My dear wife, Carrie, got me a camera recently. It was a nice Christmas present. I really appreciate it. I kind of get a kick out of taking pictures. I refuse to make inferences that I know what I am doing when I take photographs. I don’t know much about it. I do know you need a little light here and there. I know how to take a picture of people and not cut their heads off. My mother finally developed that skill. She had been working on it since the Lyndon Johnson administration.
So, I don’t know a shutter speed from a window shutter. I do know that I recently ate an overpriced salad and a bread stick in a building that was a drug store when I was a kid. This was the same place where we would take our 110 Kodak camera film and turn it over to someone in the hopes that in a couple weeks we would get an envelope full of pictures that nearly represented the days we took them.
It is not 1976. It is 2016. I can take a picture and look at it a second after I take it. Had someone pulled out a camera like the one I use now and took a picture and showed the view screen around to the subjects of the shot in, say, 1976, we would have been dumbfounded. I can only dream of the looks on the faces.
So now I share with you a few images I have recently captured with my new camera. I doubt I get any acknowledgment for these photos like I received for one of the railroad tracks lit up in a pink shade late last year. That was a cool picture.
One last shot. May never get better than this…
I may take a picture of the Broncos playing today. It is supposed to be 40 degrees or better in Denver.
Speak the rights!
Danny Johnson