Saturday, April 30, 2011
Friday, April 29, 2011
Spent several hours walking around Waterbury this afternoon, looking for flowering trees to work with. This point when the tree blossoms appear is torture for allergy sufferers, but delightful for picture-making. Because of the Naugatuck River and all the paving in the small city, which all serve as heat sinks to retain solar energy, the seasonal sequence is a good week in advance of my rural location only about ten miles to the west. The magnolias (there aren't a lot) in Woodbury are just coming out yesterday and today, while in the little city they are past peak and dropping petals.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Very early spring is probably my favorite time to do landscape photographs in color. All at once there's a lot of color, though it's all very soft and subtle. So the next few posts here will explore this at some nearby parks and forest reserves.
After freezing temperatures right up until two nights ago, suddenly this afternoon the temperature hit 85° F, so I expect that "early spring" is going to last only a short time.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
The flat land in the foreground is normally a large field in the floodplain of the Housatonic River. Yesterday it was completely flooded. Spring rains and winter melt-off have left all the rivers at or near flood stage for weeks now.
I think the water may have been over the road at some point Saturday night.
As an addendum to my recent post about the unfortunate passing of Brunhilde, this was the first shakedown cruise for her replacement.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
It may be silly to become emotionally attached to inanimate objects—things—but photographers can get pretty emotional about cameras or even processes, and lots of people become very attached to their cars. Cameras and cars are both pretty animate objects, anyway.
Last week it became clear something was very wrong with Brunhilde, my 1997 Chevy pickup truck. The rear shocks were non-functional, maybe broken. Up on the lift, the mechanics found that the brackets that mounted the shocks to the frame had rotted away—and so had the section of frame they attach to. Fourteen winters in southern New England, and especially the highly corrosive road "salt" the state switched to five or six years back, had taken their toll. There must have been a sort of cascade of corrosion this past winter, rotting out the entire rear half of the frame. Repair is not feasible. The engine still runs great, too bad I don't have a boat to put it in.
For fourteen years, and very nearly a quarter of a million miles, this truck has in a sense been my most important piece of photographic equipment. All my pictures over that time were made after driving somewhere in the truck. Whether working with a tiny digital capture camera, a 12x20-inch banquet camera, or anything in between, the cameras and I didn't get anywhere to take pictures without the truck. End of an era around here.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Yesterday morning I went to a nearby forest reserve to look for signs of early spring in the woods. Wandering around in a light (and surprisingly cold) rain, what I mostly found was evidence of what a severe winter we've been through. Lots of newly fallen trees, including some massive mature hemlocks. Lots of chain saw chips where the people who maintain the reserve had been working to clear pathways and sort out the jumbles. I don't know whether this marshy spot is permanently wet or is a vernal pool, but leaving the path would get your feet wet in a hurry.
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