It was 18° F this morning in Woodbury, but that's just one sign that winter is here. Like throwing a switch, the look of the skies and of the light itself changed over the past week from Autumn to Winter. These are a couple scenes under a pretty ominous sky over western Connecticut back on Sunday.
The politicians are waving. The thick security guy isn't. The state rep in the blue jacket is of an age approximately like my own, so I'm in awe of her ability to walk a 1.3 mile parade route in 4" spike heels. Other reps are waving too. Parades are strange.
Hartford has the largest Veterans Day parade/event in New England. I won't know if I got anything interesting from the parade until I go through the downloaded files, but of course I shot on the walk in and out of the city after leaving my car near Colt Park.
Yesterday afternoon I was wandering around the Town Plot section of Waterbury, thinking about a series of urban landscape pictures I'd like to make. There was a sound like a lawnmower overhead, and it turned out to be a very small airplane circling around, low, over the city.
This sort of brickwork is ubiquitous up and down the Naugatuck River valley. Few of the buildings are still used for their original purpose. Manufacturing for the most part left the valley many decades ago, headed for Southern states, and then on to the other side of the world. Some of the buildings simply decay. Others are transformed into warehouse space. Some even get refurbished as office or residential urban renewal.
There seems to be a shared critical opinion, maybe something like a meme, claiming that photographs shouldn't include text because, I don't know, visual art, or something. Bits of text are a universal part of our surroundings unless we're really deep in the woods or way out in the desert. Not including these elements of the world around us seems to me just as weird as going to great lengths to pretend that a photograph is portraying wilderness when in fact it's done in a place—a park, reservation, preserve—where the natural world remains only because of strenuous human intervention. Or making landscape pictures while somehow avoiding, or retouching out, utility poles and powerlines. So, here's a shot with various bits of text, along with pieces of a flag, a phone pole, and utility lines.
This cluster of trees at the edge of the steep river bank above the Shepaug, at the start of its "clamshell" section in the main area of Steep Rock Preserve, was backlit and glowing in the hazy mid afternoon light yesterday. I wanted to get a sense of being surrounded by the bright leaves and as I looked for the right camera position I found that it was easiest to get by shooting with the GX7 at waist level, Rollie-style, using the LCD flipped up 90° for viewing. Almost all the other hardwoods are bare at this point, very close to the end of the autumn picture season.
Count the TV satellite dishes. I find an even dozen, but maybe there are more I'm overlooking. A lot of the large old houses in Waterbury have been divided up into apartments, but here it's clear that the buildings were meant as multi-family buildings from the outset.