Photographs and thoughts on photography and camera collecting
I’ve been to a number of cemeteries and I don’t think I’ve ever come across a wrought iron grave marker. In case you can’t read the writing on the medallions the top one is nicely embossed and says: “Alois Beier x1895 +1970”. The bottom one seems to have just been painted on an reads: “Elizabet 1905-1972”.
Walking along Lake Shore Road in the past few weeks I’ve noticed a fin cutting through the surface of the water in the cove. Imagine the typical image of a sharks fin, but in miniature and you’ve about got it. I took a few pictures, but the fin was quite distant and the camera I had with me didn’t have a very long zoom. However, you get a sense of what I’m talking about in the picture. You can see the fin and a vague impression of the fish itself beneath the surface. I’m not good at guessing the size of a far away fish, but I’d say it was somewhere between one and two feet. It seems that 500 sterile grass carp were released in the lake in 2011 for aquatic weed control. I imagine this is one of hem. I must have made a noise because suddenly about 10+ of these fish suddenly took off causing quite a commotion. The carp seem to be doing well.
The title of the post comes from a fellow walker who noticed the disturbance in the water and remarked: “Roaring Brook Lake Monster?”
I recently posted (Union cemetery) this picture in black and white. The other three pictures that accompanied it worked best in black and white so I also gave this one the B&W treatment for consistency.
However, looking at the picture again I see that although the black and white conversion works pretty well it’s at the cost of losing the wonderful colors of the lichens (or whatever they are).
So here’s the color version.
I recently posted (A couple of short videos) a video interview with David Bailey in which he said:
I never understand when people say I don’t know what to photograph. Just look at a concrete wall with cracks in it and you can paint for eternity. I’m never at a loss to find out what to do next. It’s all there. All you have to do is open your eyes.
So after taking some pictures of the picnic shelter near Pelton Pond I’m sitting at one of the tables when I notice this crack in the concrete floor. So I thought – why not?
The leaves are not yet back on the trees so practically everything around is still greys (the rocks and stone walls) an earth tones (old leaves, tree trunks etc.). I took this picture because it was the only bright splash of color that I came across – a pleasant relief. The berries are really small and grow close to the ground. I have no idea what they are and so far my attempts to find out have not met with success.