Happy accidents will come, big or small, and they must always be welcome. Next time your lens fogs up from a rookie oversight, make some fantastical flower photographs until you look upon the real world with clarity and focus once again.
With autumn coming in quick it is near time to put flower photo season to bed. Here is a late season Black-eyed Susan blossom demure before strong late afternoon light; strong contrast driving home the power of the photograph.
Late summer is a time of reflection. On life, on time, and on the other things that reflect past, present, and future. We age and the clock moves faster still, yet nothing gives the arrow of time pause like a slow sunset burn. If only for a few moments all takes a pause and we exist as one.
How about a little summertime partner yoga on the salt marsh? Check in as I photograph yogis Rose Dease and Adam Binder doing partner yoga atop Aperion Yoga’s Twilight Blush yoga mat. Look on as they work asana magic astride the double yellow lines of Cedar Run Dock Road in downward-facing dog and an L-shaped handstand.
Summer sunsets on the salt marsh. Does it get better? I invite you to come along with me as I share with you a summer stunner as the sun set upon the Cedar Run Dock Road marsh at its absolute peak. It’s moments like this that make me love being a landscape photographer.
Understanding the uncertain fate of the honey bee, a lynchpin species for prolific pollination needed in a balanced ecosystem, I am beyond pleased to have them feast upon my Black-eyed Susan flowers in numbers. Oh, and they make joyous macro photo subjects, too.
When stillness, pastels, and glassy reflections meet at the salt marsh you can breathe it all in and smile inside because summer is here. Let your eyes gaze upon the calming oxbow feature framed by swaying marsh grasses and hum your favorite song. Placid moments are the spice of life.
A sublime pastel sunset over late June salt marsh has me questioning my own assumptions. Where has the green marsh gone? As sunset light reflects upon the marsh, I, too, reflect on if what I thought knew was true. Despite seeing the same place over and over for years you can “observe a lot by watching.” Thanks, Yogi.
Macro worlds will suck you in. Once lensed properly the eye sets upon the small things so easily ignored. In such small spaces countless details reveal themselves to the well attuned. Here we encounter such a journey as we venture into the macro world of honeysuckle.
Windswept marsh bows low as the sustained winds usher in from the northeast. Brooding gray clouds dominate the sky, but they do little to pushback the energy infusion coursing through a marsh reborn. It all comes together to make a striking salt marsh photograph made late in the day at Cedar Run Dock Road.