52 Photo Challenge: Week 14-One Lens

“Behind the camera, I was invisible. When I lifted it up to my eye it was like I crawled into the lens, losing myself there. and everything else fell away.”—Sarah Dessen

This week my assignment for the 52 photo challenge was to use one lens. I only have one and was originally going to try and modify the challenge by setting it at only 50mm. However, once on the trip, it felt like one too many things to worry about. Instead, I focused on capturing things I love—lichen, moss, and the dark greens of the Oregon and Washington coast. I spent time as a fairy sitting in the woods and as a romantic staring at the ocean waves.

The cemetery shots are from one of the oldest in Washington State, Oysterville Cemetery. The broken wagon, chuch, bible, and roof photo are from the Oregon ghost town of Golden. It was established in the early 1840s and some of its buildings were restored in the 1950s as film sets for the TV show “Bonanza” and a few Western movies.

Wouldn’t it be nice if every day could be filled with mossy adventure? Let me know what photo you like best and have a wonderful week.


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  • Photos were taken with an Olympus OM-D and edited with ON1 Photo RAW
  • If you want to join the 52 Photo Challenge, you can find all the information at nicolesy.com

52 Photo Challenge
Week 1: Bokeh
Week 2: Silhouette
Week 3: Black and White
Week 4: Motion Blur
Week 5: Texture
Week 6: Framing
Week 7: Leading Lines
Week 8: Negative Space
Week 9: Patterns
Week 10: Symmetry
Week 11: Green
Week 12: Sidelight
Week 13: Sense of Scale

73 thoughts on “52 Photo Challenge: Week 14-One Lens

  1. 3 had great detail – haven’t seen hanging moss photographed like that before. 9 was a powerful contrast with the rooftop’s crumbling wooden slats. Some lovely snapshots, Bridgette! 🙂

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  2. I bought a fisheye once and as far as I’m concerned, it took the best photos. The perspectives were unusualk, so everybody had to use their imagination to work out the scene in front of me. I loved that. I loved that everybody would imagine something slightly different, something totally bespoke.

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      • I think of most photography a bit like reading a newspaper. It shows you the facts, but no more. But if we can bring the elements of a novel into our photography, where the viewer can engage, can use their imagination, that seems to me to be superior.
        But all this is a double-edged sword because it makes me look at my own photos, and realise that most of them lacked any sort of creativity. I’ve had some of my work published but even so, I look at it and think “meh”.

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    • I absolutely loved the book of “Where the Cradads Sing” and the movie did a fairly good job of capturing the story. I could see Kya enjoying these forests very much.

      Yes, I’m very fascinated by decay as well. One time I stumbled across an entire dollhouse in a field that was rotted out. The way the weeds weaved through the windows and furninture was one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen (this was before cellphones and I didn’t have a camera).

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  3. So long as you don’t get lost. Number 7. Because. It says tree, aren’t I tall, and arms spread wide, over and over again, till you find your way home, again. Number 12. Just because. Reminds me of Hecker Pass. Bet you don’t know where that is. All so personal, isn’t it? How many millions of us looking at the world. What kind of painting is that?

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    • Yes, it is very personal. I’m often surprised when someone reads one of my poems and short stories and brings their own history to it. It’s a lovely thing and I’m always happy when they take the time to tell me about what it meant to them. You are right, I didn’t know Hecker Pass by name, but I just googled it and I’m sure I’ve driven in before (I love Santa Cruz). I’m terrible at remembering the names of places. I’m not sure what you mean by what kind of painting is that? If it’s about the ocean shot, that’s a photo I took with the art mode of my camera. I think it makes for a lovely effect.

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  4. Woah…oh my. You’ve improved so much in photography. This time your subjects are divine or give off divine energy. How lovely. I wish I could do photography. Aren’t you self taught?

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    • Thank you!! What an incredibly kind comment. Yes, I am self-taught. I’ve only started learning some of the lingo this year and these challenges are helping me to stretch myself a bit more. Anyone can do photography—even if you just use your phone. Someone told me that the first 500 photos are junk, and then you start to get better. Not sure if that’s true, but it applies to just about everything, right? The more you do it the better you get.

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  5. I love #5 simply because I’m a cemetery ‘freak’, making a point of visiting local cemeteries wherever I travel. Imagine my delight when I was driving in my own home town to discover a house had been torn down to make room for new construction only to reveal a long forgotten and very old cemetery far from the street. Of course, I had to take a look. The dates on the gravesite were barely legible but a few I could make out were from the 1600s and all bore the same family name.

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    • Wow! The 1600s! That’s incredible. I think I’m becoming a “cemetery freak” too. There’s something grounding and connecting about wandering the plots and looking at the names. We found a grave here with two men who died in a boat accident on the same day in 1862. There was a husband and wife who had song lyrics on their side-by-side graves that continued one to the next. It was so beautiful I teared up. Some of the old family plots dated back to the pioneer days. It’s fascinating the history you can find wandering the graves.

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    • Thank you! Yes, those two seem to be the favorites. I think it’s because forests call us, right? There’s something ancient inside us that makes us want to stand at the base of a tall tree and simply look up.

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  6. You have a great affinity with nature, which is certainly thriving in what must be an exceptionally clean atmosphere there. #2 is where I’d expect to glimpse a tree sprite or green man. By contrast #12 has an ugly scar cutting through the pristine wildwoods. Great work.

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    • Thanks, Roy. Yes, I love being in nature. I’ve let my backyard become a sort of wild space. Right now it’s covered with wildflowers and tall weeds that I find absolutely beautiful. I’ll take the wildness to manicured lawns and cement patios any day.

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    • You are very welcome! It’s such a wonderful place. Now that my dad lives in Oregon and my mom in Washington, I’ve got the perfect excuse to travel back there each year. I look forward to finding new places to explore each time I visit.

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  7. It is always difficult to choose a “favorite” from your collections, but number 12 is the one. Maybe it’s the symbolism of an empty mountain highway. I also enjoy taking cemetery photos, especially vintage tombstones. The stories they would tell, if they could! Excellent work, Bridgette!

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  8. Thank you for sharing your adventures!.. I like them all because each one is a important piece of the puzzle called “life”.. 🙂

    Hope your adventures are filled with joy, peace and love and until we meet again..
    May love and laughter light your days,
    and warm your heart and home.
    May good and faithful friends be yours,
    wherever you may roam.
    May peace and plenty bless your world
    with joy that long endures.
    May all life’s passing seasons
    bring the best to you and yours!
    (Irish Saying)

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