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It is hard to believe that warm storm coming in a month ago. I am a month behind on uploading and now there will be a storm of uploads.
I could not resist the snow and the stream.
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Sometimes I am just overwhelmed by the scale of things as I pass by. The hills are steep and rise sharply out of the meadows. The cows look very small against the mountainside
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I have had such fun this week exploring tones. These images of the country side are almost black and white even without doing anything to them. I was always taught early on my first photographer teacher was all about capturing the shot and the full frame.
Uploading these now, a week later, I had no idea the snow that was in store. I thought this was a lot! The color of this is exactly as it was this early morning. It is often very very blue. The sun rises over the mountains to the right out of the picture, hence the pink reflection on the shed.
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Many people fly the flag of Tennessee together with the Stars and Stripes here. The flag against the weather is a meaningful statement to me.
Here is another tree friend from my walk.
I am very behind on my posting but I want the 365 community to know I have been viewing and enjoying the pictures and hope I am still a part of! My friends the trees are enjoying their momentary fame.
This is my new friend the beech tree. I am behind in uploading my photos…school started this week! I try to walk at least 6 days a week and found this on my walk on Jan 16, the day I posted the bark photo.
To those of you who know about Woodland things here is a tree that I found that I hung out in a little while today. It is an oak tree and one of the pictures you can see little feces left behind by an animal friend. Who do you suppose he was what kind of animal leaves a trace like that
I finally went to the top of “our” (elbow and I) hill today. I miss her but will love another doggie when she comes to me.
Twelve of Twelve. A breathless morning in August for August twelfth. Work to be done, work in progress, the work of living, things growing, close to the earth
Yesterday, we visited Fruitlands Museum. What an interesting place. It was the experimental farm of Bronson Alcott.
Our family has always been in Mass and my mother visited with her book group last week, and liked it so much she brought my father and I yesterday. It was amazing, something for everyone. A museum full of Hudson River school paintings, an on site artist, the home of Bronson Alcott, a Shaker house, an Indian museum…amazing.
There was an ice storm in Goshen in the winter of 2008. It is hard to imagine it was this long ago. There was so much ice and snow; we were visiting New England over Christmas. We were stranded with good friends, plenty of food, no elecricity or water for over a week.
I took so many pictures. The light in the ice was an infinite maze of line and form. am fascinated by the close up view, the way soft forms are encased in the ice, wish I could learn to manipulate glass and recreate it. It was like being in a crystal palace.