Thanksgiving weekend is almost over, and it was excellent. Close friends and family enjoyed a delicious meal and Thanksgiving Day visit, including a special visit from my best bud Carl (thanks for being here, bro!). We all had lots of great food through the weekend, took in a movie, hiked and enjoyed time outdoors … this (and more) makes Thanksgiving my favorite holiday. Carl and I capped his final day with a trek into the city for shooting and exploring. This quintessential vantage point of Atlanta is probably overdone, but it never really gets old to me. And on this particular evening, a low, hovering cloud layer from the prior evening’s rain made for a mostly “blah” shoot. However, it lent a certain timely mood to the chilly start of the winter holidays.
“Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.” ~Scott Adams
This small vignette immediately caught my eye for so many reasons: 1) I love rustic spaces with a connection to the past. 2) Soft, natural, sunlit backlighting from the old window panes provides warmth and dimension. 3) Artists invest enormous amounts of time in their craft, and this scene epitomizes and illustrates this. 4) And last but not least, the “orderly chaos” intrigues my curiosity … so many things draw attention to my eye, including wondering what gems lie within the layers and stacks that are only partially visible.
Some love the beach, but I’ll take a cool mountain breeze any day if given a choice between the two. The Smokies and Blue Ridge Mountains are smothered with ferns in the summer. Mild breezes sometime make it difficult to photograph them under the dark forest canopy. Relatively high shutter speeds are needed to avoid leaf movement, but this is not very feasible on an overcast day with relatively low light hitting the forest floor .
So what to do? Capture the breeze!
Captured at Rough Ridge, a popular trail that leads to lovely sunset points of view near mile marker 305 on the Blue Ridge Parkway. Hovering fog killed my sunrise plans for a nearby location, but I remembered crossing this bridge on a prior afternoon’s hike with Kathy. Fog has it’s place; up ahead on this valley trail at first light. 🙂
As old as this rock outcrop must be, imagine the number of “fresh starts” it has seen. Each day can represent a fresh start if we allow the sun to peek over the hill and shine on our face; a new beginning with no judgement about yesterday or worries for tomorrow.
God places the new day there for us to behold and find joy by just being present.
This was photographed at Craggy Pinnacle on the Blue Ridge Parkway. It was an epic sunset in every sense of the work … phenomenal skies, and directly behind me all the way to the 9 o’clock position was a bank of fog that God politely held back to allow this view.
His artistry never disappoints!