Showing posts with label See It Sunday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label See It Sunday. Show all posts

Sunday, February 20, 2011

"The less talk, the better," Arizona, March 2010


The less talk, the better, originally uploaded by DC Products.
"There is a deeper thing to express — the return of humanity to some sort of balanced awareness of the natural things — some rocks and sky. We need a little earth to stand on and feel run through our fingers. Perhaps Photography can do this — I am going to try anyhow. -- Ansel Adams

Today is Ansel Adams' birthday; he would have been 109 if he were superhuman. I was drawn in from the moment I first saw one of his black-and-white prints taken at Yosemite, so I thought I'd take a moment to tip my hat to the man today. The combination of his photographs and the crisp, exciting action shots I saw in Sports Illustrated are what drew me to the hobby.

The header on this blog, of course, also recognizes Adams, and for this day, I went back to find a photo taken out West, one that might have been taken by Adams (though in black and white) had he stood where I stood. However, I stood in a parking lot -- making sure to step forward enough so that the pavement did not encroach upon the view, leaving the contrast between blue sky and white clouds against the red rock and green desert foliage to speak for itself.

And, once more, I'll let Adams speak for himself:

"I hesitate to define just what the qualities of a true wilderness experience are. Like music and art, wilderness can be defined only on its own terms. The less talk, the better."

Saturday, July 17, 2010

"Keeping cool," Hudson Valley, July 2006


The staff of the Hudson Valley Renegades ensures that their unofficial mascot stays cool on a hot day as they give the fans some brief relief.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

"Smoke and spotlights," Pittsburgh, August 2008

Friday night Pirates games at PNC Park in Pittsburgh in summer feature a postgame fireworks/concert combination. The act on this August night was Collective Soul, their few known songs -- "hits," if you must -- interspersed with pyrotechnics so that towards the end of the set, the spotlights reflected off the smoke for a true rock-n-roll effect.

Sunday, February 28, 2010

"Golden Dome," Indiana, December 1994

This shot is among the first batch from my film archives that I scanned in last month, and it was the first of dozens of shots I took of Notre Dame's Main Building at night in the four years I was there. The gold-gilded dome shines every night and once you get your bearings in relation to it, it serves as a compass point for where you are on campus.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Day 353 of 365

Winter came down heavily today. Only two days after I heard we might get some snow this weekend, the flakes started falling lightly around 1 p.m. By 8 o'clock, street lights were obscured behind the white curtain and the roads melded with the curbs, the lawns, the sidewalks.

Every hour or so, Casey or I would peek at the view from a window to monitor the progress. No point in shoveling to keep ahead of it, I thought, because all that work would be erased by morning. Besides, I'm happy to give the two neighbors with snow blowers a chance to go an extra few feet to clear our sidewalks, as they've done in winters past without a request.

Winter has arrived in earnest a few days before it arrives on the calendar. The days may soon start getting longer, but spring has never seemed so far away.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

"Rocky Mountain stop," Colorado, May 2006

There's always that dichotomy in a visit to a national park -- at least those grand, expansive Western national parks that were established to preserve the vast wilderness. How much of the park are you truly experiencing if you don't get too far from the car?

When my former college roommate and I went out West on a weeklong road trip to mark our 30th birthdays, we devised a grand loop that began and ended in Denver and went as far north and west as Yellowstone and Idaho and as far east as Billings and Cheyenne and that little southwestern corner of Nebraska.

After spending the first two nights in Boulder, we drove through Rocky Mountain National Park on our way north into Wyoming. We stopped at parking areas and vistas, spent a little time walking along the ridges and gazing into the valleys, but we didn't truly leave the car behind and traipse down a mountain path to truly get a feel for the place, the way we did on a college trip to Great Smoky Mountain National Park.

On the one hand, I would've preferred to spend more time -- more quiet time -- in the Rocky Mountain NP, but on the other, we wouldn't have been able to do and see as much as we did if we'd allotted more time for any of our stops. We would've had to cut something out of Boulder, Rocky Mountain NP, Jackson Hole (and the Tetons and Yellowstone), Little Bighorn National Monument, Cheyenne or our last night in Denver. As it was, we didn't get to actually enter Teton NP or detour to Devil's Tower (I definitely have to get back to that one).

But in the end, I think I'd rather spend a little time at more places on the first visit and come back a second time to experience a place more fully. And then someday, when I'm independently wealthy or comfortably retired, I'll simply be able to do whatever, wherever, whenever, for however long I'd like.

Or so I can dream...

Sunday, October 04, 2009

"Beer man," Chicago, August 2007

Hot, sticky August day in the Windy City. Wrigley Field's roof provides some shade and a North Side breeze cools us off a little, but it's still a muggy day in the Midwest. On the field, the Cubs take on the Mets, but in the stands the fans buzz with talk -- Cubs vs. White Sox, Chicago vs. New York. One fan even trumpets the Red Sox to anyone around him who will listen. He knew what he was talking about -- 2 1/2 months later, they'd be World Series champions. And among us all walk the beer men, bringing us carbonated refreshment on a summer Friday at the ballpark.

Sunday, August 09, 2009

"Nepenthe patio, Big Sur, California," September 2005

I can't look at any of my photos from this evening at Nepenthe in Big Sur without immediately going back there. I feel the same enlightenment in my chest, the same peace in my soul, the same joy in my mind as we sat on the deck in the early evening just killing time. As the sun sank into the Pacific, the light only got better, growing more golden, drawing the sky in a deeper blue and turning the trees more and more into shadows and producing some great images.

Sunday, June 07, 2009

"The lone lock," New Jersey, January 2009

This pole stands partially engulfed by a bush that's started to grow around it, a metal lock dangling from a loop with no corresponding pole on the other side of the small parking lot alongside the school building. I'm not sure anyone has the key anymore, even if anyone else is aware it is there.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Day 110 of 365

It was a particularly windy day of rain, so the trash cans -- and some gutters on the street -- on nearly every corner were crammed with discarded cheap umbrellas.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

"Egg Rock entering Frenchman Bay," Maine, May 2008

Egg Rock Lighthouse sits at the entrance to Frenchman Bay on Mt. Desert Island in Maine. The sign posted along the lookout in Acadia National Park describes it best:

Since 1875, Egg Rock Lighthouse, perched on the craggy island before you, has helped guide vessels safely into Frenchman Bay. Among the hardships lighthouse keepers faced was fierce weather. Storm waves periodically swept over the low-lying island, washing away out-buildings, flooding the keeper's quarters, breaking windows and tearing away railings and walkways. In June of 1895, the fog signal sounded for 105 continuous hours.

The U.S. Coast Guard automated the light in 1976. Today its red beacon and mournful fog signal continue to warn vessels away from the dangerous ledges of Egg Rock.

[I considered this egg shot, too.]

Thursday, April 02, 2009

Day 92 of 365

I was simply shooting the shadow of the cat as he lounged on the back of the chair when he opened his mouth and yawned. I got lucky.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

"Start-finish line," Daytona, January 2008

One of the great perks of purchasing the garage pass for the 24 Hours of Daytona is the chance to walk out to the finish line on race day. Or, the start of the race day.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

"The Corner Deli, Manhattan," October 2007

A slice of New York City life from just one of many Manhattan corners.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

"Bixby Canyon, Big Sur drive, California," September 2005

I love scenic drives and known or historic routes. Route 66, Highway 61, Route 1 on either coast. This view of the Bixby Canyon Bridge in Big Sur is what the trips on these roads are all about -- new views and new adventures.

I descended a dusty gravel ridge
Beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge
Until I eventually arrived
At the place where your soul had died

Barefoot in the shallow creek
I grabbed some stones from underneath
And waited for you to speak to me


-- Ben Gibbard, "Bixby Canyon Bridge"



Sunday, February 08, 2009

"Ridin' on a wet night," New Jersey, January 2009

New Jersey Turnpike ridin' on a wet night 'neath the refinery's glow, out where the great black rivers flow

-- Bruce Springsteen, "State Trooper"

The road on a wet night, Secaucus, New Jersey.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

"Beneath a Florida lamp," Titusville, March 2008

People await beneath a Titusville park lamp for a space shuttle launch in the early morning hours.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

"Elephant's memory," California, April 2006


All of you keepers
and wanna be sleepers
Wake up there's a message so
clear
I saw the elephant and I looked him in the eye


-- "Elephant's Memory," Martin Sexton

Saturday, January 17, 2009

"Gold and Grand Tetons," Wyoming, May 2006

While I've certainly taken my share of macro and closeup flower photos, I tend to prefer blooms as an accent to the scene rather than a bulb of color dominating the frame. Those shots certainly have their use, and I continue to shoot them, but my personal preference is to try to work the bulbs into a more wide-reaching image. So that's why I knelt on the ground on a breeze May afternoon outside Grand Teton National Park to position these low-lying flowers just right.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

"Circle of light," New York, December 2006

In 2006, Dutch designer Tord Boontje erected a light show in Union Square Park during the holidays. I took dozens of photos, because no two were the same. The circle created by the light would scatter whenever someone walked across it, as if the light were a solid object able to be knocked out of the way by the feet of New Yorkers passing through.