Reflection ~the last word photo of the week . . . ever ~ *gasp* Here’s a little extra I gathered last week: Special thanks to Marissa . . . no acting was involved in the taking of these pictures.
Photoshop can be really interesting, just getting to know how to use it feels like i’m navigating a map in a different language. Somehow I was able to photoshop three self portraits without throwing my computer across the room. I really love the colors in this cool picture I photoshopped. Taken in the National Cathedral. Oh look I found an old picture of my grandmother when she was younger, they say I look just like her, what do you think? After finishing this photoshop project and looking back on all of my pictures as a whole, I did notice that they all have a 70s vibe to them. I regret NOTHING.
HARD At the Jazz lounge inside the black fox, which is four blocks from the Dupont metro stop.
Sorry about this folks, but it seems there was a problem last week with my word photo. I put my word photo in my extra credit post but it didn’t seem to update when I changed it. So here it is for real this time Just a little bit late is all. . . Motion (Blur)
I know that there are more than three, but I kind of went overboard. Symmetry Extreme Foreground/background MotionBlur Reflection Portrait with Prop
Yesterday my photographer friends and my non photographer friends (a.k.a. the willing photography subjects) decided to go to the Botanic Gardens. Why Not? It was a beautiful day, a bit hot, but clear skies as far as the eye can see. The US Botanic Gardens are located on the right side of the Capitol. Depending on which scenic route you prefer you can access it via the Navy Memorial Metro, the Smithsonian Metro, or the Capitol South Metro Station. I suggest starting outside before you go inside, or even bring a picnic and sit outside in the circle. Just watch out for the bugs. You might be a little bit too late, but the Botanic Gardens is having an Amber Wheats of Grain Exhibit, just outside of the front doors. Or Maybe you can just hang around the gazebo, or the beautiful bridges scattered throughout the gardens. The Rose Garden smells like an expensive perfume store, except my nose didn’t feel like it was about to explode when I left. But enough of the actual …
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