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Savage Wintery

There is something savage about winter, the cold, the pure white that blankets us, the weight of snow that can bend trees that stand against the winds of summer, those branches bow in reverence. 

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The way the light flickers and reflects off the snow that crystalizes, like the glint in the eye of the devil who, instead of draping you in heat, cloaks you in cold.

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The weight of all that frozen, essentially, water presses down into trees, and earth, roofs and anything standing.  Winter brings many pressures: the clean up, the driving through roads unplowed, roofs that need to be up kept, heating our homes during the wicked cold that the freeze brings.

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Snow tests us.  How much we can carry, one slim human or branch can hold before breaking.  We can bend, and sweep the ground, but not break.  When the pressures of life, or of the snow, finally dissipates, and our spring emerges, we stand tall once again – unbroken by the savagery of winter. 

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09-27-2016

A great Sunrise

‘Nuff said.

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A Little Drive

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.

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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.

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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!

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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.

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Storm

Our Oh So Serious dog. 

Storm is 13 this year, she is as old as our relationship. 

 

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Skylite Drive-In

 

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I have several great memories of the Drive-In. 

In 1982 I have a vivid memory of going to the Drive-In with my best friend, Jason, his mom and his little sister, Joy.  I remember watching Joy fight sleep and I’m not sure if she succumbed or not.  Not long thereafter, Jason and Joy moved to Florida.  The year after I watched Return of the Jedi, and while I’d watched the other two movies previously this one seemed to capture my 10yo imagination and I realize that imagination had no limits. 

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There are very few good Drive-Ins that still exist; they are like the dinosaurs, slowly dying out, leaving their bones of fallen screens and broken speakers. 

In the 50s they were packed solid virtually every evening, in the 70s, many turned to porn to make ends meet.  In the 80s they began to fade away to the big cinemas and sit down theatres.   Summers were for enjoying time with your friends, socializing, but kids aren’t like kids used to be – twitter and facebook and text messages are their way of socializing.

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We never realize what a little nugget of history we have here in Northern Maine with the Skylite, and how many people have never been to a Drive-in. It’s still family owned and family run, Evan or Devon man the dough boy making, Donna takes your cash. You can chit chat while you wait and catch up and share a few laughs.

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When Jules and I began to “date” we never had a lot of cash, but we managed to go to the Drive-in a few times a summer. It was “date” night. Dough boys, soda, a movie. A rare late night as we are usually in bed early.

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You can still sit outside and listen to the speakers (yes, they work!) Or sit in your car and tune into the radio (or use the speakers!) or do as many people do, bring chairs and enjoy the movie under the stars. 

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I hope this wonderful place never disappears and turns into a relic as many of the other drive-ins in the US have.  That even if we drive out each night, that we can eternally drive-in, stay, have a fried Oreo (its good!  I SWEAR!), a dough boy, maybe even an gigantic pickle – bring the kids and have them experience a sliver of history.

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Up Close

I love the marco option on my 70-300 lens.  I love getting close but being far away. 

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Like Mr. Frog. Good luck getting a nice photo of Mr. Frog with a standard lens.  Either you’d fall in or Mr. Frog would take a powder. 

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This is Dutch, taken from across the room.  She’s a cute cat, but try and get to close and that moment of cuteness is gone. 

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At NMCC one day, Gail Roy comes to me and asks “Do you have your camera?”  Silly question, it is usually in my car.  Outside a small bat was nestled against the building.  The angle was odd, but this lil guy was cute!  

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Out walking last winter and that lovely red in a sea of white.  And no reason to walk the quarter mile to get a nice closeup. 

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To the naked eye, its just the air disturbance, but to a telephoto lens, it’s a plane in a full climb. 

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Or you go off walking and come back to find your adorable nephew naked and in mid jump (the flower is post editing Smile)

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One of my fave shots.  Taken on top of the mountain in front of my house – In the bigger photo, the shadows even display the webbing and patterns of the wings. 

That’s all for now! 

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The Sunrise/Set

I admit.  I’m a sucker for a good sunrise or a great sunset.  I admit it.  Hey, I’m a bit of a romantic at times.  Aren’t we all?  Just a little bit?  When blue turns to purple then to black?  When the gold of the sun shifts to reds and pinks and oranges that flame, finally overtaken by the night. 

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Taken with my BlackBerry at work on one wonderful morning.  All I wanted was to go grab my Rebel in my car, set up and get the reflections off the puddles of water. 

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To Be Con’t

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