Whenever I walk and there is a path or a walkway I have to shoot it. It serves no other purpose than to ground my photos that day. It makes me think of prospective and where I should be pointing the camera. What line will the eye take when someone looks at it? Once I have that all figured out then I can shoot in peace. All the other photos for the rest of the day will be how I want them. If I can not get this simple photo right then nothing will work out, besides I wonder where all of these paths go.
Category Archives: Trees
It is always a rule to carry a camera at all times no matter how inconvenient it is. Not a stunning place, but one that will bring back fond memories for me. The entire family out for a walk and not really being aware of our surroundings this wonderful sunset comes along. As I looked up I notice that several photographers has gathered to take the shot. I shuttered that I did not have a camera and then I remembered my Leica DLUX 4. I had it ready to shoot and using the program mode I was able to capture this shot. It capped off a perfect afternoon. No stress, or mess, just fun and time.
In the dark and January winter the trees stand silently as the snow covers their branches and all of the ground around them. Few people visit them at this time. Year after year they are there, day after day. If it is your favorite spot to picnic you hardly notice from year to year as the trees grow and experience natures seasons. Sometimes you hardly notice they are there except when you need shelter or shade. The paths you walk on through the woods are covered with the snow. They will be here for a long time, maybe you will take your grandchildren to share.
These are the cold bare days of winter. I love them, the colors are perfect and the air crystal clear. I can see better definition during these days. Once you look through natures camouflage and become one with it you can see things not normally seen. How well does God do? It is perfect and quiet. It is a privilege to be able to see this. To many, it is just weeds and snow. Look and see what you can see. BTW this is one of my first photos with my Leica DLUX 4. What a great camera.
It is the last moments of fall. Autumn came and is almost gone. The crisp air is almost the strong winter wind that takes our breath away. The calm and quiet of fall is giving way to the lonely and desolate days of winter. The sky is colder looking, the ground is harder and the grass is dying. Leaves left on the ground lie in wait to deaden the grass underneath. It is not the end, instead the continuation of a life cycle that continues on whether we are hear to see it or not.
The morning before work I looked out the window an noticed an absence of the sun. The rain was almost there as a drop fell here or there. I walked outside. There will be very few days left that the children will play on the swings and slides. The colder air and the snow will prevail.
This is a quiet moment to just look around and enjoy what God has given us. The trees and their colors, a shed in the back yard to keep the tools to keep the yard and of course the slide and swings for the Grandkids.
The trees in the backyard are as old as can be and every year they do not disappoint. They bring you back to a time and a place when you are young and the cool air of the season makes everything a little smaller and a little friendlier. When i was younger we moved all of the time so much so that we children (all seven of us) never really owned anything but what we wore. Now I love the idea that I am not moving. I can see the same things and find tradition in what I see. The is a stability, just like the trees. Many times I wish I could live in a small town and to have done the things that small town people do. Their life seems so perfect and although surely they must know every thing their neighbors do. I think that is OK they are then more able to accept anomalies in others lives. I am sure the people who live there do not look at things the same way I do. As we all know the grass always appears greener on the other side of the fence. Tonight I can smell wood burning from someones fireplace as it wafts into my room. It reminds me of a separate life when I lived in New England. There is one smell I miss and it has been outlawed by all the people who know better, the leaves burning in the curb.