Sunday, July 30, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
More New England Garden pics, Last for the night, from a prize winning photographer
Yellow, cool shapes, rain water on petals, fuzz on leaves. How can you go wrong? Well, not quite as sharp as I'd have liked. I should have used the tripod!
I was going for the unseen, quiet little scene mood here. Lots of pretty things here, just gotta take the time to look and grok them all. That's a "Stranger in a Strange Land" reference for those that don't know what grokking is.
A New England Garden
I was up in Massachussetts last weekend, and took some pictures in the morning, after a rain, but it was still a little cloudy out. I didn't get quite what I wanted for colors, but...
I saw this wagon sitting there, with flowers on it, and taking the picture, I was hoping the viewer would wonder about where the gardener was, did they get interrupted while planting, or was this the plan... stuff like that there.
I started wanting to take pictures of these. None of the pictures really came out the way I saw them in my head, but this is kind of close.
Now thats some yellow!
I saw this wagon sitting there, with flowers on it, and taking the picture, I was hoping the viewer would wonder about where the gardener was, did they get interrupted while planting, or was this the plan... stuff like that there.
I started wanting to take pictures of these. None of the pictures really came out the way I saw them in my head, but this is kind of close.
Now thats some yellow!
Shallow thoughts about a deep subject
I was out driving around near sunset and came across an old cemetery next to a really old church. I've been thinking about death a lot lately (big surprise there!). I'm sure I could write a maudlin essay about it all, but that would require me to organize my thoughts, and I'm just not feeling like examining them in any kind of detail. First because I have other things to do ( I'll rest when I die) and second, as near as I can tell, it's (death that is) pretty unavoidable.
Anyways.. Seeing this made me wonder lots of things... What this little girl would have thought about a 46 year old looking at her head stone 136 years after she died. What took her from her parents, how did they deal with it, did she have siblings, how long did the surviving members live, how did the little girl's life and death affect the community... So, the death of a little girl so long ago stirred things up for me.
Now these are some peach pictures!
Friday, July 21, 2006
Last photos from a prize winning photographer, for the night
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