The cows are happy. The chickens are happy. The corn is growing, joyously absorbing sunshine and rain. Three generations live on the farm … and the land has been in the family as long as anyone can remember.
The work is hard, season after season. But the people … they look happy too. Maybe it’s living with the soil and the animals. Letting the seasons dictate what there is to be done.
Corn is ready
Autumn is coming. The corn will be gone, the cows will no longer graze and sleep in the green pasture along the river. Ice and snow will cover the ground. Even the chickens will huddle in their coops. Everyone and everything will wait for spring to come again. Fortunately, it always comes.
A true selection of odds and ends, orphan pictures that don’t fit anywhere, but I like anyway. Nothing more oddball that that!
Creating a silhouette is an easy technique to learn and useful in a lot of different situations. For obvious reasons, it doesn’t work well if you are trying to create a portrait … but in nature and architecture, you can create a little bit of magic with very little effort.
Silhouettes may make photographs appear “black and white” even though they are in color. The effect is easily achieved with the light source behind your subject.
All you need to do to get a silhouette is take your light reading on the brightest part of the scene or object. The dark part will got even darker and you can slightly increase contrast in post processing if you want to make it a true silhouette with no detail.
More geese along the river. I was shooting quickly, so a lot of my pictures were a bit (or a lot) fuzzy. Yet by art or luck — maybe because I just shoot many frames thus raising the odds of getting some good ones — a few came out well.
My Canada geese by the Blackstone River in early August.
Metal and autumn. A bike show in Mendon.
Bright leaves by the lake in Webster and in my back yard. Glorious foliage down by the dam. It’s my favorite season. If you live around here, you know it’s the best season, New England in its glory.
Goosey goosey gander,
Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady’s chamber.
There I met an old man
Who wouldn’t say his prayers,
So I took him by his left leg
And threw him down the stairs.
These geese were not afraid of us, but they weren’t tame either. Nor were they “office park” geese who will boldly go where no goose has gone before. These were wild geese, willing to let us share space as long as we didn’t get too close.
We did our best to be stealthy. No door slamming, driving into the parking lot slowly, quietly. No talking. Getting the cameras out in the car, then walking softly, getting as close as we could without making the birds nervous. And having very long zoom lenses on our cameras!
We got to the little park along the river at around three. A whole flock of Canada geese were waiting for us in the parking lot.
Just gaggling around, being goosy. Garry spotted them and we went into stealth mode.
Driving very slowly into the far end of the lot and not even closing the doors to the car. Shh!
Tiptoeing around, we tried to convince the geese to hang around. They did for a while. Then, they conferred. Discussed the matter between themselves.
And off they went, down the river. But not before we got a few pictures. These are a few of mine.