June, 2014 Archives

As I was driving back to the newspaper after an assignment today, a cloudburst caught pedestrians in downtown Spokane by surprise. I pulled over and jumped out of my car to get my camera from my trunk. I was soaked by the time I crawled back into my front seat. In my rearview mirror, I spotted this woman as she waited for the light to change. I jumped out and hit the motor drive, shooting a sequence of about thirty images as she raced across the street. People sometimes ask me why I shoot so many picture at a time.  I tell them it about capturing a fleeting moment. This photo’s strength is in the woman’ body language. Her stride, with her legs apart and arm swinging back stood out in my edit. Nikon D4, Nikkor 70-200mm f/2.8 lens. Colin Mulvany/The Spokesman-Review

Soaked

I spotted these cute marmots, or over-sized squirrels as I call them, who were poking their heads out of a drainage hole in a retaining wall. I quickly grabbed my camera and put on a 300mm lens. I thought the critters would quickly fade back into their burrow, but to my delight, they stayed put long enough for me to get down to their level and snap a few frames off.  Marmots live in colonies of up to twenty individuals and spend 80 percent of their life in their burrow, 60 percent of which is spent hibernating.

Yellow belled marmots

Walking in a parking lot today, I spotted this rainbow of colors created from a mixture of leaked car oil and rainwater. It is a photo that most people would step over and not pay much bother. I like to see the beauty in things that are not considered beautiful.

It ‘s funny how many feature pictures I have come across just driving down my block on 22nd Ave. in Spokane, Wash. I just had to stop when I saw my neighbor Theresa Burgess raking out the undercoat of her dog Chester in the middle of her front lawn Sunday. I first started taking photos of the scene with a wide-angle lens, but switched to my 300mm telephoto to see what a compressed, soft background would look like. What sold me on this frame is the fur on Theresa’s legs and her body language.

chestersaf