A snowy winter day in mid January. Not much to do, except look outside the window and stay warm. The weather outside may have been frightful, but the view inside was delightful. The song was better.
And coming soon, the Old House Brewery.
On a rainy mid winter day, the urge to drive to the countryside was too much to resist. It was cloudy, drizzly, cool (but not too cold), grey and wet near Washington DC. It was cloudy, drizzly, cool, grey and wet in Culpeper, Virginia as well. And yet, none of that mattered when I visited Old House Vineyards and Distillery. The vineyards and winery that Patrick and Allyson Kearney developed in the Virginia countryside is a wonderful place to visit. And on a soggy Saturday morning, the mood was anything but damp. Wine, chocolate fondue, good food, what could be better?
Rum. Maybe not better, but the spirits sold by the distillery certainly lifted the spirit of this damp visitor from the DC suburbs.
A walk to the World War II themed ABC store was greeted by several samples of Old House Bumbo 1758 Spiced Rum and Grog 349 Rum. Brewed in house by Keith Ballurio, the rums are enticement enough to make the drive through the rain more than worthwhile. Ryan Kearney, the other partner in the distillery business, has a wonderful vodka and an agave nectar that provide even more reasons to drive to the countryside.
And did I say that the place is beautiful? This is a great place to celebrate a wedding. A vineyard, a lake, wine, vodka and rum. Oh, the bride and groom would be ideal accouterments as well.
On this day in February, a groundhog was walking the grounds. Maybe winter isn’t over after all. One thing is certain. No matter the season, Old House is certainly worth a visit. And after a few tastings, you will probably go home with a bottle (or two, perhaps even more) of wine, vodka, rum, agave nectar,… I did.
On the first few days of our trip to Nova Scotia, the sun bid adieu and the clouds rolled into view. A drizzle here and there reminded us that the Atlantic Coast can be unforgiving. And yet, in the dank grey skies, you saw the beauty of the land that the hardy Nova Scotians call their home. The jagged coastline, the waves crashing incessantly on the rock strewn shores, the wind occasionally blowing in your face. Autumn’s colors had not yet come. The mostly monochromatic views accentuated the ruggedness of the land. When the skies are grey and the wind howls, I sometimes think of those days in Nova Scotia. And I smile.
It was a cloudy day in the D.C. suburbs. We are getting some badly needed rain. And, I had to make a short trip to Harrisonburg, Virginia. So I drive westward on Interstate 66. The clouds were hanging low as I approached the highlands of Shenandoah National Park. A little past the exit to the park, the sun peeked through the clouds. The low lying clouds, the fall colors highlighted by diffused sunlight – it was beautiful. So what kind of photography can you come up with while taking pictures from the side of a highway?
There’s only one way to find out. Slowing down from seventy miles per hour, I stopped by the roadside and glanced across the lanes of the interstate. Nestled in what looked like a small nook by the mountain was a house surrounded by saturated trees sporting saturated autumn colors. Out came the camera. One click. Another click. Another click.
It was time to go back to the highway and head westward towards Interstate 81. The traffic remained relatively light as I reached the junction to I81. Heading south towards Harrisonburg, the sun was beginning to set towards a horizon barely clear of clouds. In some spots. I saw a silo, the sun was setting behind some clouds, and I slowed down again to take more pictures from the highway.
After ten minutes in Harrisonburg, it was time to go back towards the D.C. suburbs. It was getting dark rather rapidly, but in the rear view mirror I spied upon a bright red sunset. The sun was nearly gone as I headed towards an exit at I81 and stopped by a gas station. Through some barren trees, towards Interstate 81, I saw the last vestiges of light.
Who knew that a gas station would be a good place to be to watch the sun set? Photography is incredibly rewarding. Images are waiting to be taken at almost every moment. Just keep your eyes open and your mind free. The pictures will be there for the taking.
Roadtrip! A mild October day was the catalyst for a short, mostly unplanned trip to the Fort Valley area of Virginia. After an hour driving westward on I66, and lunch at Front Royal, Virginia, it was time to decide. Visit Shenandoah National Park or drive towards the Massanutten high country?
Virginia is a beautiful state. This is especially true in the fall, when canopies of color cover the hills and valleys that roll westward, rising slowly towards the grand chain of peaks that form the heart of Appalachia. Fort Valley is a valley within a valley, so to speak, nestled between the Shenandoah Valley and the Massanutten mountains.
A mere seventy minutes from Washington D.C., Front Royal Virginia is the gateway to Skyline Drive and Shenandoah National Park. A launching point to smaller towns and villages that dot the Shenandoah Valley. In mid autumn, the state roads heading west and south are transformed into colorful avenues that beckon further exploration. A left turn at a stoplight. A few miles later, another left turn to Virginia 678. As the road meandered towards the George Washington National Forest, the cloud filled October sky gave way to a kaleidoscope of colors that seemed unending. The red, orange, yellow and green hues of the still leaf filled trees transform into a sonata of color as the road weaved up and down through mountain passes and the valley floor. A quiet Monday afternoon. A stunningly beautiful Monday afternoon.
You want to take a picture of some landmark or scenery that everyone else has taken a picture of. That’s okay. Each picture is indeed different, to some degree or another. The thing is, you can make something a little bit more interesting by taking the picture at different times of the day, different seasons, a slightly different perspective. You can make something familiar just a little bit different so that it becomes something that you own, so to speak. Here are four pictures of something that everyone has seen before – the Washington Monument and the Reflecting Pool, from the vantage point of somewhere in the Lincoln Memorial.
In the morning, after sunrise. Don’t over saturate the colors to make it look unnatural. Some clouds to make it more interesting. A silhouette works fairly well.
In the middle of a cloudy day, go low, go for contrast, accentuate the clouds. Black and white works well for this kind of picture.
In the blue hour, add an interesting element to the composition (people having their picture taken). With the lights on, the monument stands out against the bluish background. (The scaffolding makes it more interesting as well).
In the evening, the Washington Monument, with the Capitol in the background, really stands out. Make sure the lights in the walkway can be seen to add interest to the scene. Try black and white for the night photograph.
Four pictures of the same thing, from the same place. Are these pictures unique? Not really. If you really must have that picture of the Washington Monument and the Reflecting Pool in the mid day sun, have at it. A little variation, however, can make the familiar a little more interesting.
I’ve lived in the Washington D.C. area for decades. I have been looking at the pictures I have taken in Washington D.C. in the last decade or so. Surprisingly, I haven’t really taken that many pictures of the familiar landmarks in isolation. Sure, I have taken a lot of pictures of the Washington Monument, the Lincoln Memorial, the Capitol. More often than not, these landmarks are not the focal points of the photograph.
I have taken the beautiful things around me for granted. How many people travel halfway around the world to see the Washington Monument from the steps of the Lincoln Memorial? I have taken countless pictures of countless people with these iconic monuments in the background. I show my friends and relatives the sites that I know are beautiful, all the while not really seeing the beauty before me. Wonder is transformed to banality.
As a matter of course, I always read Lincoln’s words when I visit the Lincoln Memorial (several times a year). The words never lose their meaning. It’s time to look at the familiar in the same way. Beauty is not only in what we see, but also in what we think. The thought for the day. Familiarity is not an impediment to creativity. Complacency is.