What of the sanguine yesterday that you prize so much the dirty linoleum the patterns in the dust internal screams like fractals of light will you ever see inside that obsidian palace Words and photography by Denise Ruttan
Category: photography
“Of a Nightmare”
“Of a Nightmare” Photography by Denise Ruttan Prints and products at https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/59671029
New art in shop and new gallery on 500px
I have been struggling yet again with social media, all platforms, really. I have been feeling lately, yet again, like rage-quitting them all. Watching the behavior of others in this pandemic is really upsetting and stressful, and I see it more on social media. I’m trying to focus on the positive instead, like less time […]
Finding a new direction for my photography
For a long time I have felt lost with what to do with my photography hobby. Should I try to hustle to turn it into a business, or stick with it as a hobby? And if I turn it into a business, what kind of business? Quarantine has forced some decisions that are a long […]
A few tips to take better photos from just your phone camera
Many people have more time on their hands now and want to learn new skills. Perhaps this is you and you’d like to improve your photography knowledge. Contrary to popular belief, you don’t need an expensive camera to take good photographs; you just need a basic understanding of light and composition. A camera is just […]
My self portraiture session
I’ve been enjoying expressing myself while stuck indoors by taking self portraits. I set up a little studio with a black backdrop and a single light in my office, and position my camera on my tripod and use a remote trigger. It makes me feel a little vain, but it’s a way to stay creative. […]
An Eerily Empty Photo Walk in Salem, Oregon
I have no words for today’s blog post; I hope to speak to you instead through pictures. But I will introduce this post first. I live in Corvallis, Oregon, and commute to work in Salem, Oregon. Every week, I indulge my love of street photography. It is a reflective exercise, in a way, as I […]
