I can go get a photo of this pretty butterfly. Thankfully, my camera had enough zoom to get a close-up! Though I almost missed this spectacle of nature. ^_^
The most memorable photo I have ever taken was of my 2 year old daughter. She had on a onesie t-shirt and an old pair of my Dingo boots. This sweet child with her thick, long curly brown hair and deep chocolate eyes was hip deep in those boots. I grabbed my dad’s old SLR camera and snappped the photo. The composition captured the cute and adorable innocence of her youth perfectly.
My favorite is of my daughter when she was at her two year old birthday party. She was sitting at an old standup piano plunking away with a tremendous smile. Just wonderful.
It was in March 2010 when i entered Mecca in Saudia Arabia to pray in the Kaaba when i finished my pray i found the most beautiful moment at the beginning of the sun rise in that mourning i took my small compact camera (Sony S700) that was hidden in my small pocket . It was a great moment when i felt that i had the ability to take such images in the most holy Muslims place in Mecca .
I love my dogs and I love taking photos of them – its great to capture their expressions. I wanted to take a picture of them as they bounded towards me so I made them sit (they are pretty well trained in some things!) and wait whilst I walked down the hill, setting my camera to a fast ISO and shutter speed to catch their movement. I lay down in the longish grass and focused on them and blew my whistle (the command to come to me). Boy – was it fast!! they shot down the hill towards me at breakneck speed and I had my finger pressed on the shutter as one of them bounded over the top of me, clonking me on the back of the head, and the other ran into me!!! cursing, I was covered in licks and I had to laugh and forgive them. When I looked at the display, there was the most perfect shot of them both mid air with their ears at wild angles! It went on to win a major prize and remains my favourite EVER shot!
Getting up early because of the snow, I put my camera gear in the car and went to work. Running early, I parked and set up to take some light trails. I set the tripod low, and used an 8 second exposure, no flash; a car came along exactly in the right position and I took the shot, went onto work and thawed out.
Checking later, everything was perfect; camera angle, headlights, snow, exposure, lens flare, everything. Well pleased!
I entered a local photo competition, (for the first time), and got first and best in show with this photo.
A cold winters day, a young (ish) Mum with a 4 year old girl and 2 year old girl decides to wrap them up and take them for a walk to feed the ducks. The girls are playing dress up and the Small One refuses to remove her tutu…. Cue walking to the lake wrapped in thick winter coats, jeans, boots… and one pink tutu…. the bread gets thrown over the double bar railing and then the girls hold onto the top bar and try to peer over, on tippee-toes, at the ducks eating… click! Although you can only see the back of them in the picture – not their faces – it captures the feel of the day and will always be my favorite picture of my two babies
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I was at my first Glastonbury Festival in 1986. It was the Sunday Evening. Gil Scott Heron came on. I was at the front of the stage. He then points. I frame the picture with my Mamiya 645 with a 210mm lens. I have light behind. Of course I cannot be certain till a week later but I have good feeling. See a version of the image today on Official Glastonbury site celebrating the Man’s life.
While on a short vacation trip to the Boston area, my wife and I went on a Lighthouse picture treasure hunt for our best friend’s elderly father who loves lighthouse photos. We came up on an incredible sight of a beautiful lighthouse on the coast with deep blue sparkling water and a coastline lined with yellow wild flowers and deep green grass. The afternoon sun was perfect highlighting all the rich colors. It truly was the perfect setting for a memorable photo that made an old man very happy.
I was traveling to visit a small village called Sangbarala on the banks of the river Niger in Guinea, West Africa. The morning after I arrived, I wandered through mud huts of the village snapping photos. A preteen girl stood next to a light brown wall with her infant brother strapped to her back with a colorful cotton cloth. In the photo, his eyes glow with the sunlight and his skin is dark and smooth. But his expression—intensely focused on the camera, and his dark eyes perfectly in focus—makes this probably the best photo I’ve ever taken.
It was a bright late spring morning. I was the front seat on a tandem bicycle riding fast beside Tappen Lake in Ohio when my partner told me to stop quickly that there was a Heron on the marsh about 100 yards to our left. Breathing hard I got my camera, a point and shoot, extended the telephoto as far as I could, held my breath and got several photos before the bird flew away. It was like he waited from me to take the photo. Amazingly when I processed the photos they were sharp and clear. That made my day.
In the early morning that I was on the waterfront and pulled out my camera to make beautiful sunrise pictures I saw it on the spur of the moment everything was right and shoot a couple pictures. As I was going home I turn on my computer and put in the memory card out of the camera there it was the stunning pictures I was dreaming of for a long time. Well I have A lot off dreams so next day the the hunt for best picture will go’s on!
The best picture I have is in Lapland,
i took the streams not flowing covered in ice,
To take my children falling over not once but twice,
As I leave the cabin I touch the icy prickling snow
And notice my children’s faces all aglow,
Silver trunks of trees glowing at night
Snow covered landscapes very bright
I see carriages pulled by dogs in a line,
The barking midst the passing of time.
The best photo i have ever taken is also the last one i took of my great grandmother. Christmas just past, everyone went to my parents house. We were all gathered in the living room, my great grandmother, grandmother, mum and dad, me and my son. Five generations of one family in the same room. Tacky Christmas decorations that my mum has had since i was young hung from the ceiling. The heating was on too high, everyone was wearing either nice clothes that they had bought for Christmas or jumpers my nan had made as a gift. It was a typical Christmas photo, not everyone was looking at the camera because they were too busy laughing but it captured everything that i loved about Christmas
Standing above it, it looked nice. Afterwards, it looked lovely – smooth, velvety, with a white micro tree sitting near the middle like a jewel. The blacks are to the reds like knights are to a king and the reds are to the whites like a king to his queen, well in concert with their tenderness.
cyprus with its many exotic lights
And the moons entirety,
overwhelmed the sea at night,
the tranquillity in the dark,
almost frozen in time,
as no wind blows,
no leaves fall,
suspended in time,
the view of the light from the sea will always be mine.
I live in a small town close by a large church which is almost invariably empty in the daytime. I love church interiors so I wandered in one chilly February afternoon and noticed the sun streaming through a small stained glass alcove window with the light streaming across the aisle and laying down the most beautiful blue and yellow bands of light on the church floor and walls. I took a number of shots of this unexpected lightshow but having only a little bridge camera with me I was not expecting such good exposures as I achieved.
my favourite photograph shows a female starling flying into its nest, which is in a red postbox, with a grub in its beak to feed its young. The ingenuity of making its nest in a postbox for protection is astounding; as is the structure of its bowed wing against the background light. It took much patience and luck to achieve such a stunning photograph.
I took this photograph of my cat because
Frozen in time,
His eyes look up to mine,
Brown fur and a white smudgy face,
And I know he needs nothing else but my warm embrace.
He purrs and wraps himself around me,
To show me that he cares
Tickling me with his tail as he does,
As I sit in my chair.
Time has no barrier
Like his love for me that he shows,
As He meows with a long lasting purr
And nudges me with his nose.
Love this picture
It was in a birthday party, with a small darkness when I managed to take a photo of my girlfriend. Her face was focused downward avoiding meet my sight.Three colleagues appear on that photos.
A sunset on a beach in Tobago. The sun was setting below black rainclouds sihouetting a local fisherman on the beach. I love this photo as the colours have a lot of puch because of the really dark sky and the fisherman adds a focal point to the sunset photo.
It was late one Hallow’s Eve and, foolishly, I had agreed to take part in a ghost hunt. We had the location, EMF meter, we had the video camera with night vision, we had dowsing rods, we had the self-proclaimed ghost expert and we had a cheapo digital camera. Nothing had been seen or heard that couldn’t be attributed to wildlife and so we decided to call it a night. As we turned to leave the Abbey ruins, I decided on a whim to take a couple of shots of “Hermit’s Cave” and the old archway which is all that remains of Dale Abbey. There was a reasonable moon, the camera had a flash and I thought that if nothing else, I might get a nice moonlit shot of an interesting piece of local history.
Glancing through them the next day, I was stunned when I looked at the photo of “Hermit’s Cave” to see a distinct human shape standing at the entrance to the cave. I showed my fellow ghost hunters and all were as stunned as I. We all agreed that there had been nobody there when the photo was taken. Did we capture a ghost? I don’t know, but it’s an awesome talking point.
Whilst touring Canada, we visited the Spanish Aerocar, spanning the Niagara River. Unfortunately my fear of heights made it impossible for me to cross. After a few snapshots we drove away, only to turn back realising I could not let this opportunity pass me by.
With great trepidation I plucked up courage to climb aboard (or was I pushed). Thank goodness I did! The veiw from the car was out of this world. With autumnal colours of the trees in reds, yellows, oranges & greens along with the deep turquoise of the river made the most spectacular photo imaginable!
Travelling is my passion, The Taj Mahal is the most amazing and emotional building I’ve ever seen. Took a photo of it through an arch way out of this world. It was built by Mughal emperor Shah Jahan in memory of his third wife Mumtaz Mahal. The construction began around 1632 and was completed around 1653. It’s built entirely of white marble, absolutely stunning architecture. A place I had to touch with my bare hand.
It was the middle of a day of the last winter. The day was cold and windy. I took my two years daughter to the zoo with my wife and mother. This was the first time my daughter went to a zoo. She was so excited and amazed to see different types of animals and birds. When we were in front of the loin cage the lion starts roaring which frightening my daughter so we leave this place immediately and after a few yards of the cage we found a bench just beside a big L shaped lake where we sit for rest. From here we can hear the roar of the lion so my daughter hugs my mother’s neck so tightly but she was smiling with a frightening face to show that she was not frightened which seems so interesting. I took a photo of her frightening but smiling face. This was one of my best photo I have ever taken.
I managed to capture a beautiful sunset, the clouds contrasted perfectly with the dramatic reds in the sky. Normally when I take these shots they never look as good as the original but this looked gorgeous
It was the last full day of an amazing trip to the Galapagos Islands and the plan was to spend the morning on the beach for some relaxation time for my son. He’d had a brilliant time, learnt lots and really enjoyed the holiday.
When we got to the beach, there was a group of sealions there, sunning themselves. It was a fairly large group and included a few young ones who were very playful. One in particular took a shine to my son, and for the next 40 mins the two of them played in the surf – rolling in the waves and generally having fun. It was like watching a boy play with his pet dog !
My favourite picture is one where they’re both lying on the sand and a wave is just breaking over my son – beautiful and brings back such good memories for both of us….
The photograph I captured was on a Nokia N8, it has a bluebell flower in focus in the foreground, with a beautiful path, surrounded by trees out of focus behind. The eye is drawn towards the bluebell, but then lead down the out of focus woodland path behind it. The shadows cast by the sun flowing through the trees create beautiful drama in the background adding to the interest of the woodland path.
My favourite picture was taken when I was very young. I was on a school trip to Paris and whilst everyone else was hanging back to take a picture of the Eiffel Tower I went under it and took a picture up through its centre. I love the different perspective, the angles and weirdness of the shot. It started a fascination of shooting architecture from unusual viewpoints and almost everywhere I go I have found some way of approaching buildings that we all think we know. It all stemmed from that one pic from Paris.
my fav photo i took was of my mum on hoiliday because after we got of hoiliday she became ill and got diagnoised with cfs so that photo reminds me of the good times we had before she got ill
Namtso Lake. Background deep blue skies sport fluffy candyfloss clouds that hover over half a dozen snow capped peaks juxtaposing the barren brown soils at their base. A tranquil lake takes centre stage and in the foreground on the shoreline lay three off-white yaks, the two behind the nearest exact echoes. Coarse fluffy hair competing with smooth, curved horns and happy cudding faces. The eye is drawn however to the bright vivid colours of the hand made blankets beneath well worn saddles and the fourth yak unsaddle, nor blanket, that pulled guard duty, mournfully staring at the mountains afar.
My first photograhpy outing, id been taking photos for nearly 3 hours at our local National Trust park but none had stuck me as amazing. Just as i was about to exit the park the sun was starting to set and alone in a field of yellow daisys stood a lone purple thistle in full bloom. With the sun behind it you could see every vein on the thistles petal and behind the out of focus yellow daisys it looked stunning.
On a dreary day, I decided to bake something (which I rarely did). When my made-up-recipe was done baking, the batter had turned into perfect miniature cakes, almost as light as air! At that exact moment, the sun broke through the clouds. Putting one cake on a small dish, dusted it with powder-sugar, and took it outside for a photo. A greyish background, but a cute little cake beaming in the middle in a sunbeam-spotlight. How something that small can brighten up your day! Feel happy. Since that day, I can be found in the kitchen almost every single day!
My favourite photograph that I have taken was of the seaside outside my house. It was getting close to about 8pm and it was still a little bit light outside. But the sky was that deep orange-pinkish colour, and the moon was quite far down, so you could see it’s refelction in the sea! It was just a beautiful picture and I was very pleased with it.
My favourite picture is quite a random one actually. It was a photo of my house whilst half built. I bought off plan, so had to wait six months whilst a muddy building site was turned into my future home. I took the picture on one of my many visits. For me it’s a snapshot in time, and whenever I see it, I am transported back to the time (and the stresses) of buying my first home.
Standing on the viewpoint with a sheer 800ft drop straight onto the merciless rocks below, with the wind in my hair, the sun warming my back and the sea air in my nostrils, I look down over the jagged ridge tops of this former glacial valley, beyond the point where the land drops steeply into the inhospitable sea and on to the piles of rocks and stones that form the basis of legends and tales of star-crossed lovers, witches and smugglers. There may even be a baby goat hiding in the fresh summer heather on the steep slopes.
My favourite picture is of my dog on her first day trip out! She is a rescue dog and had a terrible life before we got her, she was even afraid to go out into the garden.
On our first proper day trip out with her, we took her to Wales and stopped by a lake for a picnic.
On the picture she is standing on a little hillock of grass, ears high on top of her head, surveying all around her in a very concentrated interest. Her eyes are bright and alert, and she is so happy. The world is a new found wonder.
Every parents dream is to catch that one shot of their children & I did it. They’d been happily joking together & even though two was in their PJs, one still in uniform & the other in a dress, the shot catched that moment perfectly, just of their smiling faces, close together, no arguing, just the four of them looking happy & contented with eachother.
They are 11, 12, 14 & 15 now & in all the years of taking photos of them, thats still the one. Perfect.
My favourite photo was another odd one. My self and my husband to be visited Comrie where I just to go for all my childhood holidays. We were taking photo’s of the church there as I have found memories of sitting on the riverbank in the sunnyshine looking around and the church was always somehow in my view.
When the photo was developed there was a definite ghost captured on the film. It deed send chills down our spine
My favourite photo is my daughters jumping up and down in the snow. It is in the woods at the local park when the snow caught everyone out this year.
There is snow everywhere are the girls had to keep jumping up and down until we got the perfect shot. It makes me laugh everytime I see it
The back silouette of a dishevelled, but proud old man sitting on the Thames Embankment looking towards London Bridge. It was a beautiful summers evening at twilight and it felt as if his life had been encapsulated in that one bright day beforehand…youth,love,loss,hope and adventure… and he was missing it. Looking to some far off place in time to think perhaps what might have been.I hoped the next morning would be happier for him and that perhaps I was wrong (presumptuous) and he would return to some happy family and situation.
We travelled to Italy for Mr Grumpy’s 50th birthday and, as expected, while I swooned over every tourist destination, the grumpy one muttered about ‘crowds’; ‘graffiti’ and ‘priests’ (we were in Rome around Eastertime for goodness sake, what did he expect!)
We took a daytrip to Florence and the light was stunning. The whole city had a glorious pink glow about it and as we wandered I noticed a strange phenomenon…a smile began to spread across a half century old face.
As we stood on a bridge across the Arno taking snapshots, another tourist offered to take a photo of us. His Grumpiness muttered about handing over the camera but the result was magnificent! A glorious pink tinged sky, a fabulous landscape…and a smile on Mr Grumpy’s face.
I have it in pride of place on my bedroom wall just to prove he really can crack a smile occasionally.
I wanted to spend a bit of fun time with our son David after the birth of his sister. I grabbed my Hexar loaded with black and white film and hunted him paparazzi style round our bedroom. I took a picture every time I saw his face come out from hiding and he was really enjoying the game and giggling a lot. He hid under the duvet and began to lift the edge to see if I was there. He peered out, head to one side and then really laughed. I got the photo I’ll cherish for a lifetime.
Favourite photo is of Niagra falls – its surprising just how close to the edge of the falls you can get and the picture shows in the foreground the brilliant blue water just rushing over the lip of the waterfall and its a blur such is the speed and in the background the eruption of what is best described as steam (but obviously spray)of the falls against a stunning blue sky with the curve of the horseshoe falls running through the picture – I could honestly stand at that spot every day for the rest of my life
The best picture I have ever taken was where I caught my eldest son scoring the winning goal for his football team in the cup final. It was a hot day and both teams were getting exhausted. The score was 0-0 with about 5 minutes left. One of my son’s team-mates done a really impressive run up the left side followed by an equally impressive cross into the box which my son connected to with a great shot into the top corner. how I managed to get such a good picture I never know as my hands were shaking like mad but I got the exact moment the ball hit the net.
the first day i brought my son home after giving birth i took a photo of my partner holding him. it wasnt until i had the film developed that i realised how special that photo was. it was a photo that captured so many emotions all at once. Unconditional love for this brand new tiny human, so much pride that he might burst, fear of the unknown, and complete trust as our son slept safely and contently in his fathers arms.
My Favorite photograph is a photograph I had taken of my grandmother and my two sons. My Grandmother came to England for the first and only time in 1983, from Trinidad. I took a photo of my grandmother and my two sons hugging my grandmother and it will be a living memory of that special evening. My grandmother went back to Trinidad the following year and died six months later. This proves to me that the more photgraphs you take the more memories you capure forever.
My favorite photograph is a tiny 1 day old gecko rare new caledonian Crested Gecko that I hatched myself, she is sat on a houseplant and it turned out so well that it has been blown up to 3 ft and hangs in my living room where everyone comments on it
The favourite photo I have ever taken is actually a basic one of my two children asleep in the back of the car after the first day of our dream holiday to Orlando, Florida. The children were exhausted after a great day and my wife was driving along the 192 with all of it’s lights and excitement and it is one of the best feelings I have ever had, the photo reflects this! I love it!
I was at the Wildfowl and Wetlands Trust with my family and my trusted camera – I’m always on the lookout for photographic opportunities! The swans were, as always, majestic and graceful as they showed off their beauty. But I had plenty of pictures of swans – preening, wings open, face shots – I wondered how I could shoot something a bit different today? As if answering my question, I suddenly noticed a flurry of activity. It was feeding time for these wonderful creatures and they all glided, some flapping their wings into the feeding area. Now I could see the picture forming …white feathers, slender necks, orange bills and black faces – all combining together into a flurry of white, orange and black and nothing else. But the timing was still not right. I knew exactly what I wanted or rather what I didn’t want. The water was not to feature – I just wanted three colours to grace the whole of my photo. It wasn’t easy to shoot and I tried different shots but each time, the water glistened between the feathers. I was panicking a little as I knew there was only a slight window of opportunity now as some of the swans were moving away from each other. But then I saw it…a cluster of white, black and orange – the swans so close together that the water had failed to show. I took the shot and smiled. I had certainly shot something a little different today!
I have a nice photograph of my motorbike which I had just parked after a short run. It was a wet day but bright day, but what really made the photograph was the rainbow forming behind it. It’s a nice photo to have because I’m going to have to sell that bike soon. and it kind of represents me finally getting over my fear of riding.
Probably a picture of all my family on having a lovely picnic in Dunstable. Lovely sunny day last July.
This stunning and dramatic scenery is of me and my sister in Boracay. With big grins on our faces, we were at the center of the picture while the tropical paradise island of Boracay served as the backdrop. On the right side, the beach was long, lined with palm trees along a stretch of white powdery sand. On the left, there’s the wide turquoise ocean dotted with colorful sail boats. Our feet were dipped in crystal clear water while the breeze of the coast was making our hair fly. All these were shot under a spotless sunny, blue sky.
My favourite photograph is old. It is from a time of film-loaded cameras and red-eyed bright flashes. This photo is of my person. The ones we keep in wallets and purses, the hand cut shrunk down pieces of photos cropped in on a smiley face. This photo is full of fingerprints and lipstick kisses, this photo is well-travelled and bleached from the sunlight. Yellowing and frayed edges show its roundness from its former rectangular self. We all have these snippets, these favourite photographs we have as keep-sakes that remind us we have somebody tucked away in a safe place.
The easiest part was jumping off the top,
following those harepin bends and 100ft drop.
My most precious family were soaring high,
I was getting delirious I was about to fly.
I was in the cool great heights were condors prey,
my view of the earth no picture could portray.
I can taste the air, I can touch the gold,
see a lego village scattered below
The golden sunset was waving goodbye
melting in the ocean, darkening the sky.
Seeing my family no moment like this
our canopies touched for an intimate kiss
With four small children, it is not that often that my wife and I get time to ourselves but last May we managed to coincide a day off when the children were still in school. We headed for the Speyside Way, parked the car at Craigellachie and made our way up the side of Ben Aigan. As we climbed up through the trees we could feel the air temperature dropping and then as we crested the hill the trees opened up and we were lit up by the lovely warm spring sun. The view over the Spey valley was spectacular so I got my wife to sit on a fence and took what is my most favourite picture of her. The rosey colour in her cheeks from the cold Scottish air combined with the sunshine on her hair help to frame her against that awesome scenery.
my favourite photo was one taken of my dog, Billy
Billy never sits still! so the photo was a real challenge. after a lot of coaxing to no avail, I tried another tactic. In one hand, I waved a piece of ham over my head and with my other hand took a photo of him looking at me.
I laughed so much that day and I still love the photos to this day
Walking through the open door of the Basilica Notre Dame, Montreal in Canada, we were struck dumb when we saw the interior ,and the hairs on the back of our necks stood to attention .
The church is the most beautiful I have ever had the honour to visit .
Decorated in many shades of blue with a beautiful altar ,the interior doesn’t rely on fancy windows or expensive artwork,but its own rare beauty . The church was designed by a protestant architect,who was so impressed by the beauty of his building that he asked to be buried there .
The Church refused unless he changed religion ….and he did !!
I took my favourite photograph on my phone. I didn’t even know my phone HAD a camera, I was trying to send a text to my daughter at the time! But I caught my feet instead, busy and hurried in my favourite open-toed shoes. I was on my way to meet her and I was happy. The pavement beneath me looks whisked away by the walk. We meet for tea outside in London and I show her my text message accidental picture, she makes it my phone background and I’ve kept it ever since as our memory of meeting.
Mine was the last photo of my mum when she was well before she died. She’d just had her hair cut really short ready for chemo, and it suited her and she looked beautiful. I took a photo to show her how she looked, and she looked really well in the pic. It was the last ever pic of her well and very treasured.
I hope to be the next David Bailey
Old trees, worn by time, stand watching the door to another world, crumbling white flakes of paint forced free by the weathers harsh spirit. The door leans, alone, against a forgotten countryside fence under a rumbling amber sky.
it was new year’s day 2 years ago. 5am in the morning on a very cold & clear day. standing on the top step outside in the garden looking over the town in live in below. it felt as if i was the only person awake (apart from the birds) on this new day, of a brand new year! while everyone else was in bed recovering from new year celebrations, i was enjoying the fresh an very frosty new day
Blackpool. The gentle warmth of a northern summer’s day on my face. The taste of salt from the sea air and fresh chips I’d had for lunch. The smell of candy floss and fresh doughnuts drifting on the breeze from near Central Pier. The rumble of tram wheels on rail, laughter of children enjoying themselves on the beach, and scream of someone as the ride they’re on hits the spot. But I’m here for to see a more extreme ride, for a very different smell. I find a good spot to take the photo I want, frame up and with a roar and soft shutter click I’ve got it. As the Tower pins the prom to the sky scene right, the crowd looks to the left, coloured ribbons threading the sky. At their head the Red Arrows. What makes this my favourite photo though is that I chanced to stand behind 3 women, one wearing a red top, one a white top, and one a blue top, echoing the Arrows’ ribbons above them. It is my very British photo, my favourite photo.
Over 30yrs ago I was preparing for my nieces wedding we had all been given a disposable camera. A complete novice at photogrphy at the time I inadvertently clicked the button and took a photo of what I though was the floor. When the film was processed there was my two young Cassie age 3 was sat so closed to the TV it was steaming up and the other, 18 months old Leon, was unravelling the wool from my knitting needles! At that time it’s was the most natural photo I had ever taken!
A gray, crowded London day had left me with few photos, so I headed out after dark and wandered along the Thames. The Palace of Westminster, Big Ben and the Westminster Bridge were bathed in a warm artificial light. The gray sky was now midnight blue and the reflections in the dark, flowing waters of the Thames quieted the scene. Perfect London! The few passers by spoke in hushed tones, voices stolen by the idyllic scene. Managing to capture all this in a photo would be awesome – and it is!
I choose to be one of the last visitors of the day at the top of Galata Tower in Istanbul, hoping to catch a glimpse of the warm sunset light wrapping around the old city buildings.
As I turned towards the Golden Horn my eyes were caught by a last ship crossing the straight before night would set in. On the glowing sea the ship was heading towards the dark shore drawing white traces that aligned behind her as flock of birds.
All my hopes were fulfilled: I knew this was the photo that will make my day worthwhile.
My favourite photo was taken on the 29th March 2012. I was birthing partner for my daughter as my first grandchild came into the world and I was lucky enough to be able to take the first ever photo of her, i’ve since taken over 150 but this will always be the most special. She was only minutes old and at the exact moment i took the photo she opened her eyes for the first time, they were the biggest blue eyes ever and i was instantly in love
I didn’t really know him,
But still I clicked away,
I guess I wanted a reminder
of this simple London day,
He smiled oh so broadly
he has such a cheeky grin
deep set eyes and spiky hair
a manly looking chin
cars and people going past
while he struck his pose
It was then I took the shot
just as he scratched his nose!
I laughed because the picture
is exactly what I wanted
Its the man I fell in love with
who has never taken me for granted.
I took the pic on our first date
and it sits proudly on our wall
a reminder of that perfect day,
When I began to fall….
We sat in my mum’s garden on a warm, summer’s evening. We were chatting when, suddenly, she cast her head back and laughed heartily, showing a row of perfect, straight top teeth. I hadn’t seen her laugh in such a long time but since this new set from the dentist, she couldn’t stop! The shackles were off! I fumbled for the camera, and captured sheer happiness. I photographed love and life in that split second. It wasn’t perfect, a bit blurred, but it’s dear to me: a moment of digitally frozen joy which will be forever imprinted in my heart.
In the early to mid 1900s, forestry men and women in the Appalachian mountains of the United States used towers built at the peaks to spot forest fires. Today very few of them still stand, however I was able to visit one last autumn while on a camping trip. From a high vantage point, this photo captures the tower at dusk – standing as a lonely and rusted sentinel, 3000 feet above the valley it was built to protect. There’s a beautiful yet stark contrast between the cold unmoving fire tower and the spirited valley that’s forgotten it below.
A new Crocus opening in the morning, surrounded my a frost with bees harvesting it’s nectar. Nature at it’s finest!
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