Flag Day 2017

June 9, 2017


 Photos by Jim Sizemore


Hip Shots

March 8, 2017

Shapes

 

By Catherine Bruce

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face3-lz

Copyright © 2017 Catherine Bruce

Hip Shots

January 1, 2017

Café

By Catherine Bruce

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fcafe-2


fcafe-red
Copyright © 2017 Catherine Bruce

Hip Shots

September 25, 2016

Brunch

By Catherine Bruce

glasses

chair

fern

Copyright © 2016 Catherine Bruce.

Hip Shots

September 5, 2016

The Door

By Catherine Bruce

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CathDoor-2

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The “Hip Shots” series of photographs will feature images that were grabbed “on the fly,” with little or no regard for framing and focus. The object of the exercise is to create dynamic pictures, not perfect ones. With this ” shoot-from-the-hip” method, the more frames exposed the better the chances are that you’ll come up with something interesting — a related series that may be arranged as a post. If you’d like additional tips for using the technique, or to submit your own images, drop a question or note in the “Leave a Reply” section, below.

Copyright © 2016 Catherine Bruce.

Hip Shots

August 15, 2016

Street Design

By Catherine Bruce

RedChairs

Sidwalk

Trollys

The “Hip Shots” series of photographs will feature images that were grabbed “on the fly,” with little or no regard for framing and focus. The object of the exercise is to create dynamic pictures, not perfect ones. With this ” shoot-from-the-hip” method, the more frames exposed the better the chances are that you’ll come up with something interesting — a related series that may be arranged as a post. If you’d like additional tips for using the technique, or to submit your own images, drop a question or note in the “Leave a Comment” section, below.

Copyright © 2016 Catherine Bruce.

Summer Solstice

June 29, 2016

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What more could we have asked, so long ago,
than this, this endless noon, this cloudless sky,
idyllic, constant, calm? How could we know
we’d weary of that bright, unblinking eye?
Such blessings grow oppressive, and this grace
now lays upon us torpor like a pall;
each languid move, each whispered word, each trace
of breath–the weight of hours has stilled them all.
Life teeters on the fulcrum of the sun
until the course of nature drags it down,
progressing slowly through the vacant plain
to that last, passing point where we are shown
a shaft of light between two standing stones–
a sign–before the longest day is done.

Florence Newman, Professor emerita
Department of English, Towson University