Fingers in the sky and abandon doors.
Perfection.
I’ve been doing these – “Take as many in five as you can” sessions lately, as I drive home.
Not much difference between the color (above) and the black and white (below)
Ah, Sept, almost fall! My fave time of the year.
These are my FIRST pictures with my Canon Rebel SX/DSLR – Previously, anything before Sept 2010 was scanned from my film photos (still a Rebel, I’m a Canon girl)
I spent 7 weeks in Milliknocket, ME doing my clinicals. The last two shots of 2013 are my first “long exposure” shots.
Fall! Up on the mountain in Lille 
I was at my 1st New Mexico assignment for all of Sept of 2015 – what a great area too!
The below picture was taken atop an inactive volcano – in that view, you can see Texas in the far distance.
Sunset, flowers, and views from atop Haystack Mountain
The following few pictures of of a “photo drive” I took with my nephew that summer. We had a BLAST!
Views from Haystack!
I spent ALL of 2017 in MAINE! Down state and home.
One of my fave sunsets! I love those colors.
I bought some relatively cheap magnification/marco lens filters. Most of these are at 2x
Abandoned, overgrown houses and barns always make me think of what would the world look like if people began dying off, or an EMP hit, or some plague struck us down. (Not a zombie thing!). Half eaten meals on a table, VCR tape still jutting from a VCR, a coat draped over a now overturned kitchen chair. Trees and brush sprouting through the basement floors, edging up the stairs and into the 2nd story of the house. So I decided to go venture out and find a few of these places and just “look around”. I’ve been feeling very lackluster about writing lately, but passionate about taking photos, maybe I could get one to spark the other into gear.
There is a sadness in places like this and a story. Why was the house left like that? Why is all their “stuff” still here. Of the odd things you see while traveling, that make no sense in the realm of the world. The WTF things.
Or the beauty that hides in the areas, the wild grass, the wayward trees, the hidden treasures in the overgrown brush that tangle your feet.
We did come across a car from yesteryear. To which my nephew, Rhys asked “Can we take the steering wheel!” What a guy!
Those places, those once-homes to humans or animals, are relics frozen in time with dust and cobwebs. Snapshots into time that has just transpired, the blink of an eye if you think of the age of this rock we live on.
