I made this photo a few days ago, and it represents a specific photo subject I enjoy very much: rustic building windows and doors. It’s the wooden texture, reflections in the old glass, peeling paint, and thoughts about what sort of things lie behind, that get to me … every time. While I was making this photo, an old man came driving onto the property I was on, illegally I might add because there were “No Trespassing” signs in view. However, a metal farm gate was open, and I’d been to this old house several times before. I figured better to ask forgiveness rather than permission. Anyway, the man was a farm hand, carrying items out from behind the house. I explained what I was doing and he welcomed me to stay as long as I liked. Maybe it was my rural SW Virginia accent that did the trick, or the US Coast Guard hat I was wearing. We chatted a bit about the old home, which he said was built in the 1870s, and had been enlarged over the years. He said folks had lived there well into the 20th Century. It was indeed rustic. The foothills of the Blue Ridge where we live sure do have character. Like this rustic old house, and the nice old man I ran into that day.
Where we live in SW Virginia, many colorful fall leaves remain on a few trees, and there are lots of still colorful leaves laying about on the ground and streets in our neighborhood. On my walk today, I set forth looking for such compositions. Here is what I saw.
This last one I really liked. Big, bold and with a nice shape. Photography is fun, eh?
It’s that time of year here in Southwest Virginia. A local church brings in truck loads of pumpkins to sell, and when they do I go visit with my camera. Great cause for the church, and I thanked the very nice ladies running it that day with a donation. Another reason why I like living in Martinsville, VA. Here’s more.
For me, Sunday morning is a highlight of the week just ended, and the week about to start. As I step outside (often with my camera in hand) to express my thanks for what I’ve been given, I look around and see just how beautiful the world is. It’s all how we look at it. Sometimes it’s hard to do this, given all the hardship, anger and bad news that too often bombards our senses. No matter, I choose to remain positive that there is far more “good” out there than “bad.” Like with this Butterfly.