An online journal sharing my interests in photography, nature, coffee life, journaling, fountain pens, spirituality and asking deep questions.
Monday was an Estes Park day. I drove up the canyon and spent some time wandering the streets, in and out of shops. Found a coffeehouse and enjoyed a mocha along the Big Thompson Riverwalk. I enjoyed a lunch at a small Mexican restaurant. It was a be-good-to-me day.
“Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside awakens.” Carl Jung
No this is not from Lawrenceville or Charlotte but from what I hear it could be. Stay warm.
Street names are used for landmark purposes but house numbering was implemented by the postal system to aid in the delivery of mail. Throughout the world there are different schemes for numbers housing. In the US we primarily place odd numbers on one side (usually west or south) and even numbers on the other (usually north or east). I wonder how long they debated over that issue. We find them near the front door, over the garage and on our mailboxes. I would venture to say that mailboxes are another one of those subjects photographers find in their viewfinders.
…with most of my photographs, the subject appears as a found object, something discovered, not arranged by me. I usually have an immediate recognition of the potential image, and I have found that too much concern about matters such as conventional composition may take the edge off the first inclusive reaction.
Ansel Adams
Coming home from a visit to the doctors office I noticed this tree and how the afternoon light was bringing out it’s wonderful colors. I made another illegal u-turn, then stood among traffic to get a photo. I stood in traffic because I wanted the mailbox to big bigger and I only had the 35mm lens. Maybe I should bring along one of those construction workers fluorescent vests and keep a couple of pylons in my trunk. Then again a zoom lens would have been safer but there’s nothing like living on the edge.