Photos of Yellow

I like yellow, but find it harder to photograph than other colours. This lens is designed help me get better while entertaining you.

Once you go walking with a camera and a goal, it's amazing what you find (and where). I hope you enjoy the adventure.

Lost pet posters are invariably sad. And this one seems particularly poignant. Not only because the pet is obviously greatly missed. But also because the chances of recapture are so slim. At first, I wanted the yellow to be brighter in this photo. But, given the mood of the message, I decided to leave the muted tone as it appeared.

My wife assures me this lamp is 'just' yellow enough to include in this lens. I'm pleased, as I like the sharply detailed plastic and woodgrain textures. I also like the rough-as-guts pencil marks and saw cuts in what can only be a temporary fence.

Sometimes a humdrum trip to the airport can yield an interesting angle. See if you agree. I like how there are other yellow things in this shot apart from the tails. And I love how the exhaust blurs the jet in the distance (notwithstanding the fossil fuel bummer).

The morning sun gilds this agent of destruction which, uncontent with devouring the foreground, ponders a distant housing estate.

This little tree did it hard. Drought killed it outside while critters gnawed within. Curling bark and chomp trails tell the story. Now a nice council person has sprayed the tree with the yellow spot of death. Soon, a woodsperson will be along to cut it down. Its replacement already incubates at bottom left. Life's tough. Live it while you can.

This is the cutting my father made for me of a rose that belonged to my mother, who is now dead. It was growing well until our renovation knocked it for six. It languished for nine months in a waterlogged bucket. Then another five years in a southerly garden, with poor soil and not enough sun. Now I've potted it, fed it, watered it and picked off every aphid by hand. This is my reward. Thank you, Mum.

How's this for a burst of colour?! Daisies are so 'honest' and 'hard working'. They never seem to stop giving. And when they're backlit by afternoon sun, you just can't beat them for pure energy and joy.

First I saw the yellow mats. Then the yellow hand rails. Then my impossibly long shadow. Then the yellow stair marker on the left. A quick shot that I expected to bin turned out to be so much more. What an extraordinary effect the dawn sun can have on an ordinary subject!

Each time I walk past these flowers, I try to capture them. But they're so bright and tiny, the sun or wind always seems to thwart me. This photo isn't bad, but I'm not there yet. I'd best get a move on, lest I miss their fleeting season.