Tag: stafford forge wildlife management area
Fall in love with the forest over and over again
I grew up in the woods. Spending my earliest years in East Brunswick, New Jersey—a municipal casualty of suburban sprawl—I was lucky enough to live in a sleepy little neighborhood of roughly 52 houses on a small dead-end buttressed by The Woods. And while it wasn’t a tree strewn vista of thousands, or even hundreds…
It’s a kind of magic
It all came together tonight, folks. The snow. The light. The setting. Many of my favorite things came out to play, and other than to remark on how humbled I felt just to bear witness, I’m not sure what to say. At the very least, this will be the first of three photographs from this…
A cold trade for warm sunshine
Hey, look! I took a photograph that isn’t a sunset. Whew. Before I locked in on yesterday’s blue hour special, I set down the tripod atop a small ridge overlooking the front lake of Stafford Forge Wildlife Management Area in an attempt at capturing the potent golden light that was pouring into the Pinelands. The pine…
Pulse
Blue hour you are awesome— Tonight’s sky did it again. This marks the third time I’ve watched the sky dim, sunset seemingly fading away, only to have the sky illuminate once more with booming pastel colors somehow reborn reborn. While there’s no doubt sound physics behind the phenomenon—it seems to defy logic that the final light…
The unnamed feeling
What was I thinking about when I was photographing tonight? The constancy of flux. Particularly in the most familiar of places. The front lake at Stafford Forge has swelled several inches and consumed feet of shoreline, changing the dynamic of one of my old standby shooting locations. A few extra inches of water has transformed…
Hushed tones
Wherever possible I try to get my photos on the computer and processed with little time wasted. Doing so closes out my mental workflow. In a relatively short period of time I’m able to produce something tangible (digitally speaking) to share with you. I, in turn, get to let go and immediately transition my brain…
Just last night
It wasn’t until my buddy Jon and I were heading back over Manahawkin Bay en route to the mainland by way of the causeway bridge that we took note of the sky; brightly lit low hanging clouds were racing across it, seemingly illuminated by the light pollution below. Once back at my house we quickly…
These colors are not your own
See that tree over there? The sparse one to the left rising up and all alone? Good. I couldn’t stop seeing it either. Everywhere I walked yesterday that quiet, unassuming tree kept reaching out for my attention—intimating its desire to be seen but never at the expense of being the center of attention. It carried a…
The Burned Lands
While not like to evoke thoughts of General Sherman and his strategy of scorched earth, the charred remains of a solemn tree stump flanked by the onset of lush grass rising in the ashen remains of last month’s controlled burn make for a calming scene, particularly at sunset. Carefully planned fires are a way of…