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Captured (Kind Of): The Chaos of Moving Subjects and the Calm of Sourdough

  • Writer: Trina Kay
    Trina Kay
  • May 10, 2025
  • 2 min read

I'm taking a photography class this summer. Actually, I'm taking two. One each semester. 9 classes stand between me and graduation this December. If you know me, you know that I take pictures on my phone like it's my job. Because... it sort of is/has been for the better part of 8 years. But, there is something about being forced to use a camera. To slow down and consider your subject. Be intentional. Not that I don't obsess over lighting and visuals with my cell phone (I own every lighting device invented, I'm sure of it). But, taking photos for a class is different.

This week I have decided that I prefer stationary objects to live subjects. I enjoy setting up the shot and taking it at several angles and views until I find the one that makes my heart do a little happy dance. Moving subjects have a mind of their own and can't be controlled. Fish continue to swim out of the shot. Children fidget. Teenagers roll their eyes. All of these are still worth photographing. But, for me I find a peace and joy in the controlled environments.

This week's photographs include the uncooperative fish, Sylvie the Sourdough and my newly planted petunias.


I love the rule of thirds and the detail on this bloom.




Sigh. I had a really cool shot of the snail. But, he decided to move. I did manage to capture this shot. The fish being in a line was an odd and happy coincidence.



My favorite shot of the week. I pictured this in black and white. The detail of the flour stuck on the inside of the glass was made more obvious with the effects and I enjoyed that.

 
 
 

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