Camping Day 2, Part 1 {Fine Art Photography, Shelbyville, Illinois}

When we first pulled up to the campsite, the first thing you see is this huge, beautiful, old tree.  The second thing, is the great view of the lake.  It was a near perfect campsite for me, because I really love views of water, and the older, gnarlier, and huger (is huger a word? Sounds weird,  well if it isn' is now) the tree is, the more I like it!  The only thing that could have been better, is if the bathrooms were just a little bit closer, or that I had brought a bike with me. :-) The kids had a lot of fun swimming.  You wouldn't catch me in that dirty brown water, but I'm a complete water snob after living in the Caribbean for so long!  I hope to one day overcome it.  My brother told ghost stories the night before about a cemetery that was covered with water when lake Shelbyville was made.  The kids were a bit wary about going swimming, but the heat made them overcome their fears.  We did a lot of lounging around that day, so I took lots and lots of photos.  I'll be breaking up day two into two posts.


Tytia Habing

I am a self taught, natural light photographer, with sixteen years of shooting experience under my belt. Back in the day, I learned to shoot with film, developed it and printed my own photos in my darkroom. I've since moved to digital, but film holds a very dear spot in my heart that I just can't seem to shake. I was supposed to be a horticulturalist and landscape least that's what my degree's tell me. I followed that path for some time, along with a few other paths, but photography won my heart. Plants and beautiful mother nature is, and will always be, a great inspiration to me. If at all possible, I prefer to shoot outdoors and somehow incorporate nature into the scene. I'm originally from the Watson, Illinois area, but the majority of my adult life I spent living in the Cayman Islands and only moved home to Illinois with my husband and son a few short years ago. I grew up on a small working farm, with acres and acres of natural areas at my disposal. It gave me a great appreciation for the world around me. I roamed wherever I pleased, built forts in the woods, picked wildflowers in the pasture and caught craw-daddies in the crick. My son is taking over the jobs of fort building and craw-daddy hunting, but I'll never give up the picking of wildflowers.