Saturday, March 30, 2013
Friday, March 29, 2013
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Monday, March 25, 2013
You know me . . . can't see the big picture, but I'm good at details. I like the way the palm tree trunk looks almost burnished with gold and then how the thick vine snakes its way up a weathered wall. Lovely Hawaiian details. ©Carol Leigh
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Friday, March 22, 2013
Walking down a little side street on Maui I spotted this door — I love it! And then there was the delightful surprise of the mannequin in a store window — I have never seen one "tattooed" in such a manner! ©Carol Leigh
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
We probably all do it. Warned that no photography is allowed, we always want to shoot the sign that says we can't do what we're doing. Here's my latest batch. One from San Diego (where they at least say thank you), one from Salem, Oregon, another from San Juan Capistrano, and a little more positive message from Portland, Oregon. ©Carol Leigh
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Monday, March 11, 2013
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Fine Art America website, as well as a more golden brown variation of the same image. Having way too much fun with all this! ©Carol Leigh
Saturday, March 9, 2013
That's what I love about what I do. I never know what to expect, what's going to happen. What appears is often a complete surprise. I see a form, a color, a pattern, a texture, and it makes me think of something else, some other photo I have in my collection, and so I begin asking "what if?" What if I add this, try that, erase this, delete that? Hours pass without my realizing it.
I've uploaded this latest image to my website at Fine Art America, where it's currently available. Thanks for looking! ©Carol Leigh
Friday, March 8, 2013
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Walking around Lahaina early in the morning, before the cruise ship people arrive, before the stores open, before it gets crowded, I find this brightly colored Dumpster enclosure. Love the complementary colors of green and red.
A shop down a side street specializes in shipping pineapples and Maui onions to the mainland. You can also get a cool drink if you wish.
And finally, a wooden statue of King Kamehameha with a sort of wistful look on his face. I can relate. I lived in Hawaii when I was 10, 11, and 12 (a very long time ago). Visiting now, as a tourist, I am really an outsider, melancholy about the Hawaii that's no longer the Hawaii of my youth. And if I feel this way, think of how the native Hawaiians must feel. Auwe!
Monday, March 4, 2013
We returned home a few hours ago from a delightfully relaxing time on Maui. As I begin processing my photos, I'll share some of them with you. The morning of our first day, I stepped out onto our sixth-floor balcony. Little lights lined the pathway below, trees grew in a receding line along the beach, and Molokai (topped with a layer of clouds) showed hazily in the distance. I purposely moved the camera during the exposure to achieve this eerie shot. (Basically, it's my answer to "No time to set up the tripod, how can I handhold this and make something interesting?")
A child's flip-flops caught my eye as we walked past a swimming pool.
And a tropical plant against a pale wall glowed in the even light of a little courtyard.
My sincere thanks to two friends who made it possible for me and Chris to have a vacation we will never forget.