Tag: Bushes

  • Funk #48

    W eird scenes inside the gold mine. On one hand, a friend suggested that I write a book to which I replied as I always do. I don’t think I have a book in me. On the other hand, I was told to stay in my lane by a person who didn’t like it when […]

  • You Got Gold

    Light. There would be no photography without it. After all, we know that photography means painting or writing with light. In many ways, this picture is the essence of it. The bushes are wet, the sunlight found the water droplets and this is what we have. I’m sorry to say that even though I compressed […]

  • Nature Begins

    It’s nature’s way. One of you commented something along the lines of nature has a way of overcoming whatever humans do. Nature seeks stasis. Nature is patient. Nature always wins in the end. Nature doesn’t care. I wasn’t sure where  I was going with this, then it came to me. Human beings are a speck […]

  • So It Comes

    Finally. Autumn looks like it is suppose to look. Leaves falling. Bushes turning. Flowers dying. After months of complaining about the heat, cool and cold weather finally arrived. How cool? How cold? The last cold front brought us into the 40s and highs in the 50s. We will warm up a little into the high […]

  • All The Color

    All the color. Normally, I do my best to isolate the subject in my work. When, I saw this scene I was wowed. After fiddling around, I knew the best way to capture what I saw was to stand back and take in as much as I could. There was only so far back I […]

  • The Swamp

    See? A swamp. Where we live. Well, kinda. Sorta. A real swamp would likely be very deep and wet this time of year. Most of the real swamps have been developed. Into concrete. But, here and there, you can find some little groves of what came before us. This one takes about ten minutes to […]

  • Waiting…

    Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. That’s the hardest part said Tom Petty. As of now, the storm has slowed down a bit. We should get rain and winds along towards the end of the afternoon with the storm passing through around midnight. Or, after midnight as J.J, Cale wrote and Eric Clapton sang. It’s a Category 1 […]

  • Summer One

    I’m trying to make ten great summertime pictures. This could be one of those pictures. It speaks to me about the hot sun, the wild plants growing along fences, buildings and up and over anything that has been abandoned. We don’t really have Kudzu down here in the swamp. But, just about everything grows. For […]

  • In a Garden

    At one time, the place where I happened upon this Blessed Virgin statue, must have been something to see. To the left of this scene are big sweeping stairs that I imagine lead to a big impressive front door of whatever house was there at one time. Today… “ain’t der no mo’” I have no […]