Posted on December 31, 2013
Asking a photographer to pick his or her favorite picture is like asking a parent to pick their favorite child; you love them all, but in different ways. Here are eight of my favorites from the ones I posted this year. Which is your favorite? Others posted that you like more? I will be posting my favorite unposted-in-2013 pictures in a few days.
Posted on December 28, 2013
Last weekend an ice storm hit much of lower Michigan. As I mentioned, we were in Douglas last weekend so my car did not have its usual garage comfort. When I went to check on my car, I found I had a Pontiac G6 ice cube. I did a close-up image of both my headlights and taillights. The last picture was taken near home on our ice world trip back to Spring Arbor.
Posted on December 26, 2013
Douglas and Saugatuck are both on the Eastern shore of Lake Michigan. Though adjacent, they are separated by the Kalamazoo River. Last weekend we were in Douglas looking out towards Saugatuck. These three pictures were all taken from the deck in the condo we stayed in.
The first is of a seagull. This was taken with limited field of focus through a narrow window of visibility in a tree. The second is of Saugatuck across the water, at dusk. The last is essentially the same view, but a photo painting of the lights at night at a very slow (8 second) shutter speed.
Both communities are worth visiting with great hospitality, beautiful art shops/studios, and good food.
Posted on December 23, 2013
Icicles bring a sense of dread to me, similar to the Greek legend of the sword of Damocles. Perhaps my fear of these icy daggers comes from my childhood when I broke off a very large icicle. The bottom part went where I intended, but the larger upper part crashed through a six foot wide picture window. As my self-prescribed therapy I decided to try and capture some of the beauty of ice. In the process I also caught some icy hands reaching down . . . more to worry about! (What? Me worry?)
Snow also has a fearsome yet gentle beauty about it. It can be dangerous to drive in, but it also has a mystical, soothing quality. The last image is from my deck. Following that image is a poem that often comes to mind this time of year. Merry Christmas to all.
Falls the snow, I feel it.
Crystal candles dropping
soft hush-light on our world;
pine trees shower snow dust
from moon silhouettes
as west winds swish to ease reverie.
Deep blue midnight surrounds two.
Our steps leave memories in the snow
as warm hearts fight cold silence.
We wandered peaceful through the night,
each to each thinking on days past.
Pure Snow Brilliance would shout our guilt
but snow-wrought memories returned us to
our innocent youths
and like children
we embraced the early morning snow with frolic.
Blanketed in snow, we laughed,
but hollow echos told the truth.
It was gone
and tears grew cold upon our faces.
Posted on December 20, 2013
Posted on December 17, 2013
One of the first words my oldest grandson learned how to spell was “pizza”. He is still a huge pizza fan and enjoys going to the place Pat and I went to after our latest shoot together. My small town is privileged to have the only wood-fired pizza place in the Jackson area. While I generally prefer Chicago-style deep dish pizza, the offerings at Slice of Spice are all delicious.
The next thing to catch your eye is the 700 degree oven and the beautiful decor decked out for Chritmas.
Posted on December 13, 2013
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
These words end the 1916 poem by Robert Frost titled The Road Less Taken. It is a thought-provoking poem about the directions our lives can take and the regret or peace we can have about our path. Some would say I have taken the road less traveled, but in reality, for me, it was the only road to travel.
When Pat and I shoot together we often take the roads less traveled. The woods at Blueberry Hill were no exception. Two roads were available to us and we chose to take the one less traveled. It was a quiet, serene journey. The coyotes, fox, deer, and turkeys that call these woods home did not come out to meet us. We each wandered in the directions our eye would take us for a couple of hours; together but on our journeys. We can photograph the same thing, but what we see and try to capture can be quite different.
These photos are some of what caught my eye. They all have one-word titles so your mind can take its own path in viewing them. I did add one picture from a different woods that I wandered into during the same week.
Yes, that’s Pat. Love to hear your thoughts on any paths these photos take you on.