When I Hiked

Recently I was walking around a public park in Greensboro, NC and there were two specific aspects I saw, on a life-sized bronze statue on display, that got my attention. The first was a hiking stick being held, and the second were the hiking boots being worn. These two images reminded me a lot of my past.



Up until the time in my life when I was no longer physically able to do the sort of rugged hiking I once did, there were few things I enjoyed more than exploring alone, trails, woods, lake shores and mountain scenery on foot. I usually had a stout walking stick to help my balance, and always wore a sturdy and comfortable pair of boots. Most times I carried a camera to record what I saw. I recall one time specifically when I finally reached the bottom of a rocky gorge I’d hiked to in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia, descending about 2000 feet elevation over steep twisting and ankle bending trails, when I had to stop, sit down on a large fallen tree trunk, and begin to regain my breath and to let my shaking legs rest. After eating an energy bar, and draining about half of my limited water supply, I asked myself if this sort of strenuous outdoor activity was really worth it. Well, after I continued on my way along a stream flowing through the base of the gorge, toward the trail that would eventually take me back up the steep gorge to where I had parked my car I discovered something that made it easy to answer my question of “worth” with a resounding “yes.”

Off in the dark woods, I spotted a rock wall about four feet high. It was obviously man-made, and surrounded what I saw right away was a cemetery. There were about twenty, crude stone-slab grave markers there, and the ones on which the carved letters were still legible, I determined that the people buried there had died before 1910. Many were the graves of babies who had died in less than two years after being born, a testament to exactly how hard life was in these mountain valleys during that time. Strangely, a few of the graves had artificial flowers neatly arranged on top. Someone, I thought, had been visiting this old cemetery recently. Who were they and how did they get here I wondered. Had they hiked down the steep trail I did, or was there some other way to the site? No matter how they got there, they deeply cared about the place.

As I began my hike back up the slope I concluded that doing what I was doing that day was not only excellent physical activity, but the real benefit was being able to discover such a relatively hidden place, clearly with a great amount of sentiment being given to it by those who had placed the flowers on those graves. When I finally made it to my car (again gasping and straining to walk easy) I finished off my water supply and promised myself that so long as I was physically able, I’d continue to hike and explore. It’s memories of such times that give me joy today. When I see objects like the hiking staff and boots on the bronze statue in Greensboro, I flash back to those days when I hiked.



Something about the Photo

Whenever I return home from a photo journey, the first thing I do is transfer the pictures from my camera’s memory card onto my laptop. Then, I look at each photo and select those which I like, and then I select those which make me come back and look again. There’s something about these latter images that attract my eye. Maybe it’s the subject, the composition, the color, or a story told. Here are four I made recently that made me take that second look.





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Posted by on February 6, 2016 in Birds, Landscape



I often like to go out with my camera with a single subject or theme in mind. When I walked around downtown Greensboro, NC recently I planned to focus on compositions that involved things “tall.” For me, Greensboro and it’s neighboring city Winston-Salem are perfect places to visit. Lots of available places to park on weekends, friendly people and inviting places to visit. So, have a look at what I saw. Looking up.






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Posted by on February 4, 2016 in Architecture



Wildlife at a Winter Pond

The ice has melted on the lake/pond, and most of the snow has gone as well at Benjamin Park in Greensboro, NC. I took a stroll along the trails of the Bog Garden in the park last weekend and while there were not as many wildlife subjects present as I have seen before, there were enough to make me smile.






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Posted by on February 1, 2016 in Birds, Wildlife



Colors and Snow

It’s obviously white, snow that is, but in a way that’s sort of boring. So, after the recent snow we had I looked for some colors. Here’s what I found.



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Posted by on January 27, 2016 in Artistic and Creative



Winter Textures

There are many winter patterns and textures that make for sone interesting photos, especially on fresh fallen snow. Sunlight can create nice effects on the snow when it’s low on the horizon. And, there are the ever-present animal tracks. Enjoy the following.





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Posted by on January 25, 2016 in Artistic and Creative, Close Up



More than Snow

Sure, I could have made some “Gee, look at all the snow” photos today (there has been a lot of it) but instead I decided to focus on our backyard Sun Dial and German Hay Wagon sitting on our brick covered porch.




Posted by on January 22, 2016 in Artistic and Creative, Close Up




When it’s too cold (like in the 10s-20s) for me to take my camera outside to places around our home in SW Virginia, I elect to stay inside and make some “warmer” photos. Point is, I’m being creative with my camera and enjoying every moment of it.




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Posted by on January 20, 2016 in Artistic and Creative, Close Up


Trees on a Background

I’m not one who likes to spend a lot of time trying to find the “perfect” sunset or sunrise. However, I am one who is always looking out my window either at home or while driving. Right after the beginning of this new year I looked out my bedroom on a dreary, wet and foggy day. One tree in our backyard had a misty, haunting look so I grabbed by camera and made a photo.


Later that day as the sun began to set, clouds earlier present slowly went away and right at that moment when vibrant red and blue hues from the setting sun provided a nice backdrop for other trees in our yard, I made the following images. We’re talking seconds to capture the best colors … the sun sets very fast.



And lastly, today I got up early because I had a very busy morning ahead. As I opened the front door, looking east, and while headed to our mailbox to get the morning paper, the sun rise I saw made me turn around and go get my camera, after which I made this nice image.


In summary, I took advantage of my surroundings and made some nice photos. Yes, it’s not like looking at the sun rise or set at the Grand Canyon, but they will do for my purposes. It’s all about having a passion for doing what you do, and enjoying it all the way.

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Posted by on January 15, 2016 in Landscape


Cold Day On the Mountain

I believe that photos look better during the Winter months, mainly because haze is down, and one can see the rugged topography better. Plus, the sun shines lower on the horizon and nice colors result. Enjoy what I saw recently.

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Posted by on January 11, 2016 in Landscape




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