Lonely Flower [Hidden Beauty]
I was feeling a little down when I went on a nature walk at Shelburne's Fishing Access. I stepped off the trail into a dark and buggy patch of wood, and when I spotted this little flower all by itself in the dark, I felt a powerful and undeniable kinship with it.
This one is from the archives, shot a few years ago in Charlotte using a Lumedyne battery-powered flash and my first DSLR, the Nikon D70. I was experimenting for the first time with balancing portable flash and natural light for use in a fashion context. We were just driving around the dirt roads looking for a cool location, and everything came together in this field. The shot was achieved after she purposely fell backwards 5 or 6 times until I caught her in the perfect position. No digital trickery was used. Looking at the EXIF data reminded me of a very quirky and unique feature of the D70: for some reason it could sync with flash up to 1/500th of a second instead of the more common 1/250th sync.
Terror and Wonder
"Only as a warrior can one survive the path of knowledge," he said. "Because the art of a warrior is to balance the terror of being a man with the wonder of being a man." - Don Juan / Carlos Castaneda, Journey to Ixtlan.
This was the first time that I ever parked at the foot of Charlotte's Mt. Philo, and instead of climbing it, decided to traipse around in the field at the base of it, snapping photos like a madman. Few things draw me in more than colors and patterns in nature. I've seen that same, tired view from the top a hundred times!
Does all complexity arise out of just a few simple rules? When I observe nature I can't help but believe that to be true.
Down To The Waterline
I got dirty and lay down in the gravel and mud on my side to snap this shot from just inches above the waterline.
I guess this is as close of a tribute to Edward Burtynsky as I could imagine doing. Or perhaps it's just a tribute to people named Edward. I'll let you be the judge.
The Rainbow Room
This was the day I chased a rainbow in Burlington.
If These Trees Could Speak, What Would They Say?
You have to get up pretty early in the morning if you want to see the mists of Bristol.
Nature's Paintbrush #002
Years ago I used to hike up a trail in Bristol that led to a cliff called Deer Leap. It was off limits at least half of the year because it's a nesting area for Peregrine Falcons. I believe they eventually made it off limits year round. This is looking at the steep area just below Deer Leap.