Posted on November 2, 2016
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.
Posted on May 1, 2016
A couple of weeks ago the Holga 25mm f/8 lens I ordered from Hong Kong arrived. I finally took it out of the box and decided to play around this afternoon. I shot with a sepia filter. I love the air of mystery, even enchantment, it can lend to a scene.
Posted on December 17, 2015
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.
Iphone 5s, Camera+ app (macro setting)
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Posted on May 10, 2015
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.
Posted on May 2, 2015
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
Posted on April 13, 2015
Jones Bridge Park on a Sunday (yesterday) afternoon–full of kids exploring cold water and playing with abandon.