Sitting with some neighbors, socially distanced of course, I looked out across their yard towards our house. My ever elusive Muse kicked nudged me and said the "golden hour" light was just too good to pass up so I snapped a few quick shots of the trees separating our yards. The result was more than … Continue reading Autumn Golden Hour Palette
On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits were jewels . . . ~Charles Dickens It's here! Summer has finally gone on vacay to the southern hemisphere, and Autumn is moving into the neighborhood. I've no idea what these berries … Continue reading Worded Wednesday
My muse kept pushing forcing nudging me to pay attention to her on the way to a recent appointment. With a hundred things racing through mind, she insisted I take my eyes off the road and look at the spectacular scenery that I was passing by. So I did. Thankfully, no one was behind me … Continue reading Stand back! She hit the mother load!
Can you believe this color? Very, very little was done to this shot. I sharpened it and adjusted the tones just a smidge. The leaves of this maple tree literally looked like they were on fire. And then I found a great prose to accompany the shot. A hidden fire burns perpetually upon the hearth … Continue reading Every green thing bursts into vivid radiance