pond abstract #5
It’s been awhile since I’ve added to my series of abstract photographs from the duck pond across the street. Here’s the fifth one in an ongoing series.
pond abstract #5
rock abstract #2
rock abstract #2
I was on a short hike up Kootenai Canyon here in the Bitterroots in early July and saw this jagged crack in the face of a rock wall. It stopped me right there in my tracks and demanded that I make a photograph, so here it is.
pj
from the oregon coast
Sand and Shell -- Driftwood Beach State Park, Oregon
I’m writing this from my stepson’s studio apartment in San Francisco. This is the first time I’ve been in this city since 1987, and then it was only for a few hours. I almost feel like I’ve gone blind — I can see the hustle and bustle all around me, but I can’t see the photographs in it yet other than the obvious San Francisco shots that you take home as memories. I’ll be here for a couple of days yet, so we’ll see what comes of it.
My daughter and I spent a day along the Oregon coast Friday, and it was much the same there. We were right on the beach with our feet in the ocean, and I felt about as big as a gnat. The open ocean pounding in right at our feet was one of the most spectacular things I’ve ever seen, but my mind couldn’t wrap itself around the sheer size and power and scale of what was right in front of me. I found myself looking right down by my feet for photographs that I could get a handle on. To my notion this one worked, but I need to take a closer look at the rest. That may have to wait until I get back home.
More later.
pj
river’s edge
the river's edge
Along the banks of the Bitterroot River this afternoon shortly before a thunderstorm.
pine bark
ponderosa pine bark
water in the sky
cloud #2
I’m pondering several changes in my life these days, and I often reflect on the ancient Taoist teachings to be like water. Water is always moving. It may look still, but it’s always changing. It can’t be contained, it will find it’s way over or around or through any obstacle in it’s path. Even water trapped in a closed container will eventually break free.
I think about this too when I’m watching clouds. After all, what are clouds but water in the sky?
rock abstract #1
rock abstract #1
Here’s an abstract pattern in rock that caught my eye on a walk through a local park last weekend.
cloud #1
darkness and sky
Near the town of Melrose here in Montana, there stand a few remnants of charcoal kilns from the early days of mining in the Butte area. The kilns were active in the late 1800′s, and were used to burn cordwood into charcoal which was then shipped to Anaconda where it was used to fuel the copper smelters. They look like a row of giant brick beehives.
I was poking around there some years back, and after taking the obligatory shots of the kilns and their surroundings, I got the sudden urge to see what one looked like inside. I crawled inside (after checking for snakes) and found it was pretty much nothing but dark, with a little light coming in from holes where bricks had fallen out.
There was one such hole quite high up on one side that framed a bit of the sky and clouds which to me was visually interesting. This is what it looked like to me.
It’s kind of a peculiar shot I guess, but hey, I’ve always liked it.
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