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We are coming up on September already. Students are back in school. Mornings are turning crisp so I’ll be putting the shorts away pretty soon. Not sure how many images I have of this broken fence. But, I take a photo just about every other time I walk past it. Anyway, if I’ve posted an image of it before, I apologize.
“We are all broken and wounded in this world. Some choose to grow strong at the broken places.”
― Harold J. Duarte-Bernhardt
There’s no rhyme or reason to what makes a great photo. Most of the time it is pure chance and a quick shutter finger, but other times it is planning, ingenuity and sometimes even stalking.
Chelsea Roberson
I watched him stop and turn the white pickup truck around. I knew he was coming to check on me. He’d watched me pull over just after we’d passed each other on the dirt road. It is nice to know there are caring people wanting to make sure we’re okay. I often wonder what goes through peoples head when they see an old man siting in the bar ditch, camera mounted on his tripod about two feet off the ground, adjusting our GND filters and watching the sunset. They watch as we swat at mosquitos and flies but have a smile while the frogs croak in the distance. When he saw what I was doing he just slowly drove on by, offering a friendly wave. This is not the only time I’ve had people check on me. I like that.
I have several images of this tree taken during all four seasons and at different times of the day. This tree lies along a three-quarter mile stretch of dirt road leading to the Arapahoe Bend Nature Area. I’ve been going out there for the past 10 years for quiet time and photography. I’ve seen many a hawk perched on one it’s branches and even an eagle. I like this old tree and what it stands for. Over that ten years I’ve had the chance watch this area change.
“What separates artists from ex-artists is that those who challenge their fears, continue; those who don’t, quit. Each step in the artmaking process puts that issue to the test.” Art and Fear
This image is post processed using an extreme HDR Pro 2 preset. I like it. There is no sign of the city. No sounds of the city. Just the wind blowing in the grass. It’s an image that reminds me why I get up early, make my latte, and drive east to watch the sun come up.
But, there is another reason I get up early. The birds! As took the above image a couple meadowlarks were singing in the back ground. Ever notice how birds are up early? And, they’re singing. And, they’re happy. Ever wonder why? Well, maybe it’s because, as William Camden says, “The early bird catches the worm.” Or, in this case it’s probably going to be flying insects, but still. Begs the question why the insects are out so early. Why don’t they just sleep in late and not get caught? One of those nature things. But without all that circle of life stuff, I wouldn’t get to enjoy hearing them sing in the morning when I get up early.
Make visible what, without you, might perhaps never have been seen. – Robert Bresson
Taken on a walk near my hotel in Montrose, Colorado.
The rain stopped. After two days of rain we awoke on Christmas morning to blue skies and sunshine. Temperature was 22 degrees when I crawled out of bed and made a drive east of town. I ended up in an area new to me so found some interesting subjects and more importantly to me, open space. I will post a few over the next few days. This fence was what caught my attention and played around with it for awhile. I hope everyone had a great Christmas Day!