The Lazy, Hazy Days of Summer
Yes, I know – sun flares again. But let me tell you the whole story.
These images are mistakes, errors of humidity.
It was 7:30 am and already 83 degrees, the air thick with moisture. The morning sun had just broken free of the low-lying cloud layer. Approaching the Football Hall of Fame Museum, my timing was perfect to capture the brilliant shimmer thrown back from the entryway and its curved wall of glass.
I snapped several shots before I realized my lens was covered with condensation – product of an air-conditioned car ride followed by exposure to 90% humidity. I figured those misty images were headed for the trash can.
Following lens cloth application, my morning photo shoot continued without further incident.
But I was wrong about the trash can. Rather than toss these images, I found myself entranced by the super-nova intensity of their sun flare, reflections refracted by moisture. Hazy and soft-focused, they embody the warm syrup of a summer morning, thick and sticky with heat and dreams.
So here they are – mistakes reborn; errors embraced.
Plus several other images, from that morning’s shoot, which celebrate the power and beauty of reflections.