A Photo a Week: Depth of Field

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Nancy Merrill’s challenge this week is: depth of field. Hope I have captured the concept with these images taken in the summer

6 thoughts on “A Photo a Week: Depth of Field”

Sarah Fine says:

February 12, 2019 at 7:34 pm

I loved these photos especially the first one. I think the out of focus background made that little bird ‘pop’. I even felt I could see a determined expression on his face!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  February 12, 2019 at 7:44 pm
  
  Thanks Sarah. Love the birds.
  
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bushboy says:

February 12, 2019 at 6:41 pm

Lovely 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  February 12, 2019 at 7:13 pm
  
  Thanks
  
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Terri, Reclaiming Hope says:

February 12, 2019 at 10:27 am

These are some gorgeous shots V.J.!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  February 12, 2019 at 7:12 pm
  
  Thanks Terri
  
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