Mary’s Favorite Photos from 2018

Well its that time of year again, when Peter forces me to choose among my babies.  The compulsion is so strong for him to close out the year with these posts, that he woke me up early on a Saturday to confirm that I was ready to write and publish mine.  So out of the thousands of photos I made, these are the ones that stood out for me, not because of photographic merit, but because of sentiment and the memories they evoke.

A rainy morning at Descanso Gardens (California) playing with tulle over the front of my lens
After splurging at the florist, photographing hydrangeas in a Japanese teacup and playing with creative processing
Watching a colorful sky develop and change (and really wishing I had got off my balcony and run to the beach for a better vantage spot).  Cambria, California
Small town fireworks over the beach, the water, and the crowd. Cambria, California
The epitome of taking life as it comes.  Relaxed seals before the moment of impact.  Prince William Sound, Alaska.
Fisherman on a rainy morning in Kenai, Alaska
1810_mfa_las vegas_208-edit
The “mouse house”  finding a shot, that isn’t THE shot.  Valley of Fire, Nevada
1810_mfa_las vegas_306-edit-edit
Just because, there is something about this photo that makes me smile every time I look at it.  Arden Andrade, Nelson Ghost Town, Nevada
1811_mfa_yosemite ir_540-edit
Simplicity and tension.  Olmsted Point, Yosemite NP, California
Sometimes it is just nice when the sky cooperates.  Glacier Point, Yosemite, NP, California
Enjoying nature’s display.  Merced River, Yosemite NP, California
1812_mfa_death valley_061-edit
Finding forms in the chaos.  Devil’s Golf Course, Death Valley NP, California
1812_mfa_death valley_363-edit
The scale of nature.  Mesquite Dunes, Death Valley NP, California
1812_mfa_death valley_398-edit
Shapes, pattern, line, and tone (repeat that enough times, and you may find something interesting).  Mesquite Dunes, Death Valley NP, California
1812_mfa_death valley_511-edit
Not prime time, but still compelling enough to make Peter stop the car, pull over, and brace against the 30 mph wind in the freezing cold,  with painful fingers.  Lone Pine, California.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s