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Barry’s World

Barry’s Story: Barry is a picker, the type featured on the History Channel program. Has been for years. Collects all sorts of interesting stuff. He knows the TV pickers and now is their landlord for their retail store in Nashville, Antique Archealogy. Now that’s an interesting name and probably an effective one when seeking to take old stuff upscale. But that is not the story. Barry has an extensive, irresistable collection of old cameras on shelves in his office. What could be better than to photograph cameras silently staring at me? He was kind enough to allow me to interrupt his day but then it gave him an opportunity to hold court. Barry is also a big time raconteur.
My story: Instead of setting up a finished print of the waterfalls from my previous Post C.card, Mike will print and mount two versions of this image. One will be our thanks for Barry. One I will get as a reminder of life’s priorities.
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Spruce Flats Falls

Most images have stories. This image has two and will have another one in October. The falls are a mile hike up and along ridges off from an educational center in the National Park. We saved this gem for the last morning because of the length of the walk in. The results speak for themselves. That’s story one.

Story two: We are now in Nashville visiting with friends. One is a former commercial photographer now in the high end photo printing business. So I am all grateful and reluctant and anxious when Mike likes the image and  suggests we test print this image to see how it comes out on various papers. Various papers – oh my. And to better examine the results the image is printed at 17″. The final print will be smaller. Goodie, goodie. Goodie, goodie.

Story three: We have been looking for sites that will be good when fall color comes in. Can’t think of a better one. The trees will frame rocks and water. Rhododendrons will provide hard color relief. We will be back. Actually back for a fall color workshop/excursion so the morning for the next shoot here should be Monday October 29.

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Woody’s World

A number of year’s ago visitors to our summer home had the chance to see a piliated woodpecker in our yard. They were all excited because the only woodpecker they had seen was Woody and they thought they were seeing Woody. So ever since piliated woodpeackers have been Woodys.

The park here really belongs to Woody and his friends, crows for sure, bears, turkeys, deer as common as flies and the occasional fox while we were here. The rangers do not open the park until dawn suposedly to let animals feed in the morning because cars and gawkers put pressure on their habitat. Hard to imagine when bears go after acorns up in trees right beside the road. Our woodpecker let us get within 15 or so feet of him and was undisturbed by passing cars.

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Ghosts and Shadows

Tucked away in the far Northwest corner of the Great Smoky Mountians National Park is this marvellous corner of the world, Cades Cove. The Park Service has been manicuring it and refining it since the forties. In doing so they must have consulted with the art department from National Geogrpahic Publications. If they didn’t then National Geogrphic Publications need to send trainees up here. Bucolic. Rustic. Photogenic. Anyone who has been up here would add to my string of adjectives.

Churches and other structures dating from the mid Nineteenth Century are preserved without any furnishings. That has its advantages. Unlit empty rooms become echo chambers of subdued light, color, shadows and textures. We get to rattle around in there with ghosts frm the past.

Early evening light gave us good conditions to shoot inside a farm dwelling. Then for a just a few moments strong sun came in one window – just for a few moments – an experience as ephemeral as any ghost siting.

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Sunset Dreams

Back up to the mountains today ostensibly to scout locations for a fall color run into the Smokies mid/late October. Reservations already made. Still need to get a sunset shot. Most nights the framing clouds would dissipate late afternoon. The first attempt was rained out at the site. Second attempt (shown here) had great promise. The clouds lingered and filled in on the mountain. No sunset. Still dreaming of that killer shot of setting sun, clouds and mountains.

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Parisian Nostalgia

Nostalgia is a wonderfully powerful phenomenon. It transforms experiences altering perspective, coloring moods, adding texture to events. So much so we perhaps become nostalgic for times that never existed. Now modern technology has its own transformative powers. We can sit on the computer on a rainy Sunday afternoon doing pretty much the same thing. When it’s all over, we have our own visual nostalgia. Paris, of course, is never like this but my mind, my computer now say so. And that is an experience that stands on its own.

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Botany Bay Road

Botany Day Road down by Edisto Beach has a stretch of Live Oaks (maybe a couple hundred yards) that are to die for. The results of an internet image search will attest to their popularity. Many images. Too many images just plain bad. Lovely territory but not easy to capture. We took off in the rain to get soft light form an overcast sky and got mostly sun. The sun and color just weren’t co-operating so we had ample opportunity to create more bad images.

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Intimate Creek Moments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My definition of a great place to be: In the woods, no more than 15 minutes off a regular highway, parked beside a lovely little mountain stream with somewhat reasonable access down to the water, no one else around. I now know why one Rocky Mountain based photographer lists coffee and waders in his top five gear accessories. Coffee I had. Waders I wish I had. At times the best angle on one of these little falls or up stream into a nice light tunnel was oh maybe three feet out into the creek. I should learn to be content with what we had as the water, the light, the rocks and moss so often combined to create exquisite intimate woodsy moments. Doing them justice with a camera is the challenge. They are there. So many. Dee went downstream from a bridge looking for hers. I went upstream.

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