mobile photography
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Fog and Autumn Leaves on the Blue Ridge Parkway
Beautiful drive on the Blue Ridge Parkway today. In and out of the fog, sometimes so dense you could barely see the trees. But here and there a pocket opened up and I could get a shot or two in with my iPhone. I’m a sucker for both fog (as some of you know) and…
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Old Photos, New Play: Back to Nature and Landscapes
I take a lot of photos with my iPhone. That’s why I have 64 GB storage. I don’t like to let very many of them go. Recently I’ve been in a landscapes mood. I’ve been scrolling through my camera roll, my fingers itching to play with expanses of nature. So I played and edited three…
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Nighttime Playground
I’ve been a little behind in posting the images from the iPhone Eternal Childhood series to the blog. Here’s one I did a couple months ago: “Nighttime Playground.” Each night, the Moon kisses secretly the lover who counts the stars. ~~Rumi
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Caught
This piece originally began with what I thought would be a series (and it may still be). I was working on two different pieces dealing with our relationship as humans with the “natural world.” I was unhappy with where I had gotten with both of them and on a whim I decided to try them…
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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. 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…
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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…
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Eternal Childhood: Looking Forward, Looking Back
Another iPhone creation for the Eternal Childhood series. Looking into the past for its own promises, fulfilled–or maybe not quite fulfilled–can be an endless process, an endless regress that may not reveal any new wisdom–and we might miss the promise right in front of us, smaller at the moment, but glowing brightly, ready to lead…
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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? 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…
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