Looking back on photographic explorations over the past year…a new appreciation and sense of gratitude emerge for the power of reflection and solitude to bring us peace. Charlottesville, Virginia.
When the depth of the forest seems overwhelming, we can rely on the watchers among us to stand on the precipice, alert and reassuring, taking in all that is unseen…My friend stands watch on a rocky trailside promontory, a portrait of character and instinct. Little Yellow Mountain, Crozet, Virginia.
The reflections of white breasts of Canada Geese create a broken pattern on the creek, its rhythm completed by the reflection of a lone tree trunk…visual music painted on the water’s surface…motion and stillness in concert. Albemarle County, Virginia.
One of the fun things about travel is to see how different people express themselves. We step outside of our cozy environment and experience something new…and when we can appreciate it, regardless of understanding, we broaden our perspectives. Firenze, Italy.
I recently saw The David in Firenze. Forever youthful, I should not have been surprised, he was sporting more tattoos than I thought appropriate to his lineage. It was merely artful graffiti on the path to L’Accademia…but still I wondered, “will he look at those tats with regret in another 500 years?” Firenze, Italy.
The best tool for the job is the one you have in your hand. When stymied by closely spaced fencing, I abandoned my large 35mm camera and lens and put my iPhone 8 Plus to work. The camera is great and the result was interesting (in a good way). Saint Peter’s Basilica, Vatican City.
She waits at his foot, in the cool of the shadows, mildly interested in a scramble of squirrels. She’s a willing model and a great sport. Charlottesville, Virginia.
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