Oink! June 28, 2012Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, Love and Death.
Tags: Manda Farm, piglets, pigs, plainfield
High up in Plainfield at the Manda Farm…
…Summer sets the larger livestock to languid lounging:
But wait, what’s this in the shadows?
It’s Junior, coming around Momma’s flank, his little legs moving with flip-book rapidity. Squeeee!
And here come his siblings, tumbling over each other and nipping indignantly when they get butt-bumped to the back:
Three of them stop for a brief pose, and I can’t help thinking of them as Moe, Larry and Curly-tail:
I wanted a closer shot (and didn’t have Gizmo on the box,) but though Farmer Mike had assured me that Momma was gentle, I declined to go inside the little shed with several hundred pounds of Maternal Ham lying there. Tolerance has its limits, whereas Motherly Love knows no bounds!
Thanks to Mike Kalagher for his hospitality, and for pointing me at these five-day-old cuties.
Wet Paint. September 23, 2011Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags: Autumn, bog, Canon 24-105mm f2.8L IS USM, Canon TS-E II f2.8L IS USM, deerfield river, fall colors, fog, New England, plainfield, rain, Readsboro VT, Route 100, Southern Vermont, tilt-shift photography
Well, it’s officially autumn, and the weather here in Southern New England is emphasizing that point by turning gloomy even as it paints our trees with surreal colors.
Yesterday (yeah, I know, “not officially autumn,” but close enough) I finished work in Plainfield as a persistent light rain slowed to a drizzle, and I snagged this shot of a bog with a floating sphagnum mat:
I liked the tableau enough to work it with Elliot, to an end that is considerably better than this blog format allows you to see.
Anyway, I got inspired, and came home from work through Southern Vermont (another “close enough” moment) and was delighted to be dogged by showers interspersed with fogs. The West Branch of the Deerfield river parallels this stretch of road, and though it Taketh Away a good many of the culverts and bridges along this stretch of the road, it also Giveth some lovely views:
My work was complicated by my desire to show the place as still beautiful despite the ravaged river bed; many otherwise lovely shots would have conveyed more of the latter rather than the former, but my intention here is to let the world know that Vermont is still, and perhaps more than ever, worth visiting – your dollars, from gas money to lunch to lodging will be appreciated.
This section of Route 100 is, um, “CLOSED,” but if you pass that sign you might notice the smaller sign saying “to trucks,” because there’s a dirt road reach-around up ahead. I went for it, and basically had a lot of road to myself:
The colors aren’t yet anywhere near “peak,” but the fog between showers caught my eye.
Right where the actual detour kicked in (and yes, it turns to dirt before it’s over,) the Deerfield dodged southward through a deep gorge, disappearing into a snag of pines and fog as the light took a turn towards night:
A mile farther east the river would roar back to the road, eating Readsboro’s lunch and bridges in a span of 24 hours. Road crews are still working on that, but a passable roadway isn’t far off.
Except for the first one, these shots are all from Ollie, my 24-105mm tele lens. Nice piece of glass, that boy.
Black And White On Ice. January 20, 2011Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags: black and white, black cherry, blackbirds, Hawley, ice storm, plainfield
Here are a few Black & Whites from our recent ice storm.
North Union Street in Plainfield:
Blackbirds on ice in Hawley:
…and, finally, black cherries in a mixed forest, again up in Plainfield:
Ice storms have their own inherent black-and-whiteness which renders the colors within almost irrelevant.
Next post, more barn shots!
This Evening, At Sunset. February 11, 2010Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, Love and Death.
Tags: plainfield, sunset, wagon
This evening, in the hill town of Plainfield, a farm wagon waits for spring:
I found it jaunty in a hopeful, forward-looking way.
Rurality. May 22, 2009Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.
Tags: deerfield river, Heath, lilacs, morning, Mount Greylock, plainfield, pond, Spring
Along the way, over the last couple of days.
Morning on the Deerfield River:
Playing with that effect; I’d like to get an eye for it, shoot specifically for this treatment, and see what comes of it.
But not all the time.
A pasture in Adams, overlooked by Mount Greylock:
A lilac stand at a field corner in Colrain:
A pond in Plainfield:
…and up in Heath, a roadside spring:
This part of the world changes mile by mile. It’s one of the many things I like about New England – the ability to move between environments without traveling all day.