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As I was mowing the lawn yesterday, something hit me and made me think.  I know, it doesn’t happen very often.  Anyway, I was thinking about growing up as a kid on the Eastern Shore of Virginia.  I thought back to mowing the lawn since I was old enough to safely push or ride the mower.  My  grandfather worked on mowers in his spare time and we were always testing them out when he was done to make sure they worked properly.  The best part was when he would fix go-karts and we could test them out.

I can remember one day he fixed a go-kart and I was testing it around the yard.  I was ripping along at a good pace for the first lap or two, slowing down for the corners and accelerating in the straights.  By the second or third lap, I was all out coming through the corners and sliding the back end around, steering through the corners.  Well, I made it maybe two more laps around the yard before I heard “the whistle”.  When he put two fingers in his mouth and made that whistle, you knew you were in trouble.  Without hesitation, my foot came off the gas pedal and I slowly crept back to the garage.  I was scolded a little for tearing up the lawn when I slid the back end around the corners, but it was more like a life lesson.

We also had a mini-bike back then.  I can remember riding it around the yard and the neighborhood when I was young.  I even remember one time when my brother was riding around the yard and the throttle got stuck.  I can see the grown ups like it was yesterday, chasing hims as fast as they could run.  They caught him eventually and all was well, but it was a little scary and quite humorous.

I remember my Aunt and Uncle coming down from Massachusetts on their motorcycles and my uncle taking us for rides.  It was the best.  When I was 16, my grandfather had an old Suzuki automatic (650 LA perhaps?) that he let me take down the road one day.  That was all she wrote.  Since those days of go-karts, mini-bikes and motorcycles, I have been a motorcycle lover.  I love the freedom and the instant speed.  A lot of sport bikes I have ridden will do 0-60 in under 3 seconds.  That’s faster than a Ferrari.  Now you see why I love riding.  And it’s not just the speed.  It’s the fresh air in your face, the smells, the freedom.  I love it.

So, a big thank you goes out to my grandfather.  He was like a father to me and taught me great things I will never forget.  He also taught how to treat and respect a woman.  He and my grandmother were married for 54 years before he passed away.  They just don’t make them like him any more.  I miss him very much.

See ya soon!

Selective color is one of my favorite styles of image manipulation.  I love the way the color stands out from the black and white portion of the image.  To do this, you take an image with a bright color and make most of it black and white, leaving just a small portion of color in the image.  This process can really make part of an image stand out and sometimes even make a not-so-great picture an amazing picture.  Here are some pics and the inspirations behind them…

The first image you saw a few days ago.  It is from my cousin’s wedding.  When I took this shot, it didn’t have the amazing sky that the others had.  It did have something else.  Romance.  Old fashioned romance.  My cousin Bo is a true Southern gentleman.  What would really portray his love for his new bride?  Black and white.  As I sat there analyzing the photo, I noticed that flowers really stuck out in this one.  As I type this I also notice that their shoulders and the way Melanie’s arm curves down to the bouquet sort of form a heart.  Maybe it’s just me.  I really fell in love with this image.

The kiss

The kiss

When we were setting up the reception area the day before the wedding, the ladies were putting bows made of tulle.  They did a wonderful job with the fabric and even incorporated leaves in it for the fall wedding.  Later that day, the sun was shining in through the windows and I just happened to catch it as it was glowing through the fabric on the chairs.  it was amazing, and it had a warm golden color to it.

Golden Bow

Golden Bow

Earlier that day, I had seen a few more of these chairs sitting in the middle of the dance floor, freshly decorated.  The three chairs in a row seemed like a perfect picture.  I added a little blur around the edges to draw your eyes to the chairs in the middle.  The leaves stood right out and I knew I had to make this one selective color.

Triple Bows

Triple Bows

The following weekend, Rose and I attended another wedding.  Our friends Mandy and Jeremy were getting married and I decided to bring the camera with me.  I figured I would sneak a few shots here and there.  Boy, am I glad I did.  The picture below was not a great picture, but it was of a ceremony I had not seen before.  The bride and the groom each had a container of a different color sand.   On the table was an empty bottle.  When they poured the two different colors into the empty bottle, it signified putting two things together that would never be separated, just like their marriage.  Although the picture didn’t come out well in my eyes, the colors did.  So, I began the process of selecting the colors and desaturating the rest of the picture.  I absolutely love the way it came out.

Two Lives Together Forever

Two Lives Together Forever

As Mandy was being walked down the aisle by her father, I snapped this next shot. The building they were having the ceremony in was dark, and I didn’t have my large flash with me.  So, I took the picture and made it pop.  I took the color out of all but the flowers.  I love the result.

Mandy & Her Dad

Mandy & Her Dad

At the reception of Mandy and Jeremy’s wedding, one of the guests stood out to me.  She was wearing bright red heels.  At one point during the reception, I joke that they would make a great selective color shot.  As she was coming in off the dance floor, I asked her to put her foot up on the chair.  Voila!  Add in a little border to match the shoe and this is what I got…

Red Shoe

Red Shoe

Rose and I took a trip to see her family in Honesdale, PA a few summers ago, and I spent a little time walking around her cousin’s yard.  As I walked around the front of the house, I found a wilting rose.  Instantly, I knew it would make a great selective color shot.

Wilting Rose

Wilting Rose

Of course, you know my love for motorcycles.  How could I do this post without including one?  Every Wednesday night during the summer, we ride with a great group of bikers.  The bike in the picture belongs to our friend Murph.  He is about 6’8″ tall and makes everyone I know look like a munchkin.  His bike is bright red with some anodized aluminum in it.  Perfect for selective color.

Murph's Bike

Murph's Bike

I hope you enjoyed.  I welcome questions if you are interested in selective color techniques.  Don’t be shy.  See you soon.