December, 2008

The holiday season is almost at an end, so I thought that I would post the last of the holiday lights here in Denver. Union Station which clearly promotes “travel by train” is a Denver Landmark that readjusts its lighting every year for Christmas. It was originally built in 1881 and then destroyed by fire in 1894. At its height, it was served by 80 daily trains operated by 6 different railroad operators.

With the inauguration just around the corner, I thought it appropriate to ogle over some of my past Washington D.C. pictures and remember things the way they used to be. I have no idea whether the way things “used to be” was a good thing or not but i guess not if so much “hope” was needed now.

As for the picture, it was taken early on in my learning phase, and this picture was actually the second picture I ever got right. In the large version you can actually see the secret service men on the roof.

This image pretty much expresses how I am feeling at the moment. Holidays are always tough on me…all the wrong food, not enough sleep, and the go-go-go of everything else.

If you look at “My Equipment” page you will see that I have a Macro lens and a Life size converter. This is an example of what you can do with such lenses…

So yesterday I went down to St. Johns Cathedral in Denver and met some wonderful people in the middle of putting up their Christmas Decorations. The Christmas spirit was in full force as everyone whirled about in their last minute preparations. They were kind enough to duck behind some objects to let me fire off some shots.

On one of the last days of real heat here in Colorado, I went for a walk with my father who seems to fall in love with every tree he sees. It would seem annoying, walking through a forest, and having to hear a comment about almost every tree, but I have to say that I find myself jealous that he should have this “child’s eye” for the unique, and find myself looking at almost every one of his discoveries. This picture was me, with my camera, trying to capture what I knew only he could see. When he pointed it out to me, he called it the “snaking tree”; and now when I see that tree, I too will call it the “snaking tree”.