Reaching out against the sky, spires that would make a cathedral jealous poke holes in the blue. Massive footings – shoes that would be big for Paul Bunyan or even Finn McCool fill house sized footprints on the riverbank. Gothic arches soar, leading the eye up and onward towards heaven, or at least the underdeck of the road.
And where is this architectural marvel?
Continue reading “Unabridged Bridge”
In my last post I described Infrared photography, likely causing eyes to glaze over and spontaneous naps to ensue with my not so technical audience. This time around, I’ll just stick to IR pictures and keep the commentary to a minimum. I hope you find them interesting.
No, I’m not pissed off. It’s a more literal thing.
And even to say I’ve literally been seeing red of late is only a half truth; the red I’m focused on is a red you can’t even see. But I’ll show it to you anyway.
Still confused?
Continue reading “Seeing Red”
CRASH!
Before most of the country went into deep freeze, before Texas dominated the headlines with broken pipes and a broken power grid, Oregon was already under a coat of ice. But before even that, in the wee hours of a windy January night, our tale begins.
Continue reading “A Winter’s Tale”
Back in 1982 Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder released a tune called Ebony and Ivory, where they sang:
Ebony and ivory, live together in perfect harmony
Side by side on my piano keyboard, oh Lord, why don’t we?
Recently, new neighbors moved in, and we’ve had to ask ourselves, “can we live up to that standard?”
Continue reading “Ebony and Ivory”
What do you do when you have a blog oriented around travel photography, and the dictates of a global pandemic says, “thou shalt not travel!”
Continue reading “Ain’t That Just Dandy”
Suppose that you’re a Southern gentleman in the 1840s, and your Philadelphia wife has a hankering to abandon the heat and humidity of the Charleston area and go back home. What do you do?
Continue reading “Southern Comfort”
While current residents of Charleston, South Carolina will likely point out their status as “one of the best cities in the world“, my first impression was of slavery.
“Hey Hudson, what’s good to see in South Carolina?”
A few weeks ago, I published a post that asked, “Who Needs Color, Anyway?“, showing beauty in black and white. The premise suggested that we find beauty in form, texture, and contrast; that color was just window dressing.
This post suggests that premise was a bunch of hogwash; that color is intrinsic to beauty, and the living colors of nature are exhibit A.
