Posted on May 7, 2015
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Posted on January 2, 2015
One of my favorite experiences on Martha’s Vineyard is always a visit to the lighthouses of the island. There is something magical and powerful about a lighthouse and their enduring strength that resists everything that Mother Nature throws at it in order to guide sailors safely home. These are two of my favorites.
The lighthouse at Gay Head is in danger of collapsing into the sea. This image shows the erosion of the Gay Head Cliffs as it approaches the lighthouse. The cost to move the lighthouse is estimated at three million dollars and we only have two or three years to move it until it is unsafe to do the work. This CBS News story is a good overview of the lighthouse and the process to move it.
Posted on October 11, 2014
A recent trip to Beijing resulted in a few hours to walk around the Forbidden City. The smog was almost unbearable – I didn’t recover for weeks after returning to the US. But, I did manage to capture a handful of images that I liked. This one of the fortress wall around the Forbidden City is interesting. I used Photoshop and Lightroom to work with what I had – the smog was amazingly dense and when I looked at the image on my MAC looked like a foggy day so I went with it. The result is here.
I love the image but it makes my heart hurt every time I look at it because I know the truth about what the people in the city are living with. The good news is economic development in China is creating an enormous working-class and eventually middle-class. The bad news is nothing in life is free and this is part of the price.
Posted on March 16, 2014
Abby had ACL surgery in September of ’13 so we were more than a little concerned that she would not be able to hunt again. We went out on Saturday for a short hunt at Black Meadow in New York’s Warwick Valley. We put four birds out and she found five – not unusual for Abby, she is always cleaning up after lesser dogs. This is a point on a Chukar (Partridge family) near the end of our short hunt.
The picture was taken with my new Fuji X100S at 1/1700, f8, ISO 320, 23mm (fixed). This is my first experience with the X100S and so far I am very impressed. The dynamic range in the shot was very high and I adjusted exposure in Lightroom with no noticeable noise or artifacts. Most of the adjustments for this shot were done in Lightroom with some retouching and blur added in Photoshop.
Posted on February 13, 2014
While in Tuscany this summer we spent a few hours walking around Siena . A spectacular Tuscan hill town, Siena is a wonderful walk through the middle ages.
These ancient iron rings are throughout Siena. Used to secure your horse (or other animal) while you did business in town, they are so well used that indents from the ring striking the wall can be an inch deep. If you look closely near the bottom of the ring you can see the impact of several centuries of use.
It will be no surprise to you that I immediately thought of my grandfather and his spectacular work horses when I saw these rings. I could imagine his delight at the utility and workmanship of these devices as he tied his horse outside of a pub or general store.
At the top of one of Siena’s (many) hilly and narrow streets we found this amazing mercato.
As with all of the other images on this blog, these pictures were captured with my Canon GX1 point and shoot and edited in Lightroom and Photoshop.
Posted on December 17, 2013
Sometimes the street is a wonderful place. While walking the grounds of the Louvre I encountered this special soul.
Posted on November 16, 2013
One of my earliest memories is of my grandfather working out by the barn on a hot summer day. He would occasionally stop and walk over to the hand pump by the basin we used to draw water for the cattle, grab an old tin cup that was there and pump the handle of the well pump, running the water until it was cold. He would then dip the cup in the stream of cold water filling it to overflowing and in one motion pull the cup out of the flow, tilt his head back and dump the water into his mouth and over his head. This ritual was repeated until he was both quenched and cool. Occasionally he would finish by dipping the tin cup in and quickly douse the closest grandchild with delightfully cold well water.
A few years ago I was back at the old farm and took some shots. I saw this image today and was instantly six years old again.
What a great day.