When I am not doing environmental portraiture or weddings, a typical photography week includes a number of different photo sessions and a wide variety of subject matter.  This week was no exception.

My husband, Fred, is a weaver of fine, 100% Navajo-Churro wool rugs, runners, and rifle scabbards, made on a Rio Grande style walking loom.  He uses wool dyed by Connie Taylor, the authority on Navajo-Churro sheep and their history, and the national registrar for Navajo-Churro sheep.  To keep a record of Fred's work, I photograph each piece and print it for his portfolio.  This involves use of a tripod and lights, and it has taken me a bit to understand the concept of perspective, being that I am a bit thick when it comes to geometry and anything spacial.  Luckily for me, Fred has those concepts deep in his DNA, as is reflected in his latest rug, #303.  The colors are Ganado, dyed black, ochre, and sea breeze.

Rug # 303

Moving from the "studio lighting" setting out into the garden, I am always on the lookout for new flowers in bloom, butterflies, birds - any part of nature that presents pure design.  Because of the cooler weather and overcast lately, the butterflies have not been quite as active, enabling me to follow them around and get better shots.  The swallowtail butterfly (Papilionidae) below is really getting into the cup of an orange day lily.

swallowtail on lily

The next two shots are of the variegated fritillary (Euptoieta claudia), working on the flowers of a purple oregano plant.  Not only are the patterns and colors stunning, but I love the white knobs on the end of the antennae.

butterfly on oregano bloom 2

butterfly on oregano bloom 1

The humble evening primrose flower is probably considered a weed by some, but they are great photographic subjects.

primrose-2

Drifting around as I tend to do with camera in hand, there are always new blooms to photograph.  Echinacea flowers are layered with drama.

echineacia closeup

Always at this time of year, the afternoons bring thunderstorm build ups of cumulus clouds.  Whether are not they drop their rainfall in our neck of the woods, they are almost always brewing and stewing.

Storm brewing

until next Monday,

DB

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