An amazing change

It’s so remarkable to me that every living thing on this earth seems to burst forth from nothing. One moment there is a skeleton of dead twigs and the next, something beautiful and alive is where nothing once was.

It comes from nowhere and everywhere at once.

Spring brings the land around me back to life; it brings my heart back to life.

A flower from my beautiful boy. He doesn’t see a weed, he sees a flower….and so do I.

If you happen to find a moment today, please stop and see what’s around you. Life is beautiful every time of year as long as you take the time to notice it.

The view from here

One of the best things about photography is that there are no mistakes.  Of course, there are a lot of techniques and many ‘rules’ to follow if you want to take a photograph that meets professional standards or if it’s what you do for a living, but when it’s just for the love of the art itself; capturing a moment in time that becomes a visual memory that you can share with the world…..no rules apply.  Everything can be beautiful when you’re holding the camera.

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Inside out

I don’t like messing with photos too much, particularly the clean, simple ones like landscapes that capture lines and texture almost as if you’re seeing it in 3D – natural beauty can do that without the help of a filter.  Somehow, though, this accidental flip of the spectrum while editing made me need to save this one.

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I don’t know if it’s the halo or the eerie way the trees in the background seem to vanish and then reappear depending on the angle you view it at…but I like it.  After all, this blog is supposed to be about new perspectives.  This is certainly one that fulfills that promise.

Snow to Rain

Visibility – not great.  Days like this make me thankful for daytime running lights.   This was a much better day compared to earlier in the week.  Then you couldn’t see anything past your windshield.

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Now, a week and a bit later, it’s raining.  Been pouring down all day.  My house is warm and dry; septic system is a bit bogged down but nothing to complain about; the melting snow and rain are draining effectively from the streets and I have music playing though my TV while I sit, in comfort, and wait for spring.  Thankful.  Ever thankful.

Never met a barn I didn’t fall for

I love the old barns around here (everywhere).  It always kills me a little inside when someone new moves in and they burn or tear down one of these beauties.  Worse than that, is the people who paint them an odd colour to match their house.  It’s called Barn Red for a reason.

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The specific colour is actually more expensive than other shades and these things are huge so it’s not an inexpensive venture, painting one of these, but I don’t know why you ever would.

Red Tailed Hawk

He was so far away that my telephoto hard a hard time capturing the details here so a little editing of colour and sharpness helped this photo along. I was captivated as this hawk circled the fields hunting for some lunch on the first sunny day we had in weeks.

red tailed hawk in flight

Watching him ride the wind currents was incredible.  The dive was the most spectacular, of course, but it was so quick I didn’t have time to adjust to capture it on camera.  Some things in life are meant for your eyes to see alone, I suppose.

More abandoned beauty

It’s no secret that I find broken, abandoned or particularly decrepit things that were once loved by someone very alluring.  I don’t really understand what draws me to them, but I suspect it’s the want to create a record of it so it is no longer forgotten.  Even if no one is taking care of it anymore, everything is still beautiful in some way ….maybe even more so than shiny new things that have never weathered a storm or seen a family grow, part ways; to see new owners come though with hope and dreams in their hearts; never stood against the frozen battering of the winter or relentless heat of the summer.

Someone lived here once.  I don’t know if they were happy or bitter; loved or abandoned; healthy or ill.  I don’t know if there were kids that once played around this house or family pets that ran free, always coming when they were called. I have no idea if someone ugly and cruel holed up in this place, hidden away keeping their bitterness with society tucked away inside.  No matter what happened, something happened here once and now the only evidence of occupation left behind is the old building itself that no longer serves any purpose at all.

I like giving it a purpose, even if for only the quick snap of my camera shutter.

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