Maple Sugar. November 27, 2012
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: MA, snow, sugar maple, Windsor, winter landscapes
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A light dusting of snow shrouds an old sugar maple up in Windsor, MA:
Pardon the “spottiness” of the sky, it’s snow passing in front of my lens.
The Grrrlz Of Summer. June 17, 2012
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: buttercups, Canon 24mm f/3.5L TS-EII lens, Eugene D. Moran Wildlife Management Area, hawkweedm clover, irises, Lyme disease, tilt-shift photographt, Tyvek coveralls, Windsor
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Summer brings the wildflowers out of the woods and into the meadows. There, they face the reaper’s blade, as most of the grasslands in these parts get cut and baled several times during the warm season.
So it falls to me to be attentive to the rhythms of the seasons, and of the farmers who wring a living from them; a week early and the blooms aren’t happening, a week late and they’re in the feed.
Today saw me taking the long way to everywhere, snaking my way across the Eastern Front of the Berkshires in convoluted lines, connecting every reflecting pool and flowered meadow I could think of that was remotely in between me and Mount Greylock, my intended destination for the afternoon. I was hunting, you see, for something to share with you.
Up in Windsor, I got lucky.
Good Old Windsor, high and wide and starkly beautiful, a no-bullshit place of wind and sky and visual gems tucked amidst the casually unremarkable vastness. This is one of the places where I first learned to get down on my belly and look harder.
Today, I beat the reaper, though just barely; every field I passed on the approach had either been hayed or had a tractor taking it down as I passed.
So I was pleased to top out on Windsor Mountain and find the meadows along Route 8A to be flush with flowers. At the Moran Wildlife Management Area I pulled over and suited up prior to wading out into the waist-high grass, donning a Tyvek coverall duct-taped at the ankles and dosed with DEET. I’ve been treated twice so far this year for Lyme disease, and now that I’m without health insurance, another go-around isn’t an option.
The sky wasn’t dramatic, but rather a patchwork of cotton-ball clouds in a deep blue firmament. Still, it provided a passable foil for the flowers below. Here blue flag irises and ragged robin punctuate a field of buttercups stretching over the horizon:
Across Route 8A hawkweed and clover held sway, barely contained by a stockade of spruces:
I love this place. Wildflowers in Spring, meteorological drama in Summer, and some of the wildest Winter scenes I’ve seen in the East.
Both of these are from Elliot, with my tripod splayed low to the ground in an effort to Freeze the Breeze. Between three and five degrees of tilt gave me acceptable depth of field without the longer exposures necessitated by smaller apertures, thereby mitigating the wind problem. And I brought the skies down with a two-stop hard-step ND graduated filter.
Then it was onward to Mt. Greylock, which I’ll save for another post.
…And On The Way Home… April 12, 2012
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: Daryl Benson Reverse Grad filters, Elliot, pussy willows, Red Osier, Singh-Ray filters, tilt-shift photography, Windsor
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…I caught the low light of late afternoon on some Red Osier growing up in Windsor:
…along with the glowing yellow stems of pussy willows. The colors on the drive-by made me turn around and put Elliot on the box to get you this view of the goings-on.
Thanks to Elliot and a reverse grad ND filter for that one.
A White Thanksgiving. November 25, 2011
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: birches, high meadow, ice storm, spruce bog, Windsor
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Firstly, let me wish you all a wonderful Thanksgiving day, filled with family and friends. We all have so much to be thankful for, regardless of the mountains of crap we’ll have to get back to shoveling tomorrow.
But that’s tomorrow. Today (or most likely “tonight” as you read this,) is a day to relax with a belly full of tryptophan and a house full of friends.
For me, that will happen tomorrow when my younger daughter Ursula will be in from Boston for a big hug and some of her favorite stuffing. It’s my favorite too, so it’s never a chore to make it for her. 😉
So I had the world to myself today, and spent some time up in Windsor, where I was delighted to find snow and ice. Delighted because so far this year we’ve had a white Halloween, a white Veterans’ Day, and now this:
Above a certain elevation, the wet woods were encased in ice. The last of the untended apples wore it well:
…shedding their crystaline sheaths as the day warmed:
I found those shots on the way up to the high meadows where routes 9 and 8A meet. It’s an expanse of meadow thrust into a wide open sky, and catches lots of weather. I’ve taken some of my favorite photos there over the last few years, and always expect to find something worth photographing.
Today it was a wintry view, with the low meadow scrub sheathed in ice:
Rushes and grasses stood stiffly in the wind:
This spot is un-Massachusetts-like, and offers me a cheap alternative to a vacation.
Aside from the meadows, the area is primarily a spruce bog:
It was cool to see this suspended animation of water in the wild woods, as in these birch leaves caught in a crystal cascade:
So, a “White Thanksgiving” it was, at least up in the hills. Tomorrow we’ll do the turkey thing. Tonight I’m just going to wish you the best.
G’night,
Ralph
New England Asters. September 27, 2011
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: asters, autumn colors, Canon TS-EII 24mm f2.8 IS USM L, Elliot, tilt-shift photography, virginia creeper, Windsor
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Just as the local goldenrod fades to golden brown, the New England asters kick it down for a little late-summer color:
Our local asters come in a variety of colors including some wonderfully prolific lavender and white ones, but this intensely magenta variation really floats my boat.
Another seasonal standout, albeit invasive to some degree, is the Virginia creeper which has gotten overly comfortable in these parts:
Its intense autumn reds nearly pardon it for smothering its host trees, as it did to this little specimen in Windsor.
Thanks to Elliot for his fine work, most evident in the first shot, where there’s good depth-of-field despite the stiff breezes of the season.
Summer Time. July 4, 2011
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, Politics and Society.Tags: bee, black and white, Charlemont, Conway, deerfield river, Fourth of July, Rowe, Shelburne, sunset, thistle, wildflowers, Windsor
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It’s the Fourth of July, a great American holiday. I missed the fireworks, chasing The Light with my tools of choice, and instead of Chinese pyrotechnics, I got a few more shots of My America.
These are actually an assemblage from the week past, but hey, in the grander scheme they’re cotemporal. (I made that word up because it works.)
For me, the absolute apex of Summer occurs when the wildflowers are at their best. For the most part, we’re there now, though there will be other shows later. Right now, the high meadows are filled with Rugosa rose, Ox-eye daisies, Northern bedstraw, clovers and vetches, and grasses unfurling their pollinated flags:
Thistles beckon bees to flit between them:
The fields are ripe, the grasses are high, and the clouds are full of promise:
…and the rivers and streams flow with the rains, which recently have been generous:
Two black and whites, from Rowe and Conway respectively.
And to end this American birthday, a sunset on the Deerfield river:
Proof that humid nights have their greater purpose.
Happy Birthday, America, and good night.
Strange Skies. June 2, 2011
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, Love and Death.Tags: blue flag irises, Landscape photography, ragged robbin, Springfield tornadoes, tilt-shift photography, wildflowers, Windsor
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Yesterday after work I ran a couple of errands, and in the process, got totally drenched in a spectacular downpour.
So naturally I thought, “There must be mists rising on the back end of this thing; the sun’s still up, maybe sunset will get involved!” … and I headed the car westward to see what I would see.
As I broke out of the storm’s western front, I saw the anticipated mists:
…but alas, the image wasn’t really compelling, so I drove on.
As the sky cleared, my auto-noodling brought me up toward Windsor, where I thought I might find some early meadow wildflowers. I wanted to try to get some foreground blooms with some cumulus monsters in the background, something which can be done to good effect with a tilt-shift lens.
At a high meadow along route 8A I was pleased to find a view worth setting up for:
…with a nice carpet of Ragged Robin shepherded by a passable set of clouds:
This small version of this photo misses the finer details of the delicate flowers interspersed with buttercups, but hey, that’s the medium I’m working in here.
There were a lot of different types of grasses in bloom, with interesting seed-heads of various colors:
Tussock Sedges and Buttercups beneath a sky which was beginning to act up.
I looked for and found a patch of Blue Flag irises I’ve photographed in the past, and with Elliot’s trick objective lens, got this:
At this point, though, things got a bit strange – I thought the curving structure in the upper sky was some sort of aberration caused by my circular polarizer, but quickly realized that it was an actual feature in the clouds. I stood back and watched in amazement as the ghostly sky began to boil, coalescing into radiating waves of gray and white. It was as though all of the moisture in the air was being amassed and focused to the south, suddenly blushing as the western sun grew low and leaving the adjacent sky brilliantly blue:
The sinuous striations of the cloud’s underbelly spoke of spectacular wind speeds, and my mind raced with images of recent Midwestern disasters. I was wishing for my 16mm wide-angle lens, but it was back at the car, and there just wasn’t time – I got as much of the total sky event as I could with Elliot:
I was gobsmacked by the sight of this unearthly cloud flowing from the sky with Auroral undulations; calibrating the distance and direction of its focus, I thought, “Something bad is happening down Springfield way.”
With the light fading and mayflies gnawing at my every exposed inch, I jogged back to the car with frequent stops to gawk. By the time I got to the road and put my Sweet Sixteen on the box the show was nearly over, and the apparition had resolved into an orange phantasm:
I would have liked to have held that image in my mind all the way home, but the car radio had other ideas: a frantic announcer was describing the wreckage in Springfield, Massachusetts, where at least three tornadoes had destroyed a swath of the city, tossing cars into piles and killing four people.
I had inadvertently photographed a sad bit of Massachusetts history.
Sun Through Clouds. January 13, 2011
Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature.Tags: deep snow, graduated filters, Savoy, Windsor
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As I was coming back over the hills this afternoon, the sun was struggling to break through blowing patches of mid-level clouds as winds whipped snow-burdened branches and filled the air with glistening crystals. Six f-stops of graduated filters brought down the sky enough to capture this shot of a field in Windsor:
…and a bit later…
[I’m vamping for some space here
because these two pictures look horrible together,
though they look good separately,
so I hope you’ll scroll through the site
and view them independently]
…this one of the forty inches reported in Savoy:
Both of these were timing challenges; to precisely position grad filters, the sensor needs to be exposed for “live viewing,” and can be damaged by straight-on sun shots, so most of the set-up had to occur while the clouds were thick enough to totally obscure the sun, with the final capture occurring just as the disk of the sun became apparent through the thinning clouds.
At any rate, the snow was deep, the light was fun, and once again, I dug it.