Category - photography
Big storm rolled through West Bumfuque Monday afternoon… and left this sunset in its wake.
“It Ran When I Parked It” is a title looking for a subject… well, OK, there are probably lots of subjects. Any vehicle that stands abandoned the last place it was parked is a potential subject.
And there are literally thousands of subjects at a place in northern Georgia called “Old Car City.” It’s a junk yard on steroids: 35 acres of rusted hulks, supposedly more than 4,000 of them.
Most of the wrecks are from the 1970s ad 80s, and are really not very interesting visually. But then there are also hundreds of models from the 1930s through the 1950s, and they do offer all kinds of interesting photo opportunities.
I spent the better part of two days at Old Car City a few weeks ago, and I’ll be posting the first batch of photos from that expedition over the next week or two.
…never get old.
I’ve been making a point, as much as possible, over the past few weeks to get my ass home in time to watch the sun set from the screened-in porch (aka “The Treehouse”) at the back of our house.
There is something about these winter sunsets… if there are a few clouds in the sky for the retreating light to bounce off of, filtered through the bare tree limbs in our back yard…
These sunsets are one for the reasons I’ve stayed put. They’re one of the reasons – a big reason – why we remodeled this house instead of finding a new one. I don’t know if this view could be replicated at any price. And certainly not in the over-priced environs of California Norte.
“God paints the pictures, I just hold the brush.”
That’s an old saying I just made up…
The daffodils came out early this year. Or so it seems… maybe they always seem to come up early.
It just seems a bit strange to see such a vivid sign of the coming spring so early in the middle of the winter.
The woman who comes to clean my house every other week took it upon herself to cut some of the flowers and leave them on my kitchen counter.
I wrapped them in a black drop cloth and made this photo (with my iPhone 7) which serves as the ‘cover photo’ on my Facebook page for the time being.
….and thanks for all the fish?
For the past several years, it has been my unique and singular privilege to have photos from my visits to the UK (and other destinations) featured in “Alive Now,” a bi-monthly journal of prayers and meditations published by the Upper Room Ministries here in Nashville.
Sadly, “Alive Now” has just published the last issue of it’s ‘print edition’ – another victim of the relentless transition to digital media in the 21st Century.
On the other hand, I’m pleased to report that this final issues features not one, but two of my photos from England and Scotland – and this time, one of them (finally!) made the cover.
The cover photo is from Jervaulx Abbey – a Cistercian monastery that lies in ruin on a private estate in Yorkshire England. The interior photo is from St. Andrew’s Cathedral in Scotland, a destination known more for its golf than it’s ecclesiastics. St. Andrew’s Cathedral was once the largest church in all of Scotland, now all that remains is the East Facade, seen here through the arch of the West Gate.
I am forever indebted to Nancy Terzian, Beth Richardson and Gina Manskar for their support and patronage over these past several years. The inclusion of photos like these in their publications has provided some much needed validation of my fascination with these ruins.
It is appropriate, I guess, that the theme of this final edition of “Alive Now” is “Thresholds,” as we all pass through the thresholds of our daily existence to whatever awaits on the other side.
Thank you, Nancy, Beth, and Gina.
…. does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself. — Carl Jung
…perfectly captures the peace-love/fuck you Zeitgeist of the New Year.
At The Basement in Nashville, Friday December 30 2016.