Tag Archives: Autumn

Walking on the Color side:

The one red leaf, the last of its clan,
That dances as often as dance it can,
Hanging so light, and hanging so high,
On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge-

East Fishkill, NY 2011

Fishkill, NY 2011

Fishkill, NY 2011

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Mack’s Hideaway:

Mack’s Hideaway

I don’t know Mack, never had the pleasure of meeting the man, but I have had ample time to enjoy his cabin tucked a stick throw from the road that starts where my driveway ends.

For some reason Mack either took, or was given the smallest of the three cabins.  The yellow autumn leaves cling to the small flat roof.  It has one room with double weathered doors to welcome the summer’s warmth.  A man or woman really needs little more.

The window of the door has been replaced twice where I’ve seen the black and white tabby climb through.  The clean glass appears out of place on the old structure.

I often wonder if Mack’s place was really a hideaway, or a place to be found.

I’ve thought about asking the neighbors about Mack but decided that I would rather have the twisted cedar shingles speak for him…I’ll miss those conversations.

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Second Hopewell Junction Autumn:

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

-Robert Browning- 

But I do feel a little teeny right now that I’m just about ready to start, and winter is entering. Half past autumn has arrived.

-Gordon Parks-


The Acoustic Crunch of Leaves:

I AM ALWAYS DOING THAT WHICH I CANNOT DO, IN ORDER THAT I MAY LEARN HOW TO DO IT.

-Pablo Picasso-

 


Think color and break the rules:

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With the temperatures starting to dip heading into October throughout the country, we’re starting to see rich autumn colors throughout the northern United States.

It’s the perfect time to keep your still and video camera close to you on those drives to and from work.

Along with thinking color, think motion.

Let the wind blow and slow the shutter speed down for surprising results that have the appearance of brushing overlapping watercolor on an easel.

If you are working on your blog, website; placing images in a scrapbook; or hanging them on a wall…think of the story you want to tell.

Know your space and think of how your image might interact with one another by changing size and relationship.

FirstFall2 copyFeeling stronger about one photo over another?  You may want to make that your dominant image and give it more space.  Remember that nothing “carries the same weight” which means that elements in one photograph will be more visual pleasing than another.

Stay away from images that are redundant.  Keep things different when possible and think about “movement” in a photograph.  Some pictures may have subjects that offer physical movement from left to right or up and down.  Use that movement to place your next image.

It’s also a great time of year to haul out that never used tripod.  With the harvest moon coming into the picture later this month, it’s a good time to grab a coat and play with some time exposure.

Remember to break the rules when ever possible.


Flying feathers, beaks and chickens:

Harley is the baby of the house; he inches toward the screen door on his belly.  He is jet black with only a patch of white fur on his chest and twenty-four karat gold eyes. 

He moves slowly towards the sound of the wind, tossing leaves on the driveway’s blacktop.  It’s very much like watching an oozing ink spot spilling across the aged hardwood floor making a cleaver sneak on its prey.

The sun light splinters through the trees illuminating the bounty still found on the limbs and bounces off the golden snow-like particles that litter the sky making their way to the ground.

Huge rocks sit high above the house and reach just far enough into the trees where there is a feeling of being detached except for the ever present wind.  Close your eyes and you can still see the awesome colors falling around you, at times you feel the leaves brushing against your cheek.

The remains of the chicken coop are now home for fallen leaves which find their way entwined with wood and wire.  Those that are not captured by the decaying structure add to the deep soft forest floor.

It starts to snow leaves first in September.

It starts to snow leaves first in September.

I remember a few weeks back as the visitor told his story; he was looking for the old man who had since passed.   His eyes were huge as he recalled the old man running down the hill with hoe in hand while he was shoveled gravel onto the drive.

Short of breath and barely able to search for words, the old man was yelling for him to come quick and grab a gun.

He noted that he always carried a shotgun in the cab of his truck; “Just in case I need to scare something.” he said, looking for any type of displeasure in my face.

The two climbed the hill shoulder to shoulder until they reached the chicken coop “It was the biggest black bear I’d ever seen just snarling with birds, beaks and feathers flying everywhere.” He was spitting out the words so fast his face became red and those eyes bulging larger.

“I couldn’t believe it!  With one swoop, the bear knocked the coop into splinters and grabbed the squawking chicken, running off into the trees.  I was so startled I didn’t even get a shot off.” There was only a chuckle left in his voice as he looked up the hillside towards the coop.

The wind has picked up and it’s raining more leaves covering the coop’s green wood splinters, wire and the story of the old man’s bear.


Summer to Autumn:

Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

_William Allingham_

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