a few more pictures and answer, “The photographer didn’t clean his lens and now the photo has a slight smudge in the right hand corner of the barn. You won’t be able to properly edit it out.”
“I’m not a photography major,” Duke says in his defense.
“Then why do you hang out in a photo gallery all the blame time?” JP laughs.
“Your sister’s fault,” Duke declares with his own laughter.
JP quickly agrees with him. “It’s always Savannah’s fault.” He goes back to scanning through the barn pics. “Guess I have to reshoot these.” He heads over to the window, likely to check the lighting of the late afternoon. As he peers out, Hope leans in towards him. He shivers a bit, making her grin. A bubble of laughter threatens to escape me as I watch her tease the unsuspecting guy. She blows towards his ear, causing him to swat as though a fly may be the culprit. This angel has a sense of humor. She finally leaves him alone as he turns to face me and Duke. “The two of you up for a field trip?”
“Sure,” we both agree.
JP gathers his camera bag and Duke brings his sketch pad along. We pile into JP’s Jeep and head inland. We ride along with the sultry summer air rippling through the open Jeep for close to thirty minutes before we reach a private farm. JP pulls up to the gate and unlocks it before slowly driving down a narrow dirt road that eventually leads to the ancient barn.
The late afternoon is spent with JP taking hundreds of shots of the barn with the sunset casting rich orange and purple beams around the edges, stopping every so often to clean his lens. I’m guessing he plans to get it right this time. Duke props up under a tree and sketches quietly. He studies the old structure for long bouts then bends his head towards his pad and seems to escape into it. He’s very passionate about his craft and I wish I had brought my camera so I could capture him lost in his world. JP seems to feel the same way at one point and turns his camera towards Duke and snaps several before Duke grumbles at him to knock it off.
We both leave him alone after a while. The rest of the afternoon eases by with me spending it by JP’s side, trying to imagine the image he wants to capture with the barn. The entire moment here on this country farm is unrushed and is such a peaceful experience. I’m blown away when I realize the day has left us and the night shows up unannounced. The night sky is brilliant with radiant stars and a warm moon softly illuminating the farm.
I stand in awe as fireflies show up and lend their light as well. My Papa had a farm I visited quite often as a child, but I have no memory of a night as clear and alluring as this one. No city lights, nor traffic… Just nature’s pure light and its unique melody of crickets chirping along with a light rustling breeze floating through the open space.
I am mesmerized by the farm’s darkened beauty and slowly circle around to take it all in. “Wow,” I mutter to myself, catching JP’s attention.
“Here,” he says. I look over and find him offering his camera. “Just take in the view through the lens without taking any pictures.”
I do as he instructs and watch the country night sparkle through the camera.
“Readjust the focus until the background fades slightly,” JP advises. As I do this I notice he has come to stand closer behind me. Once I stop readjusting the lens, he says, “Watch for the fireflies. Be sure you see them with clarity. If not, readjust until you do.” Again, I take his advice and continue to work with the focus until the sparks of the flies are as sharp and crisp as I can obtain. I’m studying the view when I feel his hand brush past my fingers as he flips the flash off. He then secures his hand over mine and presses the button and rapidly captures the night scene.
This continues for several beats until he eases the camera out of my hand. I feel his breath on my cheek when he says, “Lie down and angle your
“I’m not a photography major,” Duke says in his defense.
“Then why do you hang out in a photo gallery all the blame time?” JP laughs.
“Your sister’s fault,” Duke declares with his own laughter.
JP quickly agrees with him. “It’s always Savannah’s fault.” He goes back to scanning through the barn pics. “Guess I have to reshoot these.” He heads over to the window, likely to check the lighting of the late afternoon. As he peers out, Hope leans in towards him. He shivers a bit, making her grin. A bubble of laughter threatens to escape me as I watch her tease the unsuspecting guy. She blows towards his ear, causing him to swat as though a fly may be the culprit. This angel has a sense of humor. She finally leaves him alone as he turns to face me and Duke. “The two of you up for a field trip?”
“Sure,” we both agree.
JP gathers his camera bag and Duke brings his sketch pad along. We pile into JP’s Jeep and head inland. We ride along with the sultry summer air rippling through the open Jeep for close to thirty minutes before we reach a private farm. JP pulls up to the gate and unlocks it before slowly driving down a narrow dirt road that eventually leads to the ancient barn.
The late afternoon is spent with JP taking hundreds of shots of the barn with the sunset casting rich orange and purple beams around the edges, stopping every so often to clean his lens. I’m guessing he plans to get it right this time. Duke props up under a tree and sketches quietly. He studies the old structure for long bouts then bends his head towards his pad and seems to escape into it. He’s very passionate about his craft and I wish I had brought my camera so I could capture him lost in his world. JP seems to feel the same way at one point and turns his camera towards Duke and snaps several before Duke grumbles at him to knock it off.
We both leave him alone after a while. The rest of the afternoon eases by with me spending it by JP’s side, trying to imagine the image he wants to capture with the barn. The entire moment here on this country farm is unrushed and is such a peaceful experience. I’m blown away when I realize the day has left us and the night shows up unannounced. The night sky is brilliant with radiant stars and a warm moon softly illuminating the farm.
I stand in awe as fireflies show up and lend their light as well. My Papa had a farm I visited quite often as a child, but I have no memory of a night as clear and alluring as this one. No city lights, nor traffic… Just nature’s pure light and its unique melody of crickets chirping along with a light rustling breeze floating through the open space.
I am mesmerized by the farm’s darkened beauty and slowly circle around to take it all in. “Wow,” I mutter to myself, catching JP’s attention.
“Here,” he says. I look over and find him offering his camera. “Just take in the view through the lens without taking any pictures.”
I do as he instructs and watch the country night sparkle through the camera.
“Readjust the focus until the background fades slightly,” JP advises. As I do this I notice he has come to stand closer behind me. Once I stop readjusting the lens, he says, “Watch for the fireflies. Be sure you see them with clarity. If not, readjust until you do.” Again, I take his advice and continue to work with the focus until the sparks of the flies are as sharp and crisp as I can obtain. I’m studying the view when I feel his hand brush past my fingers as he flips the flash off. He then secures his hand over mine and presses the button and rapidly captures the night scene.
This continues for several beats until he eases the camera out of my hand. I feel his breath on my cheek when he says, “Lie down and angle your
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