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The view of autumn trees along a curve in the road along Highway 3 in the Adirondacks near Saranac Lake, Upstate New York
So I haven't been around for awhile. Life got busy and then I just decided to take a little break.
I took a couple of trips to the Adirondacks to have some fun with my drone. I got some good shots and I will be sharing a few.
I hope everyone enjoys this image! :D
Abstract of autumn leaves in the High Peaks Area of the Adirondack Mountains near Lake Place, Upstate New York. This photographic effect is created in the camera by using a slow shutter speed and a small aperture. The abstract is created by the colorful foliage.
Sunlight on fallen autumn leaves on a hiking trail in the High Peaks Area of the Adirondack Mountains near Lake Placid, Upstate New York. The colorful autumn leaves make a nice pile on a hiking trail.
Silhouette and reflection of a solitary Merganser duck swimming on Fish Creek Pond at sunset in the Adirondacks near Saranac Lake, Upstate New York
Whiteface Mountain | Connery Pond, New York
We arrived early morning for sunrise at Connery Pond and were astonished by the color explosion and magical fog wrapping around the lake. Connery Pond is located in North Elba in the Adirondacks of New York. It has one of the most iconic views on Whiteface Mountain and is visited by many photographers each year. The surrounding is very peaceful.
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Lake George, Adirondacks, NY.
There's often not much room to see anything on the lake's shores, other than the opposite side, because of the way the forest crowds the shoreline. But a little scene unfolded while I explored, shooting up the water and including this near shore. The atmosphere lent a hand, removing the distance and distraction. With a little drama, the image became more intimate, animating the snag that appears to be reaching for meaning in that sky, while the nearer trees seem to reach for the wayward son. Behind the backdrop, even the reach of the lake is indeterminate. In this dimension, it is hard to tell the feel--anger in an approaching storm, the sadness of a dreary day, or maybe the hope of a sunrise? I'll let you reach your own conclusions. Things are not always as they seem.
Parts of this wide channel into the back bay of the lake are blocked by vegetation of various sorts [there's room to paddle around them].
This is a detail of the photo below:
I teamed up with DDG for this. DDG gave the scene a new color tone and texture, and I just painted in some details.
I don't get very high up into these mountains anymore, but my daughters do. I hope to go on painting some of their scenes. This scene is typical of many climbs - a view out over the forest from a rocky stream crossing.
No one for miles around on this misty/rainy day. Just my daughter and myself admiring a pond full of flowers.
Lake George, Adirondacks, NY. A wall of overcast greeted me on this morning at the southern end of Lake George, and I didn't hold out a lot of hope for sunrise. But the fabric of gray began to tear a little here and there, the light used the opportunity to highlight and color the sky, and the dark water threw back the reflection. I am headed north, into the heavier fog laying over Dunham Bay, but here I wait to see how the morning reveals itself. What kind of mood are you in, I wonder. You are unsure, but there is a sunrise anyways. And for now I hope the morning smiles on me.
We're almost in the back bay, and the sky is getting brighter. Somewhere up ahead, the sun is hitting the treetops. Exactly when the sun 'rises' depends on how high the hills are to your east at the moment. In a kayak, as you move forward, you can literally paddle into the sunrise.
Elk Lake sits among the high peaks of the Adirondack Mountains, and is privately owned - but happily, the owners run a rustic, old-fashioned resort for the public. It's pricey but you're paying for the view - which is spectacular. We stayed one night to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary a few years ago.
Avalanche Lake, High Peaks Wilderness, Adirondacks, NY. The walk down from Avalanche Pass to the lake drops steeply in a narrow passage between mountainsides. I am deposited on a questionable shore, with a snow cover hiding the edge of the ice. Down at the other end, the wind channels between the peaks to find the low areas, to whip the ground snow upward in a frenzy that is illuminated by the sun just cresting the peaks to the east. But I stand in relative shelter, surrounded and protected by snow dusted and ice crusted cliffs that tower hundreds of feet above me on either side. I am grateful to be out of the stinging wind, but after a long trek in the early morning through closed forest and shadowed gaps, I am longing for sun. I stand, chilled and shivering now that the heat of moving has worn off, looking at the line between darkness and light. I cross so easily from one side to the other as I journey, but the drama of it isn't usually so easy to see. Choosing the wrong trail can be gloomy for a long time, but usually I don't think about that before I go down it. The destination always seems bright, but I guess I've found the word always to be a sad destination. If I wait long enough, the earth will turn and the sun ascend, to bathe me in light and relative warmth. But waiting won't speed that up, and so I move. And if you are coming down the trail, maybe we'll reach a line, and step from shadows into light.
Owl's Head Mountain, Adirondacks, NY. I awake, again. How is it that I come here to get away and there everything is, still banging around in my head. So I get up, and see that the Way has risen as well, and runs like a nebulous cloud above. In the valley below, fog has risen in an inversion layer, lit by the heavens above. I take a few shots, and then sit to watch for shooting stars for awhile. Maybe this is something God wants me to see, that there are endlessly more things out there than my insignificant problems. I yield, and retire to my tent and sleep.
I hope I can remember how I got this painting to turn out this way! The original photo was dull and lackluster.
Great Grey Owl
The Great Grey Owl or Great Gray Owl (Strix nebulosa) is a very large owl, documented as the world's largest species of owl by length. It is distributed across the Northern Hemisphere, and it is the only species in the Strix (genus) found in both Eastern and Western Hemispheres. In some areas it is also called Phantom of the North, Cinereous Owl, Spectral Owl, Lapland Owl, Spruce Owl, Bearded Owl, and Sooty Owl.
For more info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_grey_owl