Today’s post is for the remainder of the fire photos from this weekend.  These requested titles of their own.  As I was editing them I could see different scenes in them.  They are all real life scenes, most of which I have experienced personally (all except “birth” and “abortion”).  Let these images take you over as you look over them.  Engage with them.  Hopefully you will see and feel what I saw and felt in those powerful life moments.

Turning Away

Doomed

Pursuit of Love

The First Night

Abortion

On the Cross with a Dove

The Death

The Resurrection

Born Again

Dancing with the Savior

New Life in Love

A Wedding Dance

The Birth

Going Home

May 25

This past weekend, one of the things I got to enjoy was an evening out on the patio with the family gathered around the fire pit.  It was exciting for me beyond that too because I want one of my more extended projects to be on fire.

A couple years ago I remember coming home for Christmas and my dad pulling me aside to look at some of the photos he had taken on their Canon Powershot.  He was interested in the fire and enjoyed the creatures that came alive within the flames.  I have been interested more specifically in fire ever since.

In my own set of photos I found that I saw a dove in many of them.  As you look through these feel free to share what you see.  In a way, I have two movements, photos that have titles as a part of one idea and photos that are still untitled as a part of a different movement.  For today…

Batch 1:  Untitled Portraits of Fire
(Batch 2, Titled Portraits of Fire, to come tomorrow [Thursday])

A perfect gift is a thoughtful representation of me.  This gift has particularly struck me because it was given to me without occasion by someone whom I love very much and who normally is not much of a gift giver.  Perhaps he would be the only one to be able to guess what the subject matter in this image is, but you can give it a shot if you like.

By the end of the week I will answer all of the guesses with a reply at the end of this post.

I went out for another adventure in the woods today.  I took Haley with me and we followed the deer tracks through the mess of brush, unknown vegetation and fallen trees.  I think she appreciated the stop and go walk because she was allowed to sniff the world to her heart’s content as I photographed various things.

A photographer’s job is rewarding for several reasons:  you get to present your view of the world to the people of the world, you might get to show them something they haven’t seen before, you might get to inform them about something, you might inspire them.  But the one thing that amazes me the most while I venture into the natural world is the grand spectrum of color within the most simple of things:  a bird feather, a fungi, a tree root, or the dirt.

Some sort of fungus.

Some sort of tree root.

A really dead fish.  Gross.

My adventure for the day was to find the obscure within the norm.  Can you guess what each of these are?