downpour in the west village by meagan kirkpatrick
I took this photo over a year ago, and it’s still one of my favorites. I didn’t really know how to use my camera back then, and I’m pretty sure it’s not in focus, but there’s just something about the rain that makes one feel infinite.
Last week I came home from pilates just as a snow storm was setting in. Famished and tired, I bolted upstairs, inhaled an apple and some of my favorite cheese for dinner, and headed out back to capture the falling flakes.
I’m still learning my way around the 6D, but as any photographer knows, everything is new again with a new camera. And there’s something magical about watching the snow swallow the grid of the city. Here are a few of my favorite snaps from the night.
crossing 12th street by meagan kirkpatrick
cruising altitude, by meagan kirkpatrick.
Memoirs of a Jetsetter 