That Time Of The Month. April 6, 2012
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Yes Kids, it’s That Time of the Month again: the moon is fat, and I’ve been on the hunt.
My best (and indeed only effort) happened a couple of days ago, and quite by accident – I was hip deep in the Deerfield river, heading for a gravel bar to snag a sunset shot or two, when I saw The Gibbous One over my shoulder, dodging in and out of some artsy-looking clouds. As soon as I got to Terra Sorta Firma, I threw Gizmo on the box and shot this:
Not what I came for, but you gotta dance with the celestial bodies what brung ya. 😉
On A More Pastoral Note… January 10, 2012
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: deerfield river, moon, Pelham Lake, Rowe, sunset, winter
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A couple of B-Team landscapes from this past week, which haven’t yet found a place in the ‘sphere.
Sunset along the Deerfield:
Dig the Jesus rays!
…and a moon rising over Pelham Lake in Rowe:
Not exactly what Winter usually looks like in these parts, but then, the camera doesn’t lie, unless you ask it reeeeal nice. 😉
Starlings By Starlight. December 30, 2011
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Well, perhaps not starlings, but it sounded poetic, didn’t it?
Tonight’s pilgrimage to our local supermarket yielded this image of a flock of little birds bedded down in the scrub trees between the parking lot and adjacent Route 2:
They sat beneath the gibbous moon for their ten-second portrait without twitching. It’s a miracle! 😉
Housemate and Friend Holly has me seeing more of my subjects in black and white, which totally suits this dismal season.
I hope you agree.
A May Moon. May 26, 2010
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: Deerfield, May, moon
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Last night, up in the Deerfield river valley:
It’s a day short of “full,” but tonight is likely to be cloudy, so there we have it.
Enjoy.
My Morning Drive. April 2, 2010
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: fog, moon, trees
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This morning the moon was out, contemplating setting in the west, scooting behind hills and reappearing as I drove. The river was rising around me as it does when the nights are cool and damp and the day dawns clear.
I caught the moon as it ducked too slowly behind a hemlock-clad hill:
…and the risen river of vapor as it stole silently across the fields, embracing and releasing trees,
…rising in undulating strands up the enclosing hillsides as the sun also rose:
It was a hasty juggling act, the river fog taken with my point-and-shoot shoved out the passenger side window, the moon lassoed by Gizmo, propped up on the driver’s side mirror.
My work schedule is the antithesis of flexible, so it was all very rushed.
Still, it was a better-than-average ride to work.
Images From My Weekend. March 28, 2010
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: flag, moon, Mount Monadnock, potholes, Shelburne Falls
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…Much of which was imminently forgettable, but some of which might be deemed shareable.
Mount Monadnock in southern New Hampshire, from a hillside close to home:
This lone peak has spawned the geologic term of “monadnock,” referring to a roche moutonee separate from other highlands.
That one’s courtesy of Gizmo, my 400mm L-series lens.
Salmon Falls, the geologic centerpiece of the village of Shelburne Falls:
…and a close-up of what’s happening down where the action is:
I like that one.
And lastly, a shot of the near-full moon captured against a furiously unfurling flag on Poet’s Seat Tower in Greenfield:
Other weekend sights might appear in future posts, but this is what I have for now.
March Waxing Gibbous. March 26, 2010
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Between periods of foul weather and moonly vapidity there sit a few days, weather willing, of gazing in wonder at the waxing gibbous moon, with its long shadows and bright peaks.
Here’s a view of said orb:
…juxtaposed against a big spruce in upper Florida. Gizmo’s pathetic depth of field ought to be forgiven, given its adherence to its mission of bringing the distant near.
Such are the limitations of long lenses, and the products of their particular parameters.
Hazy Days, Hazy Nights. August 9, 2009
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: gratuitous Brittish spellings, haze, moon, rain, river, total bullshit
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This past week was warm and humid, the air thich and rich like something good for your skin. It rained frequently, but seldom torrentially, rather enshrouding the landscape in mists and fog and allowing glimpses of the Summer We Weren’t Having through miserly thinnings of the clouds.
Here are a couple of those glimpses.
The Deerfield after a late day rain, just north of the Vermont line:
This photo was a willing volunteer (well, I never exactly asked it, but we’ll assume) for my ongoing experiments in Implied Colour*.
This next one was taken that very evening, of the Sturgeon Moon through Sky Soup:
Despite the atmosphericly-imposed lack of detail in the shrouded moon, there’s something in this photo which takes me out into the night. I think it’s the way my eyes adjust to the light levels, the way the skyline reveals itself over time.
These two photos were both fun to capture and fun to play with afterward, something previously said only about bunnies and frogs.
* The “Implied Colour” idea sounds enough like bullshit that I thought I might lend it a bit of credulity with a Gratuitous Brittish Spelling.**
**But the “Gratuitous Brittish Spelling” idea sounds like bullshit, too. Bummer.
A Sturgeon Moon. August 5, 2009
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: full moon, moon, sturgeon
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You may or may not know that each and every full moon has a name.
I find it odd that, at 55, I’m only familiar with October’s “Harvest Moon.” WTF, didn’t my elementary school hire Wickens??
Anyway, August’s full moon is known to us Americans as the “sturgeon moon.”
That has to be one of the most romantic things I’ve ever said here at LBT.
So without further ado, but with apologies for the lack of clarity induced by an impossibly thick atmosphere, here’s this year’s candidate for “Sturgeon Moon:”
This one was caught cresting a hill in Shelburne, Massachusetts, and may be as good as it gets ’till the drier airs of autumn.
At Last… July 7, 2009
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…another full moon!
Yeah, I know, it happens every month. But between cloudy skies (a recent regular feature in these here parts) and not being in the right place at the right time, it’s been slim pickin’s for this last bit.
Anyway, last night I waited for the nearly-full moon to rise at the just-about perfect spot, only to see it appear faintly through the hundred or so miles of thin clouds extending eastward from my vantage point to the horizon. I won’t repeat what I said in that moment of weakness, having spent the last half-hour scanning the skyline for the expected glory.
I canned the shots I took as I muttered obscenities at the Weather Gods – they (the photos) were pretty lame.
But as it so often happens, the best photos appear in one’s peripheral vision as one drives home, The Unit resignedly packed away. And last night, because I’m a resolute Slacker/Procrastinator, when my side-view mirror suddenly erupted in Luminous Orbage, I still had Gizmo set up in my passenger seat (the preferred preemptive position for wildlife sightings) and banged a hard right into the nearest farm field, snaking the tractor road past where the telephone wires ruined the effect, and snapped this:
The sun’s last lingering light had left the landscape, contributing only the faintest blush to a thin band of clouds which, with a tiny bit of patience on my part, intersected The Orb just so.
I was struck by the royal blueness of the sky, and pleased to see that my camera captured a bit of it.
I’m grateful for these accidents of fate; left to my own devices, nothing like this would ever come my way.
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