Amber Nichols/Photograph a Scene Throughout a Day

                                                                11:20am

                                                                                2:00pm

                                   4:30pm


7:00pm

I decided to take a photo of my back porch. I took the first one around 11:20 in the morning. The light was soft, and the porch was bathed in a gentle morning glow. Then I waited a few hours and took another one at around 2:00 PM. The sun was at a different angle, casting longer shadows, but you could barely tell because my back porch is pretty shaded. You can see the sun filtering through the branches and leaves, creating a beautiful dappled effect.

Later, I took a third photo around 4:30 PM. It was starting to get a little darker as the sun began to set, and the light had a warm, golden hue. Finally, I took the last photo at about 7:00 PM, and it was completely dark. The porch was enveloped in darkness, with only the faint outline of the trees and the gentle rustle of leaves to indicate the transition from day to night.


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Welcome to Environmental Photography

Image
 Nature is all around us! A camera is an incredible tool that not only captures what we see, but helps us to see more. When we pick up a camera we find ourselves on the spectrum between art and science. While our cameras objectively capture light, we decide where to point them and why. If a picture is worth a thousand words then an image can make valuable contribute to our understanding of an organism, inspire people to action, or make  someone smile. This blog will be a place for us to share our photos and our reflections about them.
Read more

Nature in My Neighborhood - Aubyana

Image
  There exists a stark contrast between the neighborhood I live in now, tucked along the edge of Garden Street, and the impoverished, subjugated area I once called home in Tacoma. My old neighborhood was a place where wildlife struggled to survive, and even if it had thrived, it would have still been inaccessible. The streets were more often filled with the remnants of human activity than the signs of nature. An occasional dog would wander the alleys. Sometimes, the aftermath of raccoons would leave a trail—scraps of trash scattered across the concrete, a testament to their nocturnal scavenging. Living in a place like this taught me how to hold immense gratitude for nature, unders tanding that the wealthy and middle classes tend to have more access, snow sports and family vacations that I would never experience myself. This motivated me to carve out time and seek out natural beauty, waterfronts and forest days that I prioritized. I feel immense privilege in having transitioned t...
Read more