Last Saturday morning, I woke up shortly after the sun had awakened and Huntley Meadows, one of the local wildlife refuges, beckoned. There was only one thing that made me think that maybe, just maybe, I should stay in bed. The sky was overcast and the weather casters predicted about two inches of rain for the weekend. I was pretty sure I wanted to just go out, go for a short hike, and take some pictures. There was, however, something weighing on my mind. It was grey. It was dull. What pictures were there to take in such a day as this? In short, while I knew what I wanted to do, how will the reality of the on and off drizzle mesh with my idea of taking pictures of birds in spring? My heart said go ahead. My head asked why? How so?
Sometimes the head wins out. Sometimes the heart flutters too much and like the sweet smell of sampaguitas, the feeling envelops you, and the world feels new. Is new. The dawn of a new day. A little muted, perhaps, but alive with possibilities.
And so it was that three hours was spent walking around in the on and off sprinkles from the sky. And sometimes, the sun decided to tease a little warmth into the cool May morning. The heart may be a lonely hunter at times, but then again, it can only be so. For in the ups and downs and ups in life, we find our way to life lived, a life lived well.
How so? The answer is simple. Make it so. And here are the pictures to prove it.
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.
There is no place quite like Yosemite National Park. It’s been a while since I visited the park – all my pictures were taken with my old Minolta film cameras. I’ve been looking through my slide collection lately and after looking at these pictures for the first time in over twenty five years, it was time to “scan” some of the slides so that they can finally be a part of my digital collection. Here are a few pictures from my last trip to Yosemite, taken in May 1994. I need to go back and visit this wonderful place once again. Of course, I can say the same thing about Bryce, Yellowstone, Arches, Acadia, the Tetons – the national parks are a true treasure that have endured for millennia. Let us work together to ensure that these landmarks, centuries from now, are still a source of wonder and inspiration for those who come after us. Assuming, of course, that Yellowstone doesn’t blow its top in the meantime.
A beautiful, sunny, cool October morning was the catalyst for taking a short walk at Huntley Meadows Park in suburban Alexandria, Virginia. Huntley is one of those hidden gems. It has winding trails, woods, and wetlands, in a compact location in the middle of suburban Alexandria (the Fairfax County part), Virginia. Fall migration is still in full swing, so this may be a good opportunity to get some decent pictures of our avian friends.
I made it to the open area, the marshy area that presaged the wetlands. The birds were certainly singing. I wanted to go further down the boardwalk, to the place where the belted kingfishers dwelt, but I stopped. For forty five minutes or so I only walked an additional twenty five yards or so. The culprit?
A heavy, morning mist, with the sun streaming down, on a small part of Huntley Meadows. You can literally see the sunbeams, white mist, and a hint of color. It looked interesting and bland at the same time. If only there was a little bit more color on that scene. Well, there was! A little bit. The dehaze feature of Adobe Camera Raw can do some interesting things. And though the dehazed image was initially dull, one could see a hint of color in the image. A delicate restoration of color information may result in an interesting picture. After working with the contrast, sharpness, saturation and vibrance sliders, the following pictures came out.
And as a bonus, a stalk blowing in the wind.
The pictures came out with an “impressionistic” look. Restating the title of this post, I came for the birds, but the light was right.