the Photography of betsy seeton
"Money will never buy the feeling of what it’s like to look at life through the lens of a camera. I love photographing just about anything, but I especially thrive on finding animals and birds in their natural habitat.
I know time doesn’t stop for anyone, but when photography is a passion, it’s a way of making the most of time and in the end, it’s also about being able to bring home a slice of that time picture-by-picture.
When an image gives you that feeling of hitting the sweet part of the bat, when it’s everything and more that you saw when you pointed the camera at it, it’s utterly exquisite!"
I know time doesn’t stop for anyone, but when photography is a passion, it’s a way of making the most of time and in the end, it’s also about being able to bring home a slice of that time picture-by-picture.
When an image gives you that feeling of hitting the sweet part of the bat, when it’s everything and more that you saw when you pointed the camera at it, it’s utterly exquisite!"
Where it all began....

Me at 3
My great-grandfather on my mom's side was a professional photographer and my dad was a hobby photographer. Most of my dad's photos were of our family - my three older brothers, my mom, my grandma, and me. I loved assisting him in the dark room. As I slowly stirred the chemicals and plucked the photographic sheets from black tray to black tray, I never tired of watching the blank paper turn into images.
When I was nine years old, he gave me my first 35mm camera complete with all the F-stop and shutter speed instructions. I've been snapping pictures ever since. When I was 14, he gave me an 8mm movie camera and to the Moody Blues song 'Tuesday Afternoon' I filmed a small creek winding through quaking aspens set against the deepest blue sky all framed by snow capped peaks. This music video cinched me an A in my 9th grade English class -- more than a quarter century ago!
I love photographing children from around the globe. I also love nature shots, wildlife, textured stuff, old rusty metal and peeling paint. I am drawn to boats, cityscapes, and out of the ordinary stuff. I love working with reflections, too. Some of what I have here gives a glimpse into my travel photos from Asia.I lived in Nepal for three months and then traveled through Bali, Thailand, Laos and Vietnam for two more months.
My images are for sale as greeting cards and all kinds of prints from matted to framed.
When I was nine years old, he gave me my first 35mm camera complete with all the F-stop and shutter speed instructions. I've been snapping pictures ever since. When I was 14, he gave me an 8mm movie camera and to the Moody Blues song 'Tuesday Afternoon' I filmed a small creek winding through quaking aspens set against the deepest blue sky all framed by snow capped peaks. This music video cinched me an A in my 9th grade English class -- more than a quarter century ago!
I love photographing children from around the globe. I also love nature shots, wildlife, textured stuff, old rusty metal and peeling paint. I am drawn to boats, cityscapes, and out of the ordinary stuff. I love working with reflections, too. Some of what I have here gives a glimpse into my travel photos from Asia.I lived in Nepal for three months and then traveled through Bali, Thailand, Laos and Vietnam for two more months.
My images are for sale as greeting cards and all kinds of prints from matted to framed.
"Photography at its best, captures the essence of a moment in time
and stirs the emotion while fanning the imagination. I
like the way it often warms my heart, makes
me smile or at the very least makes
me feel something. I love how
it helps me to always
remember."
by Betsy Seeton
and stirs the emotion while fanning the imagination. I
like the way it often warms my heart, makes
me smile or at the very least makes
me feel something. I love how
it helps me to always
remember."
by Betsy Seeton
On the Everest Trek...
These stone tablets were a common sight on the trek. They were inscribed with “Om Mani Padi Hum” the same mantra chanted by Buddhists, which translates to Hail to the jewel in the lotus.
The boy blowing bubbles was lying on his belly atop the roof of his orphanage in Nepal where a lot of the orphans hung out. As for the puppies, they were usually orphans too. Most struggled daily to find enough food to survive. Westerners (like my friend and I) would feed the puppies in our area when we were out and about. The locals in Kathmandu didn't understand why we cared and some were insulted by what they viewed as western abundance -- maybe even arrogance -- that we would (or could) feed stray animals when their own families went hungry. It was a touchy balancing act. We received our share of varying stares and glares. Some merely shrugged their shoulders. I felt ambivalent to be sure.









































