Springing into Spring

[JimFox]

Another Springtime photo that I stumbled across today from Yosemite National Park. Images like this can be so difficult to capture as the Dogwood branches that support the large blossoms are very thin and springy. The slightest breeze gets them bouncing like they are on a trampoline. So to get a slow enough shutter speed that the Merced River has motion streaks and yet still capture the flowers sharply can be very nerve racking. It often can call for lots of waiting for the breeze to die down for a moment and the branch to stop bouncing.

All comments are welcome,

Jim

 

[Ben Egbert]

Good job Jim. I know the bouncy foliage well. Wind tends to come in intervals like waves, so sometimes it can die down pretty good.

 

[AlanLichty]

Nice capture. I always end up seeing a neat scene where the water creates its own breeze and the branches never stop moving

 

[Amy Earl]

Nice photo, Jim, I like the colors of the water and the motion you were able to capture there.

 

[JimFox]

Good job Jim. I know the bouncy foliage well. Wind tends to come in intervals like waves, so sometimes it can die down pretty good.

Thanks Ben! Yep, it’s a waiting game sometimes.

 

[Jameel Hyder]

Good framing and timing Jim. Very nice image.

 

[Jim Dockery]

Beautiful.

 

[Douglas Sherman]

I love tis image, Jim. I have always said that if a landscape photographer went to hell the devil would keep just a slight breeze going so that the vegetation would never stop moving. Shooting over a stream is very difficult because the movement of the water creates enough of a breeze to keep things moving constantly.

 

[JimFox]

I love tis image, Jim. I have always said that if a landscape photographer went to hell the devil would keep just a slight breeze going so that the vegetation would never stop moving. Shooting over a stream is very difficult because the movement of the water creates enough of a breeze to keep things moving constantly.

Thank you Doug! Yeah, the beauty of the photo hides the torture of waiting for moments of no breeze.