Showing posts with label Bernardston. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bernardston. Show all posts

Friday, November 27, 2009

Foggy Morning


I've made many images of this place and not all (very few) end up as something I want to look at later. I think I like the place better than it photographs, the two can sometimes be confused. It's a matter of being there at the right time, with the right stuff. This is an intersection of a few roads, I didn't pull off to far, just hopped out and started shooting for a while. The road and barn were as quiet as the air looked, and felt.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Eagles Nest


We've watched for this nest every time we went by on rte 5. I get a little help from the moisture of the Connecticut river which is on the other side of this. I had a camera with a fixed lens which wasn't very long. In the old days this would have bothered me. I've learned to work with what I have and not complain. I'm here, the subjects here, what would someone do hundred years ago with a box camera? A long lens or walk would have given me a nice shot of a pile of sticks and branches in the tree. Environment is important to the subject. I'd like this image without the nest (or eagle). What a view though.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Dead Tree




I've passed this field and tree for many years and always wondered why the farmer never took this tree down. This is a big hayfield and there's no reason to see why the tree should stay and have people working around it. I figured sooner or later nature would take it's course so I'd better figure out the shot. Some things look easy, maybe sound easy, especially when there finished. Maybe this as all the images I take are there and waiting but I don't see it that way. If the subject is there, and I'm there, it's not enough. I think there has to be a mental connection also. It could be like cooking where you need all the right ingredients, timing, temps, and attitude to make the taste go above and beyond. When I made this, I knew before I shot it was going to happen this day. After years of driveby's, and the one time I connected, the tree came down. People now look through the field towards the tree line for dear. There's no stopping at the tree like I did wondering why. It's just a field now.

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