A Show In Ashfield. October 5, 2012
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: Ashfield MA, Charlemont MA, Colrain MA, cornfield, deerfield river, Elmer's Store, fall foliage, Hadley MA, hay wagon, Landscape photography, Readsboro VT, river, tilt-shift photography, waterfall, Western Massachusetts, Windsor MA
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I’ve been getting my photography “out and about,” as they say, and have recently sold a few pieces. I have a few nice old car and truck pics on the walls of Chef Rob Watson’s Lone Wolf Bistro in Amherst, MA, and a few of the young ladies I’ve shot at horse jumping meets have purchased prints.
It’s not enough to pay the bills yet (I’m still digging food out of the cracks in my kitchen floor) but it’s all moving in the right direction.
I currently have a show up at Elmer’s Store, Restaurant and Gallery up in Ashfield. It’s broadly Autumnal themed, designed to coincide with the town’s great Ashfield Fall Festival which runs this Saturday and Sunday. If you’re in the area and have a chance to visit, please do – I highly recommend their breakfasts, especially the hash – yum! 🙂 ‘ll be on their walls for most of October.
For those of you who don’t live close enough to visit, I’m posting the show’s ten photos here (hey, it’s a virtual world, non? ) for your viewing pleasure.
All of these shots have appeared here before, but never as a group.
Corn and Oak, Hadley MA:
Chickley Gold, Charlemont MA:
West Branch Storm, Deerfield river, Readsboro VT:
Deerfield Dawn, Charlemont MA:
Windsor Hay Wagon, Windsor MA:
Irrigation Ditch, Hadley MA:
Catamount Cascade, Colrain MA:
Autocar Light, Bernardston MA:
Black Brook, Savoy/Florida MA:
Forest Fog, Plainfield MA:
All of these images are printed at 12″ X 18″ and matted and framed at 18″ X 24.” They’re archival presentations with 100-year inks, acid-free/pH-buffered mats and backing and Conservation Clear UV-protective glass, and are available for $275 plus tax (where applicable) and shipping.
If you’re interested, email me: ralph@ralphmunn.com.
Or better yet, stop by Elmer’s Store for a great meal and a look-see. 🙂
And now I’m off to photograph some rock climbing adventures.
Cheers!
A Whole Lotta Watta! April 3, 2010
Posted by littlebangtheory in Uncategorized.Tags: bridge, Connecticut, dam, etc., gulls, river, Turners Falls
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Flooding has recently been pervasive here in the Northeast, and the Connecticut River grew mighty with the recent rains. Here are a few shots from this past week.
The Connecticut as it flows under the Great Falls Bridge between Gill and Montague:
…here with the fish ladder in the foreground, ferrying salmon and shad to higher waters.
The dam itself is massive for these parts, catching and releasing stupendous volumes in the Spring:
…not to mention (though I shall) the flood shunted down Turners Falls’ great canal:
That’s actually a several-second exposure of a quite-turbulent scene. Funny how Time mellows such things.
And speaking of “mellow,” we could all take a page from the Gulls’ Playbook: Chill!
I’m experimenting with Elliot here, so bear with me if things come out suboptimally!
Ice Islands. February 16, 2010
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: frozen, green, ice, Pelham Brook, river, Spring
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In this case, in Pelham Brook in Charlemont:
A frozen river with a tint of Spring!
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.
Water Shots. May 5, 2009
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: Bear Swamp, pond, rain, river
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Beneath gray skies, water, and the greening of the land.
The pond at Bear Swamp:
…and the Deerfield river in the rain:
I love the colors of this season, with the red maples budding and the virginal greens; it’s almost autumnal.
It Rained Today. November 8, 2008
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: Autumn, fog, rain, river
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And down in town, I hurried through my errands and minor missions – stopping by the Town Common to congratulate the anti-war protesters on their electoral victory, though that isn’t why they were there and they shared my ambivalence at succeeding in electing their Third Choice for President.
I went across the street to assure the Anti-Obama protesters (yes, they’re still there) that we wouldn’t eat their young now that Our Guy was sliding into the driver’s seat, and that I really hoped The Change would work as well for them as I hoped it would for me.
Then I got the hell out of town with a bag of groceries and some lumber for a project, all the while watching the dead-gray skies, thinking, “It’s raining up there,” and wanting to be in it.
Talk about “change.” For most of my life I’ve dissed the rain as being necessary for the garden, yet antithetical to my avocation (and sometimes profession) of climbing, rock climbing, where adhesion to a surface is paramount.
But now, today, I can’t wait to pitch the buy-one-get-one-free pork tenderloins into the freezer and head up into the rain, to find myself enveloped in clouds, to collapse the distances and intensify the mists.
Here’s what I got.
Pears, gone wild, for tonight’s dinner:
Then a stop at the Laundro-Mat, ’cause I have to have clean sheets, and a realization that I wasn’t going to make it to the High Country in time for the light.
So I hit the river.
It was generous with its images, atmospheric, surreal:
I liked that some elements of this photograph were out of my control, like the kayakers who entered from Stage Left as I released the shutter. I didn’t mean it to be about them, but they had other ideas.
Behind me, the railroad tracks defined a vanishing point on the near horizon:
While a riverside meadow reveled in Autumn:
I’m blessed with being where I am, and could hardly imagine being somewhere else.
Riverine. October 25, 2008
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: bridge, river
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In nearby Hampshire County, the Connecticut River runs deep and wide:
The only river crossing in the County is the Calvin Coolidge Bridge on route 9:
Him I don’t like, but his art deco namesake is pretty cool.
Along The Road. June 12, 2008
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: field, pond, river, stream
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Up in Winsor, a high, wind-swept field…
…With Irises…
…and Buttercups:
And in the valley below, a shaded stream:
with deep, ledgy pools dappled with sunlight:
Atop the next hill, water lilies sprout in a pond in Plainfield,
And lastly, a cascade on the Deerfield near home:
A day with good light is a thing of wonder.
Namaste.
Snowbound! December 31, 2007
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: blanket, horse, river, snow
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I woke this morning to a deep stillness, as though a heavy blanket wrapped the world.
Indeed, the night had brought a blanket of fresh snow. A look out my kitchen window showed my garden to be snuggled beneath a thick layer of Next Year’s Life.
Time to suit up, clean off the car and hit the road!
The Cold River seemed oddly warm in its new finery:
That one’s for you, Cuz.
As I drove through the muffled grayness, patches of blue scuttled by overhead and occasional wind squalls turned the trees’ burdens into sudden blizzards.
Feels like a good time to head home and make a big pot of soup!