Not many photo opportunities when you’re quarantined, except the view out the window. But what a nice view it is:

Not many photo opportunities when you’re quarantined, except the view out the window. But what a nice view it is:
Well, at least on my blog. The woods around our house have looked like this for a while now:
Enjoying the view on a beautiful morning in Boulder, CO.
iPhone, edited with Snapseed
Shot on iPhone,
Edited with Snapseed
Captured with iPhone, edited with Snapseed
Just kidding – it’s just a beach scene.
iPhone, Hipstamatic app
… is easy when you’re not the one having to rake them…
Happy Thanksgiving to all!
iPhone, edited with Snapseed
Captured on Halloween, behind our house. No retouching necessary. 🙂
Enjoying the last of Vermont’s summer color before returning to work.
iPhone, edited with Snapseed
Captured these webs on today’s morning walk in Vermont.
iPhone, edited with Snapseed
Walked to the Mall after work on Friday and captured these photos. A wonderful time to be in DC, except this year it’s unseasonably cold. Nevertheless, the water’s edge was packed with tourists (i.e. camera-toting) and locals (i.e. picnicking).
Captured while walking with Mario through the woods behind our house in the morning:
iPhone, slight edits in Lightroom
Captured these leaves with frozen drops of rain on a recent walk in the neighborhood, using my umbrella to ensure a uniform background. The second shot reminded me of stalactites in a cave.
Canon 5D Mark II, EF 100mm f/2.8 macro lens
As seen from our backyard porch. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
This gaggle of geese was enjoying the morning calm of sunrise over the Hammock River (until I came along).
Caught this serene scene of the saltwater marshes of Clinton while walking the dog through the morning fog:
Played around with a 10-stop neutral density filter at sunset and came up with this:
Canon 5D Mark II, EF 16-35mm
ISO 400
f/9
25 sec
Captured at South of the Border truck stop. Sad that these rides were decommissioned, I’m sure at some point kids LOVED to stop here to enjoy the rides while parents got a break from the incessant ‘are we there yet?’ from the backseat. Click on any pic to see them in their full glory (i.e. slideshow format).
Came across this small country cemetery along route 301 while driving through North Carolina.
Canon 5D Mark II, 16-35mm
Found this abandoned produce stand near Enfield, NC:
Canon 5D Mark II, 16-35mm
ISO 125
f/7.1
1/800 sec
I used Snapseed’s new double exposure feature to create this scene, which combines two different views from the Clinton town beach:
iPhone, edited with Snapseed
Saw this hawk looking for prey at sunrise behind our house. Here are two different takes on that scene, both shot with my iPhone, but one with the Hipstamatic app.
Caught this on the one sunny day that we were here, viewed from our living room window. What a gorgeous part of the country!
Canon 7D, EF24-70mm
ISO 200
f/8
1/400 sec
HDR, black&white conversion in Lightroom
This tree feels so lost and lonesome to me every time I walk past it while I’m taking the dog out. Captured in the marsh near Clinton Harbor.
iPhone, adjustments in Adobe Lightroom
Captured this Red-tailed Hawk as he was surveying the field behind our house for his breakfast during sunrise. The other images were shot after I followed him to a tree that allowed me to get closer.
And this is the one when he finally had enough:
May your 2017 be as bright and lovely as this sunset (view over Clinton Harbor).
Canon 5D Mark II, EF 16-35mm
ISO 100
f/18
1/30 sec
Our little harbor often attracts landscape painters – and I enjoy including them in my landscape photography:
Canon 7D, EF-S 10-22mm
ISO 100
f/8
1/100 sec
3 exposure HDR
Loving the colors of Vermont! A brief weekend excursion to Stowe, VT, offered many photo opportunities like these:
Canon 5 Mark II, EFL 24-70mm
Came across this poem by Julie Bruck in a recent edition of the New Yorker, which matched the photos I took just the day before:
Not one of Mr. Balanchine’s soloists had feet this articulate,
the long bones explicitly spread, then retracted,
even more finely detailed than Leonardo’s plans for his flying machines.
And all this for a stroll, a secondary function,
not the greatdramatic spread and shadow of those pterodactyl wings.
This walking seems determined less by bird volition or
calculations of the small yellow eye
than by an accident of breeze, pushing the bird on a diagonal,
the great feet executing their tendus and lifts in the slowest of increments,
hesitation made exquisitely dimensional,
as if the feet thought themselves through each minute contribution to propulsion,
these outsized apprehenders of grasses and stone, snatchers of mouse and vole,
these mindless magnificents that any time now
will trail their risen bird like useless bits of leather.
Don’t show me your soul, Balanchine used to say, I want to see your foot.