Posts have been absent the last 10 days or so because of my focus on preparing for and executing my first showing at an outdoor art festival this past weekend: the Port Orange ArtFest. A lot of work — and a good deal of time and expense — went into the preparation: I had to buy a table and display grids and mat board and sleeves and photo paper and ink — lots of paper and ink — and signage and frames and … You get the idea. It was an investment in time and money that was well worth it. The first public exhibit of my images, this was a unique opportunity for me to get real-time, candid feedback on my work. The best feedback was typically not directed to me, but was observed as I watched and listened to people going through my booth. Curious to see what would appeal to people, I took a variety of images as matted 9×6 prints to offer for sale. One of those I almost did not take was Cornered – a recent abstract piece published here on April 6th. It was the first piece that sold and a nice bit of encouragement to continue my photographic abstracts. It was a good opportunity to mingle and converse with a diverse crowd. It was both fun and educational to engage with those that took time and real interest in viewing my images, asking questions about technique and locations and lighting. One visitor spent over 30 minutes perusing my work and speaking with me; she ended up buying 2 prints. In the end, I walked away having learned a lot about my own images and excited to participate in another show — after all, I invested in the necessary gear so I may as well use it! So, I’ve sent in my vendor registration for the Space Coast Pride festival on May 25th in Melbourne.
Today’s photo is another one from my trip earlier this month to Dalton, Georgia and captured at Prater’s Mill around 7:30 AM. I liked the deep shadows and the way the vapor coming up off the water nicely blurred the transition between the shore line and the reflecting waters of Coahulla Creek. I hope you like it, too.
“Coahulla Creek”, Nikon D800, ISO 200, f/9.0 at 1/40 sec., 98mm Click the image to view larger size and available print options.
“Deciduous trees are trees that can’t decide what outfit to wear, so they change three times a year. ”
― Jarod Kintz, The Merits of Marthaism, and How Being Named Susan Can Benefit You
This is another photo of a Redbud tree, photographed early last Wednesday morning at historic Prater’s Mill near Dalton, Georgia. These trees are so beautiful! If I lived in Northwest Georgia, I’m pretty sure I’d have several in my yard.
“Redbud 2”, Nikon D800, ISO 400, f/5.3 at 1/40 sec., 98mm Click the image to view larger size and available print options.
Listed on the National Register of Historic Places and constructed in 1855, Prater’s Mill served the communities of Northwest Georgia for almost 150 years. Located on Highway 2, I drove past the mill on my way out of Dalton at 7:45 Wednesday morning. As it was a somewhat overcast and cool morning, there was water vapor rising in spots from the warmer waters of Coahulla Creek. The morning light was golden and gorgeous.
I hope you enjoy the photo as much as I enjoyed creating it.
“Prater’s Mill”, Nikon D800, ISO 400, f/14 at 1/40 sec., 98mm
Click on the image to view larger size and available print options.
As I drove into Dalton, Georgia on Monday evening, I was captivated by the beautiful purple-maybe-magenta-but-definitely-not-red blossoming trees growing both wild and in people’s yards. They were like fireworks of color lighting up the oncoming shadows of the setting sun. When I later inquired about what kind of tree this was, I was told they were Redbuds. On hearing this, my first thought was immediately vocalized (though in a much different dialect than my own) by my sister-in-law: “I think the guy that named ’em musta been color-blind.” To which, of course, I could only fittingly respond: “Yep, I’d say yur right.”
“Eastern Redbud”, Nikon D800, ISO 400, f/5.3 at 1/160 sec., 98mm Click the image to view larger size and available print options.
It was a nice morning in north Georgia. Martha sat on her front porch with a fresh cup of coffee. She talked about the home across the road that had recently and somewhat suspiciously burned down. The sunlight was illuminating her face quite nicely… >>Click<<