Instead of the Scheduled Run…Play with Fog and Sun

I laced up my shoes this morning to do a short run and found everything covered once again (like it is so often in October/November) in a beautiful, gauzy mist, slightly heavier than usual. So I ended up taking a leisurely photographic walk up the road as the sun came up–and finished with a super quick run once the fog began to burn off.

Here are a few I took with the black and white app MPro and, unusually, shot into the sun coming through the fog. These are “straight out of the box” so to speak–with no editing (no filters–other than shooting in the black and white of MPro–and no adjustments). I love the drama of morning sun in fog and also the softness of MPro’s black and white, especially when combined with fog.

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Barbed Wire, Cow Hair, and Pearls of Rain

I’m always fascinated by beauty found in unconventional places. These photos are from my uncle’s farm, where the hairs from cows reaching their necks through the barbed wire fence (to munch on the weeds on the other side) got caught and grew garnished with gossamer spider threads and miniature drops of rain.

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Light Present and Past

Last week my uncle was baling hay and I couldn’t resist taking my phone and getting a few shots of the farm and bales one evening.

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I grew up going to his and my grandparents’ farm, staying weekends and weeks at a time over the years. Those were hot halcyon days filled with hazy, diffused sunlight and (barely) cool breezes blowing through the windows in the evening.

I was playing around with the Retrolux filter in the Snapseed app and came up with something that gets a little closer to what the farm means to me. The landscape shot through with memory, filled with light both present and past.

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At a Rest Stop on Mother’s Day

I don’t know why I’d never stopped at this rest area before. It’s the first one, right inside the South Carolina line coming from Georgia. It’s not like I haven’t driven that stretch of road dozens of times over the years. But today, I stopped. I’m glad I did. The rest stop sits on Lake Hartwell, and behind the mandatory rest stop facilities are a thick swath of trees on land gently sloping towards the water. I got out my phone, of course. I took lots of photos, but these, of a little girl, were the ones I liked best. Her mom was there taking photos of her (you can see her in the second photo)–a nice Mother’s Day outing. They both were having a blast.

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Yesterday’s Unplanned Trip to the Cemetery

What made me stop the car was seeing this juxtaposition:

A fire hydrant.
And just behind–flowers to honor and remember the dead.

Are they not both there to “save” something?

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I’ve loved cemeteries for the last several years, finding them not spooky and macabre but peaceful and full of gentle but hopeful reminders of our finite life as human beings. Cemeteries remind me not (just) of death but of a life that is beyond our ultimate control everyday–nonetheless, it is one that is beautiful and still full of meaning and love, no matter how imperfect.

Yesterday was a very windy day and the flag at this headstone had gotten caught in itself. Nevertheless, it still flew like a sail, very beautifully.

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The wind had knocked this wreath face down, but not the story behind it nor the intended interruption of death by the presence of remembrance in life.

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Even our stone monuments to the dead crack, break, and fall when given enough time. But strangely, to me the brokenness gives a different type–a more interesting–beauty than the smoothness of the original headstones. Or it can. And no amount of breaking of tombstones will shatter a family’s memory of the past–and the largest, shiniest, newest headstone cannot ensure it.

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The flowers here have blown to one side, contrasting with the (unshown) side where they are perfectly straight in their vase. I tend to think of life like this–we plan everything perfectly and then something comes along and knocks our plans to one side.

Sometimes we find we like it better that way.

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Kids. Water. Joy.

Jones Bridge Park on a Sunday (yesterday) afternoon–full of kids exploring cold water and playing with abandon.

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Phoneography Challenge: Nature. Tropical Storm Karen and the Cornfields

I hadn’t planned to participate in the Phoneography challenge this week, but as I was driving home today the remnants of Tropical Storm Karen drifting over harvested cornfields was too tempting not to try and capture.

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iPhoneography Monday: Black and White (in a Fog)

phoneography challenge wordpress croppedA couple of weeks ago I played hooky from all my early morning responsibilities by taking my iPhone out for a leisurely (and beautiful) walk in the fog. I posted a couple of the photos from that day in What I Did Instead….. What I’d forgotten is how many photos I’d taken with Camera + that I’d not moved to my camera roll. I discovered them last Wednesday when I’d stopped to take a photo of a rainbow on my way home from work and opened the app.

I probably would’ve left the photos a bit longer had I not learned about iPhoneography Monday at the end of last week and thought they’d be perfect for the black and white challenge this week. I took a few, processed them in Dramatic Black & White, and added frames (frame: Shadow II) in Photo Toaster.

These were shot in color and processed into black and white. When I first picked up a camera, a photographer friend, whose monochrome photography I adore, told me that all he ever did was shoot in color. He learned how to see a color scene in terms of the possibilities of black and white. (As a young photographer, he actually started by shooting in black and white–film–but came to enjoy the challenge of shooting in color for black and white.) For the most part, that’s what I do with all my cameras.  But I’m beginning to dabble in shooting with various monochrome camera apps , especially MPro. I plan to post some of those explorations as well. Do you have a favorite app you use for black and white mobile photography?

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