Light on the wood floor

It’s an overcast day today and a good day to turn over the garden and plant my bean seeds. I always get a good feeling when I work with the soil and today was no different. It felt good to spend the morning digging in the dirt.
Today’s picture was made on Thursday morning. I was killing time at a photo op for a credit union that was donating money to an historical society to restore this old home into a museum. This was one of the empty bedrooms on the second floor. I love the way the light came into the room and I also love the wood floor. Empty rooms hardly ever stay that way.

Remsenburg NY

So, I came across this sign Thursday and thought it was weird. I don’t understand the need for a caution sign before a post office, maybe before a pub or a nightclub, but a post office? There were signs on both the east and west sides of the road. Is the “caution” because of the unfounded reputation of postal workers? Or, are we to be cautious of drivers so emotional over the latest bill, or letter from Aunt Jane or whatever else that they just might pull out of the post office parking lot without looking for on-coming traffic?
I feel bad for our post office. They, like many other businesses are dealing with tough times. I’m sure with e-mail, cell phones and electronic bill paying their business will continue to dwindle.
Maybe then they’ll replace those signs with Caution Historic Site Ahead.
Happy holiday to everyone.

East River, Eastport, NY

As I was driving west on my way to work yesterday the sun had helped make a beautiful reflection on the river. It was like a glass mirror reflecting the warm glow of the rising morning sun. I had a hard time finding a place to park; there were no parking signs everywhere. So I pulled into someone’s driveway and grabbed my gear fast. When I got to the river, two swans started their swim towards me ruining the whole mirror.
I’m not totally unhappy with what I was able to get. Post production in ACR and Photoshop as well as Photomatix Tonal Mapping all were used to get the final results you see here.

Peeling paint

I passed this barn today and needed to turn around. Today’s post is another trespassing photo; I knew I would find something of interest once I got up close. No post production in this image.

Well lit Parking Area

Things can look so different because of light. I pass this sign almost every day on my way home. Today, because of the setting sun and the ominous clouds it was worthy of my attention. I never realized how big the sign was until I was standing right in front of it.

Pell's Pots

It’s nice to have an overcast day; colors look more saturated. Bill Pell is a local baymen and today’s post is a buoy and oyster pot, Colorful buoys are another subject that I have a hard time walking away from without making a photo. No post production, just a straight photograph

Saturday Night Special

This as an image I made yesterday after I took Evan to the village. I fooled around with Adobe Raw Converter to get the high contrast look.. I’m not sure I'm finished with it.

Home Alone

It’s not often I get a quite night alone. My oldest son is up at college. The middle guy and my wife are looking at a school in Vermont, and I just dropped my thirteen year old off at the cinema to see Monsters vs Aliens. Quite.
It’s still raining. The weekend should be clear. It would be nice if I could get some yard work done. I wanted to see that movie too.

Spring rain

On my walk this morning, there was a light rain. It felt good and the paths looked mystical. Buds have started to open. Rain was collecting in the tiny pockets formed by these little leaves. It was refreshing to say the least.

Blue, in the rain.

Another rainy day has to be a sure sign that spring is on the way.
I found these plastic trays stacked up outside a local chain drugstore. I liked the blue and the drops of rain. I did crop the image to give it a slant. It was boring straight.

Some Thoughts

My life as a photographer has given me the opportunity to look at the world as an observer. The consequence being that I cannot be both the observer and the active participant at the same time. I use the adjective active because photographers no matter how impartial make decisions that effect how a viewer sees what the photographer photographed.
The decision of what lens I use, where I stand to get the best angle, how I ultimately process it, the size and usage all will have an effect on the final image and consequently what the viewer feels. So I do participate, just not upfront.
A bullet kills once a lens kills over and over. I’m not sure who spoke those words, but with that in mind the photographer is very much part of the action.
But are photographers artists? Do I deserve credit as an artist because I saw and photographed Pussy Willow, or today’s post of rain on pine needles? These things were not created by me, I just happened to observe them. I’m not saying photographers are not artists. Some make beautiful constructed photographs. In fact it wasn’t too long ago that I spent hours printing in the darkroom to make a print that I found perfect. Maybe I was an artist then, but now, I don’t think so.
These days, I just think of myself as someone with a camera pointing out things others have missed because of busy schedules or limited resources. Enjoy.

Card Collection

I’ve been so busy and unmotivated lately and it shows in my lack of posts. The weather hasn’t helped, the calendar says spring, but it’s been cold and windy. I went for a walk along the Carmen’s River in Shirley. All I came back with were two photos of Skunk Cabbage and one texture study of an old fallen tree. I didn’t even want to download them.
We got a new desktop computer this past week, an imac. We love that it’s all contained. Very neat and minimalist, nether of which describe my family and I. I’ve been spending most of my free time setting it up. Today, I have memory coming, and that will need to be installed. It doesn’t look too difficult.
Today’s picture post is from May 17, 2008. As I was going through files of photographs I came across this one. I made this image at a hamburger joint somewhere upstate New York. I don’t remember where we were, just that we had picked up Brian from
Potsdam and were heading home. It was somewhere off the New York Thruway.
I made this image while waiting for our food order to be ready. I wish it were sharper. I must have had low blood sugar, it was made at a 1/50 of a second which I can usually hand hold.
The warm tone of the wood panel and diffused light attracted me as well as all the business cards. Tucked up in the far left corner is a prayer card. There were local business cards as well as cards from New York City, all testament for the good food and fair prices. It’s a shame I can’t remember where it was.

Spring

I can’t believe yesterday was the first day of spring. We’ve had a cold snowy winter and I’m looking forward to warmer weather. Today’s picture of our Pussy Willow plant was made Thursday morning. We planted this bush in the fall and I forgot what it was. When I saw the cotton-like buds, I told my wife that I think it’s a Pussy Willow bush. She say that’s what it was when we purchased it last fall. So much for my memory.

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day

I covered a fundraiser/Saint Patty’s day breakfast this morning in Sayville. It was at The Lands End, a place my dad and I used to go to when I was just a kid. It brought back memories.
We lived in Sayville on Greeley Avenue in a rental house that was between a Jewish Temple and a greenhouse business. We were waiting for our house to be built. I think about that mouse-infested place often.
My sister, brother and I all shared one of the two bedrooms. Our bedroom window had a clear view to the train station and we would sit and watch for the train that grandma was on when she visited. We were probable in that house for less than a year; I can’t remember a Christmas there.
Sayville is a nice town; it has some old homes with lots of character. It has a thriving downtown shopping area and waterfront activities on the Great South Bay. Most of all it brings back memories of growing up for me.
The Lands End, that was its name when I was a kid forty years ago. The single story apartment building that my friend Joe Goral lived in is still across the street. It’s not red any more they painted it tan. It all looks the same as the mental image stored in my brain.
I parked there with a girl friend one night, while enjoying the salted night air off the bay things got hot and heavy. A policeman came and knocked on the car window. He didn’t wait around; he just wanted us to move on. Scared the two of us right back into our clothes. We never heard him pull up behind us.
I can here Joe banging out a Joni Mitchell song on the piano. Sayville has some good memories.

The Old Plymouth

I made this image at a Saint Patrick’s Day parade yesterday. I wasn’t in a creative mood yesterday, either at the parade or later when I went for a walk around Camp Edie in Sayville. It didn’t help that it was overcast and cold, a good day to walk in a parade. I just couldn’t’ t get the creative juices flowing.

The Harbor Seal

My family and I made breakfast for the homeless through our church yesterday morning. We’ve been doing this for a few years. We get up at 4:45, and make pancakes or eggs for 30 or so homeless folks that are picked up and housed overnight in local churches. We are part of a group that volunteers for a nondenominational organization called Maureen’s Haven. . Maureen’s Haven, rotates among a few churches here on the eastern end of Long Island, and runs over the winter months when the elements are most severe. It’s an eye opening experience and I’m glad the boys come and help. We always get to work with some nice folks.
This time we meet a new couple that just joined Christ Our Saviour Lutheran Church. Colleen is a bike rider who rides with our pastor. We’ve heard stories about her and bike riding for quite some time from Pastor. So it was nice to put a face to the name. Her husband, Phil told us about a seal release that was going to take place at noon. Even though I needed to go to a meeting, I was able to meet my wife and sons at the release point and watch as the second Harbor Seal get released into the wild.
This little guy did not want to swim away. He kept rolling around in the surf back towards the crowd on the beach. Being so late I couldn’t really get to close. There were little children in front of me and they kept walking in front of my camera. This is one of the only images I’m happy with.

Those Damn Geese

I’ve been walking past these decoys for weeks. They belong to my nephew, my son Evan and I walk past them on they way to the school bus stop every morning. Back during the heavy snow I walked over with my camera, but I visualized it differently that what was actually there. Yesterday the light seemed right so I made an image or two.
This is the better of the two.
Geese are a problem for some people here on Long Island. Their natural predators have declined helping their population to grow. Geese overwhelm many of the park grasslands and waterways. Their waist product pollutes many small bodies of water and makes sitting on the rolling parks lawns impossible without getting filthy.
One of the municipalities I do work for has hired dogs to annoy the geese, causing them to move on to other spots. My nephew hunts geese in season for those that find the meat a delicacy. It’s too bad the two couldn’t work together.

Rusty old wheelbarrow

I missed a post or two, I’m not crazy about anything I have and I haven’t been able to get out and look around. This morning I changed this image from color to grayscale, and thought it was worthy to post.
It comes from the radar site that I visited last Sunday afternoon. I was first drawn to the rusty color, a repeating theme in my photography, and the round wheel. It lacked something even after I processed it as an HDR image.
I’m happier with it now.

Old Umbrella

Today’s photo was made on Sunday, March 8th at the radar site. The colorful old umbrella caught my eye along the roadside. I thought it might look good as a HDR photograph. I found the folds and shadows along with the yellow and gray materials an interesting study in line and color.

Nothing to say

I’ve been saving this image for when, like the sign, I have nothing to say.
This was made on February 23 on one of my walks. I posted it as a color image and gray scale because I couldn't make up my mind. I like the colors reflecting in the worn sign.

Just Under The Radar

I made today’s image up in Calverton. I’ve driven past this place hundreds of times and even seen it in another photographer’s images. I’ve always wondered what it was. Open fields and no trespassing signs surround it. As usual my curiosity got the best of me and today I went to take a closer look.
It’s a radar devise for the FAA. It looks so threatening.
Back in high school I made a photo essay on things that scare children. Most of the items I photographed were tall and ominous. Back then we always used black and white film, so I converted this image to grayscale.
Had I known about this place back then, it would have been included in that essay.
But it’s just a radar devise to guide commuter air traffic.

Empty risers

I made this image last night while waiting to make the photo I was there to make. I’m a sucker for a silhouette.

TGIF

Thank God It’s Friday doesn’t have the same meaning to a working photographer. I have an assignment this morning and another at 7:30 tonight and tomorrow night. I’m not complaining, it’s how the bills get paid. The weekend nights I have off are far and few between. So I’ll just look at the colorful cocktails. Bottoms-up, this round's on me!

Sign of the Times

Sign of the Times

A handful of brightly colored, crushed lottery tickets on the wet parking lot pavement caught my eye yesterday. Colorful dreams purchased with hard-earned money turned into litter. I didn’t win, it’s someone else’s problem now. Almost everything about the lottery is an illusion, except the trash.
A week or two ago while waiting to pay for my morning coffee, the young lady ahead of me was buying lottery tickets. She was picking and choosing which games to play, “I’ll take two $500 A Week for Life games and one Loose Change, give me a Lucky Cash X10, two Cashtastic’s, four Monopoly’s, three In the Money’s, no, make that two In the Money’s and two Set for Life games.”
My coffee was getting cold while I waited to pay. I watched in complete awe at how she rattled off the names of the games, so swift so confident. It was like a mother at the deli counter ordering the week’s supply of cold cuts for her family. “ Nick, she asked, are there any new games I don’t know about? “Did I for get the Triple Diamonds, let me get two Triple Diamonds also Nick.”
She paid and turned towards the door saying,” see you tomorrow Nick.” “Yes, and good luck” was his reply. He turned to me and scanned my 16 ounces of morning starter fluid, “ is that all Steve," he asked? I handed him two bucks, and asked if he would toss the empty cup for me.

All in a Day's Work

Traveling to work yesterday morning was not fun. I passed three spin outs and had to take an alternate route because of an auto crash. I gave myself twenty-five minutes extra and was still ten minutes late.
I covered the Suffolk County Legislature’s general meeting; they passed a band on food containers used for toddlers up to three years of age that contain BPA.
Today’s picture post is an image looking over the shoulder of the bills sponsor, Legislator Steve Stern.
This image is not usual for me, most of the photos I make are from the other side of the horseshoe. I liked the layout of the mess in front of him and the big folder marked BPA.

Snow, Snow, Snow

Well the weatherman was right we got snow, lots of snow. With the whipping winds, we had snowdrifts twenty inches high and none at all on our deck or patio. With the help of my wife and the boys we got the driveway so it is passable. The snow blower they gave me for Christmas 07 came in handy in getting the volume down to a manageable height. But it’s still backbreaking work to do a 250-foot driveway.
We dressed Isabel in her sweatshirt and coat and she had a blast in the snow…for a little while anyway. She looked cold so I put her back in the house. She cried and cried and cried as we shoveled snow. She always wants to be wherever we are.
When we finished and were getting ready to come in for lunch, Isabel had to come out, this time without getting dressed.

The March Lion

March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb. I woke to snow this morning and the weatherman is calling for eight to fourteen inches before noon tomorrow. Big lion. Other than church, I did not venture out today. It looks very pretty, I just didn’t want to brave the cold or pick up my camera today. I did get some stuff done around the house, so I wasn’t too lazy.

African American History

I worked an African American History event today for the Town of Babylon. It was an excellent event. The keynote speaker, Reverend Dr. Reginal Tuggle did a great job in delivering his message. It’s speeches like his that make me glad I do events like this.

My image post comes from this event. It’s an image of the traditional African colors one of the members of the Praise Ensemble had on. I liked the contrast between the black suit, tie and hankie.

Manorvillle Park

Pretty uneventful day. Did get some great news in the mail, Norwich University is offering Adam a nice sum of money for collage. What a blessing! He applied to twelve collages and six have accepted him. Two have offered small scholarships, but Norwich is almost offering to cut his tuition in half. Wow.
Today’s picture is from Wednesday’s walk in Manorville Park. This is a new place for me. It looks like a new park with trails set-up for horseback riding. I didn’t find it too interesting, maybe because I have had a lot on my mind.

Peggy

A friend of mine, Peggy Kraus, writes about healthy eating and exercise for examiner.com. I have Type 2 diabetes and she has turned me on to a fantastic book, The China Study, by T. Colin Campbell, PhD. While I have found it difficult to do everything he suggests, I have cut down my consumption of animal protein and have noticed a drop in my blood sugar levels by about 20%. This is a link to her very cool site. (I linked the page with my photo being the very modest person I am.)
http://www.examiner.com/x-672-Disease-Prevention-Examiner~y2009m2d20-Vegan-living-and-diligent-exercise-well-worth-the-effort
Today’s picture post of the tulips was made on Wednesday. These are the same flowers I posted on February 14.

Tuesday, Feb.24, 2008

I painted the bathroom walls today. I wonder what’s more difficult sometimes, making a living or keeping the property in good repair. Did I forget to mention the dog, cat, wife and three sons?
Today’s picture post is a double, Isabel is a retired greyhound, she’s eight years old and this is her second favorite thing to do, lie in the sun. Eating is first by far. Sasha is a rescue from the local shelter. Both animals slept the day away while I painted. So much for mans best friend.

Iced Puddles

Before work today, I went exploring and found some ice patterns that I found interesting. I wish I owned a macro lens. Anyway, it was a productive walk and I got a couple of keepers, which is better than some assignments.
The weather turned cold again and there’s been snow mentioned in the forecast. The past two nights have been very windy. Our house, sits higher than our neighbors and we don’t have any large trees. The wind comes right off Cold Spring Pond and it sounds like it’s ripping the siding right off the house. Sometimes it’s so bad that I check the sides of the house in the morning.
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West First Street

There’s a big contrast between this ornate street sign and the shape of Oswego’s west side. I was shocked by the amount of bars and abandoned buildings. The nicest store in the village is a bookstore and it says something about this being a college town. It depresses me to see a place with a colorful history just get wasted away.

The Icy Edge.

After a long and sometimes tense drive we made it home safely. Potsdam is about eight hours from Southampton, but the snow in the Catskill region added another hour and some stress.
I came across this photograph yesterday in Potsdam where Maple Avenue crosses the Raquette River. The web footprints of a goose as it finds some unfrozen river to swim in. It just looked funny to me. It reminded me of suicide, the last steps of someone before they went over the icy edge. I know, it’s a dark thought, but still intriguing.

Potsdam, NY

We got to Potsdam late yesterday afternoon. It’s so much nicer than Oswego. Oswego State is a big school, but the town is run-down, mostly bars, tattoo and body art places amongst empty stores and buildings. I use to think Potsdam was fairly depressed for a college town. There are two colleges in this small town and the economy is obviously supported by this single industry.
Stephanie, the owner of the hotel where we usually stay, said that because of the building of a new Lowe’s Home Improvement store they’ve been very busy. This is the off-season and they would have two or three units booked during this time of year. With the out-or-town help, they’re booking seven or eight units.
Anyway, today’s picture is from Clarkson University in Potsdam. While we were waiting for Adam to find out if he could sit in on a class or two, I went snooping around. There was this old phonograph and I loved the way the two windows lit it.

Traveling

We drove up to Syracuse New York, North Syracuse actually. We were unsure of the hotels in the Oswego area, our destination, so we stayed in North Syracuse for the night and left early for Adam’s appointment at Oswego State.
Today’s picture post was made at a KFC fast food restaurant last light. I liked the way the red seats looked and the neon sign and the fact that we were alone for a long time. When I got the image into photoshop the first thing I did was to flip it, so it would read correctly. But I decided to leave it the way it was made.

Rusty chain, Uniondale, NY

Yesterday were the Suffolk County Wrestling finals, Adam finished fourth in his weight class for his school’s division. I am very proud of him.
We spent the whole day at Hofstra University watching the two Suffolk County divisions compete. It’s fairly exciting.
Today we leave on a road trip to various colleges for Adam. I’m not sure if I’ll have internet, but I will have my camera.

Happy Valentine's Day

I made this still on Thursday. It’s not roses but they are red. Enjoy.

Sag Harbor, NY

I had an assignment on Shelter Island today, which brought back a lot of memories for me. It was one on my favorite places to explore. It’s built-up now, but being winter there was hardly anyone around. I’m sure the summers are not the same as they were thirty years ago.
Today’s post is from Sag Harbor, on my way home from Shelter Island. I just found it odd to have the coin operated ride with the James Dean and Marilyn Monroe posters right behind them.

Painting the trim.

I just took a brake from painting the trim in the house. It’s a big job and I have the time before an assignment this evening. This picture is another view from the highway overpass processed HDR. Time for lunch now and then it’s back to painting. Anyone want to grab a brush?

No Hands

My post yesterday was so long I forgot to write about the image. I went to this highway overpass and recorded some images for HDR processing when I came across this graffiti, “Look Ma, no hands.” I thought it worked for a self-portrait; after all I made the image with no hands.
Today’s picture was made on Newtown Lane in East Hampton. I was out there on assignment and just had to stop in the village. It’s not often I’m out there.
I was intrigued with the white on white and how the undersides of the steps were in the warm sunlight and the top part had the cool shadow. Yesterday was my day for white. I also made an image of an empty store space with three white walls and floor.
Big difference.

Newtown Lane East Hampton

My post yesterday was so long I forgot to write about the image. I went to this highway overpass and recorded some images for HDR processing when I came across this graffiti, “Look Ma, no hands.” I thought it worked for a self-portrait; after all I made the image with no hands.
Today’s picture was made on Newtown Lane in East Hampton. I was out there on assignment and just had to stop in the village. It’s not often I’m out there.
I was intrigued with the white on white and how the undersides of the steps were in the warm sunlight and the top part had the cool shadow. Yesterday was my day for white. I also made an image of an empty store space with three white walls and floor.

Young Poets stale newsprint.

I did a job yesterday photographing young poets that were part of a mentoring program. Many of them were published in a small press book. Some even had books of their own. It was an excellent event; there was some fabulous poetry.
It made me think about the blog on note for February 6th, newspaperproject.org and the publishing industry as a whole. How blogs have given writers, photographers and artists a place to publish their work for others to see. In the past, this has not been an easy hurdle to overcome.
Now artist don’t have to grovel with anyone, the web accepts anyone no matter you’re your level of expertise.
For better or worse, the Internet has become the new place for the talented and not so talented, no editors and little in the way of critics; you can delete any comment you don’t like and you have instant worldwide distribution. I’ve spent my life selling photographs to the print world. I’ve put up with my share of rejection letters as well as published pieces.
Now the print world is gasping for ways to tap the revenue stream of the web because print now has real competition. They haven’t looked at changing themselves to a broader appeal; they look to adapting what they do to a completely different medium.
Yes, I am a victim and you can hear it in this post. A project of mine has been turned down because it’s too regional. The same publisher now is trimming staff due to the economic downturn and declining coffee table book sales. Am I crazy to think that a picture book that has local interest can make money on a local level?
Newspapers tout they double check facts. The New York Times and Judith Miller come to mind, an experienced writer and one of the cornerstones of newsprint. Not fact but published unchecked fact. More reliable that the web, that’s what they want you to believe. I’ve been told the truth comes in many shades and colors.
The world is changing and they’ll have to change with it. I surf through blogs and find a whole host of interesting information, photographs and art. There’s many blogs that mention God and talk about faith. I come across every hobby imaginable, and quite a few blogs about family or starting a family. Some are written by the very young and some are grandparents and great-grandparents. There’s a lot of freedom on the web. Maybe the print world should do some surfing on their own.

Prosser Pines after the snow.

Not too much happening today. Thankfully, the weather was much warmer than yesterday’s hi teens and low twenties. But the sun is not out and if it were a bit colder I’d take a guess at more snow. But the weatherman says that we’re in for a mild weekend in the mid to high forties. Nice.
Today’s post is from Wednesday. This is Prosser Pines in all its glory. At the last minute I decided to change it into black and white and tone it. It gives me a feeling of nostalgia.

Keep Out

Earlier today I went looking for something I need for an up-coming photo. I didn’t find what I was looking for, but I did find today’s picture. I was in Patchogue, NY now famous for the murder of an Ecuadorian immigrant, Marcelo Lucero. Seven teens have been charged with the murder and with other hate crimes. So why did I think it was strange to find a quarter acre corner lot with a hand-painted KEEP OUT sign?
It’s fairly obvious that people and animals cut through the lot to save time or steps. It looks like a short cut to the water to me. Maybe there’s some drinking goes on, there’s a bottle in the lower left of the photo. There might be more hidden under the fresh layer of snow, I don’t know. The bottle could have been discarded from a passing auto. It just seems silly to post KEEP OUT.
I grew up in the woods. I can’t believe you can tell a boy to KEEP OUT of the woods. Maybe no littering, or no hunting, but woods are there to be explored and every young boy knows that. It’s like having a blog with a posting that says NO VISITORS.
The hate crimes murder and the KEEP OUT sign don’t have anything to do with each other except that they both happened in Patchogue. They both just aren't right, that’s all.
Sorry I’m just ranting.

White Fingers

Another day, another dollar, so the saying goes. I spent the whole day yesterday on one job and a good portion of the day driving home in the snow. It was a slow drive. Today I was able to get over to Prosser Pines and make a few images before work. I don’t know what was worse: walking through the deep snow or the seventeen degrees weather. As least there was no wind. But I did get cold quickly.
I made a few images today that I liked; this was the first. The branches looked like fingers to me. It was beautiful at Prosser Pines and I was not the first one there. It’s comforting to know others take the time to enjoy nature, and a nice brisk walk in the woods.

There's no place like home.

Well, it’s good to be home. It’s always nice to visit with my parents, brothers and sister, but as Dorothy said in the Wizard of Oz, “There’s no place like home.” I’m not a big fan of Florida’s weather. I like the four seasons. I think I’d like a shorter winter, but I still like winter. For many years the winters here on Long Island have been mild. This is the first winter that has been bitter cold and snowy. Maybe in a few years, when father time plays his dirty trick of age, I might feel different.
We moved my parents from a gated community for seniors in Ocala to a regular new community in Lakeland. They are closer to my sister Luanne and her husband Bill, both in the medical field. It will be good for my parents, they are getting on in age and my father’s health is in poor shape. It was very difficult for me to watch him not do things he use to do, even simple things.
I hardly get together with my family. We all have such different, busy lives and I live so far from the rest of them.
Today’s picture post is my first double photo post, which posted backwards from how I uploaded them Sooo…the second is a silhouette of me at the airport Thursday morning and the first is a shot of the morning sky out of the Jetblue window coming home Sunday. I did photoshop the window scratches out of the image, but the color is true. The curvature of the window added a soft focus effect.