My local café, Ingolfs Kaffebar, has these little neon coloured plastic Christmas trees on the tables. I don’t know why I find them so charming, perhaps because I haven’t seen fake trees not trying to look like trees before.
Sunset, you’ve gotta have a sunset! My 11 year old son was shaking his head as I rambled in the car on the way back about not having my camera with me. Fortunately home and my camera bag was not far away and the house is three stories high. He was still shaking his head when I came back down with a happy smile.
This alley caught my eye purely by chance. I’m not even sure I could find it again. Apart from it being far too clean, this must be what streets often looked like in the old days.
It doesn’t happen that often but this shot was taken at my home. Peter produced the perfect Irish coffee, and I wanted to test the Nikon’s performance in flash-free candle light. The coffee tasted as good as it looks…
It wasn’t really fall just yet, but it wasn’t summer anymore. Perhaps you can tell by the light.
Another shot from my ‘back yard’, Amager Beach.You just might be able to make out Sweden across the water.
I’m sorry about my resent instability. My goal is to post one picture a day – and do it every day. This time my excuse is related to photos. I’ve spent all day yesterday working on my latest website, and I’m pretty darn proud that I shot all the pictures that I use for the design.
I decided to go with the theme of water. I also locked myself into using a black/white/red color scheme. Finally the water had to surround the island, I live on.
The pictures don’t look their best yet. I used the ‘kindergarten’ tools – color conversion on my Nikon and fine tuning with Picasa. In time they’ll get top notch Photoshop treatment. But if you want to see the result so far it’s here: http://www.karinott.dk (the content is in Danish so don’t expect to understand it :-))
One morning in late august a rare fog hung over the neighbourhood. I had to admit it took my 8 year old daughter to get me to see the magic. “Look mom, there are spider webs all over!”
And indeed there were. By the time I had returned from dropping her off at school the sun was out, I dashed inside after my camera to capture the magic at the perfect time when the sun was out to reflect in the water drops and before everything dried off.
On an evening in August I returned to he 8 House (8-Tallet) to test the abilities of my Nikon D5100 to shoot pictures in the growing darkness. Almost to my surprise I spent 1.5 hour just walking around the complex and take pictures. It grew ever darker as you will see in this series of another eight pictures from Ørestad Syd. I came home with a bunch of very satisfying picture but sorting through them I felt increasingly clear about my objective: A goodlooking picture isn’t good enough if it’s only good on account of the architeture. If I did not not contribute something, a different view that was not obvious, the picture got deleted.
Until very resently I had no idea that there were wakeboard caples close to my home here on Amager. In fact, I had never heard the term ‘wakeboard’ before.
It turns out to be a person mounted on a board that looks a lot like a snow board being pulled across the water by cables. It is more than cool to look at! Just like with water skiing they do tricks and jumps, and at Copenhagen Cablepark it all happens on an industrial backdrop.
The challange is not take good pictures. That is easy. Just catch any of the wakeboarders doing a stunt. But that’s what everyone shoots. When I discovered that one of the owners is a professional photographer I almost gave up. Then I realized I had another choice. I could try to catch something out of the ordinary, to tell my own story of the wakeboarders. It took me three visits to get beyond the obvious.
Above is the first picture I decided was good enough. Usually you can’t pan (follow an object in motion, making the background blurred and indicating movement) a person. But you can if they are being pulled by a cable.
And so the last picture from Ingolfs’ this time around. I can’t promise there won’t be more. It is my ‘office’ and I come here every day.
My thought here is: why do flowers have to pretty to be worth photographing? Why not simple, slightly worn down flowers?
Karins Fotos 