Holly Bain Photography

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My Sister, the Photographer

It’s been just over a month since my younger sister Sue passed away. There were many wonderful things about my sister, but the one I’d like to share is what a excellent photographer she was. If you could meet her on the street today, she would probably have her camera with her.

John Rzeznik of the Goo Goo Dolls

John Rzeznik of the Goo Goo Dolls

One of her favorite subjects (aside from her son Logan) were animals. Her cats, the backyard wildlife, or animals at the zoo. One of my fondest memories of her was when the family came to visit (I’m in Florida, the family in Connecticut).  Of course we went to the zoo. Watching her and her son circle the cage looking for the best shot brings a smile to my face now as it did then.  I remember thinking, “she’s taught him well.”



I hope Logan takes up photography and keeps her camera.  I also hope he realizes just how special that camera is….



With the new year starting, in about half an hour, there will be some changes with this blog.  One thing I’ve realized, while putting my gallery together, is that I’m stuck in a rut, or maybe it’s boredom, photographically.  A friend of mine, in all his wisdom, told me last week that I’ve been riding the “the bird photography success” (I think laurels is the actual word he used) for a while. And honestly, I think he was and is right.  So, with the new year, I’m going to force myself to get out and shoot more and also to try new things artistically.  I’ll also be teaching some photography classes too.  My gallery will be up within the next couple of days and you’ll notice there aren’t many bird pictures.  I intentionally left them out.  It’s time to move on, at least for a little while.  Here’s some of what I photographed today.  If you totally hate it, please let me know with a comment.

July 10, 2010

Quote for Today

Henri Cartier-Bresson by Martine Franck-Magnum Photos

To take photographs is to hold one’s breath when all faculties converge in the face of fleeing reality.
-Henri Cartier-Bresson