Late October

It’s late October and the glory of fall colors has past.  I’m frankly tired of the over-saturated pictures that have flooded my Facebook page anyhow.  Hey, pretty much everyone with a digital camera has done it at one time or another, including me, so I’m not casting stones here.  But as the colors fade, my thoughts tend to turn more to local history.

This airstrip is built in Blockhouse Bottom, the spot of the original blockhouse in this part of the world.  It was to this blockhouse that Jenny Wiley fled after being captured by natives in 1789.  A raft had to be constructed and taken across the Levisa Fork of the River to get her and bring her back to the blockhouse, just before her captors appeared.  It was here that the Auxier family settled.  And it was here that three year old Elijah Auxier disappeared into the forest in 1796 and never returned.

Beside the airstrip is a small pond, surrounded by cattails.

Nice farmland near the river.

The Levisa Fork of the Big Sandy River in Johnson County

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Morning in October

I love October.  The cool mornings make coffee extra good.  Spiders apparently agree.  When I pulled a bag of coffee from the special dark cubbyhole in my kitchen yesterday, I felt a tickling in my hand.  It was a big spider.  I took him outside (after I stopped screaming), to join his mates, like those that made these webs.

Another good thing about October mornings – fog!  I went to one of my favorite places today, near Printer here in Floyd County.

For some reason, autumn always kindles my interest in building a model railroad layout.  I had not felt the urge yet this year.  That may have changed this morning.

I had forgotten that the Red White and Blue Festival was this weekend in Martin.  It wrapped up yesterday, but there were still reminders.

After I took that overlook shot of Martin above, I turned around and was reminded of one of the most important rules in photography.  When you have finished taking the picture, turn around!

A Sunday Morning Outing

The days are getting short enough now, and the sun rises late enough, that I was able to haul my lazy self out of bed and head out for some foggy shots around 8:30 this morning.  These are all from the Dewey Lake and Big Sandy River areas near home.

A Sunflower Study

The first of Ann’s sunflowers to bloom this year.

Three in B&W

Cumberlands After Morning Rain

Spent Clematis

Hibiscus

Assignment 1: Color

About five years ago I bought a book called The Practice of Contemplative Photography: Seeing the World with Fresh Eyes by Andy Karr and Michael Wood.  It really is about a different approach to photography, where subject takes a back seat to “flashes of perception” that are to be pursued with the purpose of creating a photograph that carries through that initial perception.  Part of the point is to find interest and beauty in new places.  I’ve gone back and forth over the years on whether this produces profound pictures or is just BS.  There is certainly much about the approach that I like, but many of the pictures I’ve seen, outside the book, look like poor imitations of the photos in it – hardly representing “seeing with fresh eyes.”  But then I remind myself that many of the pictures on Flickr and on websites featuring this approach (called “Miksang,” Tibetan for “good eye”) come from students of this way of photographing.  So of course these are not always perfect examples.  And I’m sure my pictures won’t be either.  But I’ve come back to the book (which is beautifully written, by the way) enough times to believe that there really is something to this approach as a fresh way of seeing, not just for photography, but in life in general.

I’ve been struggling with my photography for the last few months, having previously taken so many pictures near where I live.  I guess I’m just tired of my old approaches and everything I take seems a rehash of a prior picture.  So I went out this morning and worked on the book’s first assignment – Color.  The assignment requires one to disregard nature, parks, and pretty much anything else that we normally think of as “pretty.”  The point, at least at this early stage, is to make the student look for good pictures in places most of don’t usually look – to find the hidden beauty in this world that is actually right in front of us.  It is pretty much impossible to completely avoid “nature” in this part of the world, but I ignored more than usual at least.  Anyhow, here are some pictures from this morning, focusing on color.

And here, I think, are my best pictures from this outing.

Clouds and Mist

Morning Mist

The Cumberlands from Pine Mountain

7:30 am, July 2, 2016 – the view from my living room window

A Bonus Bunny just for looking at my blog!

Friday Evening on the Deck

A good book, a glass of wine, Ann gardening, Henri being Henri.  Later, the Reds came from behind to win their game.  It was a good Friday evening on the deck.

Henri on our Deck

Only Henri can get away with knocking over Ann’s flowers.

A Pileated Woodpecker in My Backyard

I was walking to my shed when I spotted this guy, roughly the size of a crow, pecking on a stump on my hill.  I went back in and got my camera.  He let me slip up to about fifteen feet before he took off.