Archive for the ‘Fields’ Category

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A field of unharvested sunflowers.  I have dreamed of getting into the field with my super wide-angle lens, lying on my back and shooting straight up. That didn’t happen today. With temps in the upper teens and a brisk January wind blowing, I took what I could get before I lost all feeling in my fingers.

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Your friend, Wabi Sabi, is gifted and talented in many ways but one area where she particularly excels is in the Art of Whining.

Why can’t I have an apartment in Paris?

Who is this old woman who keeps showing up in my selfies?

Why are there so many cat posts on Facebook?

I’ve been whining lately because even though my prodigal lens has returned to the fold, my chances for magnificent architectural shots anywhere nearby are severely limited.

Why can’t I live someplace cool?

And then I woke to patchy fog on Friday, grabbed my coffee, my camera and car keys and went to explore the neighborhood.

All of these shots were taken within 3 miles of my house in the space of just one hour. 

Church Road, east of the highway

Ullmer's Farm on Bay Settlement Road. The Bay is below but shrouded in fog.

A little farther down Bay Settlement on the east side of the road

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Two shorebirds and a tire:  Communiversity Park on the Bay

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 A pretty productive hour, starting with two shots of espresso and ending with a Zen moment near the water. Yes, I’m still annoyed that I can’t live in Paris fulltime, but can admit my real-world neighborhood is nothing to whine about.

Saturday afternoon, different vineyard. Different look.

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This last shot looks like a sketch.  The trunks of the plants as well as the upright support posts cast strong horizontal shadows,  echoing the rows of thin wires stretched across the top. In stark contrast to all of these rigid horizontal and vertical lines, the red cordons or arms of the grape plants appear to be pin wheeling about the field.

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The Apollonian and Dionysian, order and chaos, alive and well in Door County vineyards.

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Saturday topped out at 37 degrees with no wind and I was all about climbing over snow banks and trudging across fields in knee-high snow looking for just the right lighting and angles. Today begins the slide into frigid temps and strong winds with wind chills predicted to be in the -20 to -30 degree range for the next few days. 

I believe I am about to turn my attention to the simmering of hearty soups and the baking of fine breads.

The Aissen Tree Farm in Pilson as seen through the lens of Wednesday’s glorious fog.

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Yesterday was the best fog ever.

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As always, pictures are best viewed larger–click on the image for a better look.

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Not my usual subject, but there was a certain other-world quality to the fields that I couldn’t ignore.