I woke up this morning to a deep quiet outside my window. The window was open a few inches (I like sleeping with cold air on my face.) Most mornings, even as late as yesterday morning, I awake to the chatter of tiny songbirds in the lilacs just outside. This morning all was silent. It was our first snow and I knew my paint palette was going to change with the season.
Even when Nature is putting on her less-brilliant winter colors, there is color if you know how to look. When the rain comes, go outside with your eyes and your camera — take a closer look at the subdued landscape and you’ll see a tapestry of brilliant colors. Here’s something I might have missed if I hadn’t been looking where I was stepping today.
I shot “Coil” in a pasture on the edge of town. I waited for the light to be just right so the colors of the rust and peeling paint would be their richest. Check back weekly for what I hope is an extra-ordinary view of an “ordinary” Montana town. I hope I can encourage you to see where *you* live with different eyes — and maybe you will go out with your camera and document your own neighborhood.
My Hometown: First in a new weekly photowalk series on Water Earth Wind Fire. I shot “Blue Chevy Map of Earth” with my cell phone camera in a back alley close to our house. Check back weekly for what I hope is an extra-ordinary view of an “ordinary” Montana town. I hope I can encourage you to see where *you* live with different eyes — and maybe you will go out with your camera and document your own neighborhood.
Midsummer is a glorious time for a garden. Our garden is filled with little vignettes of beautiful colors, textures and shapes. The bees are hard at work collecting nectar from the many insect-friendly flowers. After our rainy June, this month is hot and sunny, just right for sensual flowering — and nectar gathering among the colors.