These photos show what it’s like to walk “deep in the woods” along a small stream, finding interesting compositions along the way. When I look at the flowing water and soft reflections and shadows, I think how peaceful it was there, at the time I made these images.
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Like I say, I usually have no specific idea where I’m headed looking for photo opportunities within a 50 mile radius of where we live in SW Virginia. I know the territory well enough that I can simply follow a compass direction, always knowing I’ll eventually wind up on a major road I’ve traveled before. I never go alone, because riding along inside me is the Holy Spirit who has always, and I say always, guided me wisely. When I come upon what I consider a really good “find”, I thank the Good Lord and begin to wander around seeking interesting compositions. Last week, I found this old house along a narrow road I’d never traveled before. Wow, what a place it was. So much history to wonder about. Take a look at what I saw that day.
If you’ve been a frequent visitor to my blog, you’ll probably remember me posting photos that show contrasting colors, textures, lights and shadows. I’m especially attracted to compositions that show bright green vegetation on red/brown brick backgrounds. Here are “just three” images that illustrate what I’m writing about. I have more in the archives, and many more to come … I’m sure.
Recently as I was walking along the Roanoke River, I spotted a small flock of Canadian Geese, feeding along the shoreline. The closer I got, they promptly waddled into the rushing water upstream, and began their escape from this intruder with camera in hand. Meanwhile, further downstream, a local fisherman was completely ignorant of my presence. He was definitely having fun, and I hoped at the time that he had been successful in his catch. It was “action join the water.”
I’d not photographed Black Swans before last weekend. It was by accident that I walked upon them feeding in the shallows of a local lake. As I got closer to them, the male (I assume) raised his long neck and started “hooting” at me, with a deep throated sound. I made my photos and then walked along not wanted to disturb their peaceful activities. They seemed much larger in size than the White Swans I’d photographed before, but that may just have been my imagination. Nice birds, all of them.
I can’t pass by a lonesome railroad track, with no oncoming trains, without getting close to the tracks, looking from a perspective view, and thinking about where the final destination might be, for trains using that rail line. But, I’m reminded by the nearby road crossing warning sign, that I need to keep my ears tuned to the hum of the track, to make sure I’m safe.