Archive for the ‘Fall’ Category

Long may you run.

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Junkyard, northern Georgia, late October.

Meet the new week with boldness and grace…and much joy.

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Icarus by Russell Whiting

The two-acre River Gallery Sculpture Garden is located in the beautiful Bluff View Art District of Chattanooga, overlooking the Tennessee River.

Autumn has its fair share of early morning joys as well: sunrise filtering through light fingers of fog at Chez Wabi Sabi.





It was 80 degrees in Green Bay on Sunday.  Monday morning will find me heading for the far northern reaches of Wisconsin to spend a few days with my good friend, Karen. Forecast for Land ‘O Lakes and the environs? Monday’s high will be 49 degrees with a 70% chance of rain.

Not to worry. I have personally packed wine and cheese as well as a rain slicker.  Our stated mission?  To revisit (exorcise?) our growing-up years,  though I am not completely sure what this will involve: pentagrams in the parking lot of the Forest Service Welcome Center?

Oh, for heaven’s sake. Relax.  I am speaking metaphorically here.

The lodge we are staying at is one where we worked as waitresses long, long ago.

Wait a minute. Wasn’t this a Jack Nicholson movie?

Next stop: the Great Northwoods.


 Same shot, three different crops.

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It is officially Fall now and Mother Nature is working the changes in scenery at a fiendish pace. Trees that were bright green in the morning are blazing orange and red by late afternoon. Today was an apple-picking, back roads-wandering kind of day with a stop in Algoma to admire Lake Michigan and then score some smoked salmon at the local fish house.

Dinner on the deck: smoked salmon, fresh apples, some Wisconsin cheese and a nice dark Wisconsin beer.

This is, without a doubt, my favorite time of year.

A lesson that I learn over and over is that I can’t impose my will on a scene that I am photographing. When I try to, the results might be technically perfect but thoroughly uninspired.

I had a lot of thoughts about what I wanted to do when I was wandering around in the fog last week, but it wasn’t until I slowed down and listened that I found what I was looking for.

These narrow slices, like yesterday’s, feel as though they are either complete poems or choice lines.


There was no sun.  Fog blurred the line between sky and Bay.


By overexposing the shots to remove all but a suggestion of water, we’re left with a pale canvas to showcase reeds, rocks and waterfowl.


I didn’t arrange the scenery. There were patterns here all along. I just had to wait for them to make themselves known.


As always, these panoramic shots are best viewed at full-sized.

Just four more from Sunday’s fog-on-the-bay shoot.

Generally,  I try to theme the pictures I post here so they make visual or aesthetic sense. (I need to see patterns so I assume most folks do as well.) Today’s set of four are themed in that they are all fog shots done within the space of an hour and at the same general location. They just don’t look as if they might belong together.

Except that I really like them all.

I live a scant mile from the Bay of Green Bay, so fog is no stranger in our neighborhood. It shows up as a big wall of white and squats down on fields and houses and stays until it is ready to wander off in search of new amusements. Sunday’s fog was different:  more of a misty movie fog, lithely sliding around trees, kissing the bay, flirting with the grass.




This final shot is a current favorite of mine. The fog provided a perfect white backdrop.


 Kiri is the fog of autumn and winter.

I drove down to the Bay at noon today with the full intention of taking a hike in the Arboretum, but the bank of fog rolling in was too powerful for my photographer’s soul to resist. The fog thickened and shifted around me, luring me ever farther along the water’s edge and I was happy to follow.

When the visibility was finally too poor for any more shots and I was as far from my car as I could get, then the downpour started.




This last shot is calligraphy writ with careful strokes on the water’s surface.


If you can, click on the individual pictures to see them in a larger format.