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Barns have become more of a regular subject of mine. I don't take many man made images but I find a quaint old barn makes for a beautiful scenic subject.
I hope everyone enjoys this image! :D
Here's an archived shot from November. I haven't shot a single frame in almost two weeks. It's kinda sad.
Telegraph Tuesday
We decided to get outside and get some exercise and fresh air today. We went down to the Black Diamond Trail, walked a little then it started to rain so we hurried back to the Jeep and went home. The sky was amazing!
I was in upstate NY for a few days and I should have waited until next week to go for peak fall colors, but it was still beautiful!
Columbian Presbyterian Church in Lafayette, NY.
I took this shot in 2009 while stationed in Ithaca, NY as a military recruiter. Here in 2022, I came back and did some editing to add some 'star spikes' to a select few of the stars.
Taken on a Canon 7D with Canon 70-200mm f/2.8L lens
Took this last year. This is a short trip from my home. I simply love the scenery around here. Did this with Dynamic Auto Painter. Thanks for the tip Cindy!
A mid-April sunrise looking North up the Hudson River from the shore of Lighthouse Park in Ulster Park.
FGLK GS-2 sweep turn departs the industrial wasteland of Auburn, NY on its way to Geneva, NY with a sharp pair of SD38s leading the way. Once again thanks to Plantmanic Resort and Tours Inc for showing me around.
In late October, when the autumn colors had already left NC, my wife and I took a quick run into upstate SC and NE Georgia to check out tree color. Our first stop was Isaqueena Falls in NW South Carolina. Since it was a rainy day, I was pleased to see some fog around the falls. Colors were not all that great but I think this is a pretty scene.
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ODC-Atmospheric
Now that the sun is out (though I don't know where) I can see better, lots of blustery weather today!
Beckoning off to the side (explore another time?) I saw a path to a small waterfall tumbling down a boulder-strewn stream bank, my last look at this truly scenic area; from here, driving the Oscar Wigington Memorial Highway (State Rd S-37-413) in Sumter National Forest, we continued to Whitewater Falls Road (SC-130), crossed over the border from South Carolina into North Carolina (NC-281), and passed Whitewater Falls Lane [35.027789, -83.017671] with its scenic Upper Whitewater Falls Trail Access, on our way to the Rosman Highway (US-64), and back to Brevard
Wigington Overlook – 2021APR13 – SC Highway 413, SC:
The Oscar Wigington Scenic Byway overlook is a highlight, one of the most spectacular overlooks in South Carolina's Upstate.
We stopped as evening set in, accompanied by a light drizzle.
The best of our 848 captures are in a mini-themed album:
• Outing to Oconee State Park, SC – 2021APR13
◦ Moody Spring – 2021APR13 – SC Highway 107
◦ Oconee State Park – 2021APR13 – Mountain Rest, SC
◦ Wigington Overlook – 2021APR13 – SC Highway 413
Hope you don't overlook our best dozen Overlook captures!
The Indian Castel Church was constructed to serve the Mohawk communities of the region prior to the American Revolutionary war.
I think it's the Lake Shore Marshes Wildlife Management Area in Wayne County but I'm not completely sure.
Nikon FE2
24mm Nikkor f/2.8 Ais
Kodak Ultramax
Photographed at the Cars & Coffee of the Upstate.
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My most beautiful hiding places,
places that best fit my soul’s deepest colors,
are made of all that others forgot.
They are solitary sites hollowed out in the grass’s caress,
in a shadow of wings, in a passing song;
regions whose limits swirl with the ghostly carriages
that transport the mist in the dawn,
and in whose skies names are sketched, ancient words of love,
vows burning like constellations of drunken fireflies.
Sometimes earthly villages pass, hoarse trains make camp,
a couple piles marvelous oranges at the edge of the sea,
a single relic is spread through all space.
My places would look like broken mirages,
clippings of photographs torn from an album to orient nostalgia,
but they have roots deeper than this sinking ground,
these fleeing doors, these vanishing walls.
They are enchanted islands where only I can be the magician.
And who else, if not I, is climbing the stairs towards those attics in the clouds
where the light, aflame, used to hum in the siesta’s honey,
who else will open again the big chest where the remains of an unhappy story lie,
sacrificed a thousand times only to fantasy, only to foam,
and try on the rags again
like those costumes of invincible heroes,
circle of fire that inflamed time’s scorpion?
Who cleans the windowpane with her breath and stirs the fire of the afternoon
in those rooms where the table was an altar of idolatry,
each chair, a landscape folded up after every trip,
and the bed, a stormy short cut to the other shore of dreams,
rooms deep as nets hung from the sky,
like endless embraces I slid down till I brushed the feathers of death,
until I overturned the laws of knowledge and the fall of man?
Who goes into the parks with the golden breath of each Christmas
and washes the foliage with a little gray rag that was the handkerchief for waving goodbye,
and reweaves the garlands with a thread of tears,
repeating a fantastic ritual among smashed wine glasses and guests lost in thought,
while she savors the twelve green grapes of redemption—
one for each month, one for each year, one for each century of empty indulgence—
a taste acid but not as sharp as the bread of forgetfulness?
Because who but I changes the water for all the memories?
Who inserts the present like a slash into the dreams of the past?
Who switches my ancient lamps for new ones?
My most beautiful hiding places are solitary sites where no one goes,
and where there are shadows that only come to life when I am the magician.
- Olga Orozco, Ballad of Forgotten Places
Translated from the Spanish, Balada de los Lugares olvidados. www.poesiademujeres.com/2012/10/balada-de-los-lugares-olv...
Yannis Martynov Edit
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Izzie's Mainstore sim
Perry City Road. It was super foggy again this morning. We left for the gym just as it was all dissipating and I captured this along the way to Trumansburg, NY.