Ancient Winds – In memory of Patricia Fogarty

Black And White Photography, Patti, Photography

Dartmoor Wind

Out alone on Dartmoor in the wild mid-winter when howling winds from ancient times stirred the limbs and leaves to blow a chorus of thunder through the mighty oaks.

It was great up there!

Inverse/Reverse

Black And White Photography, Photography, Steven

Inverse/Reverse © Steven Willaed

”A study of proximate tones in a greyscale image”

Seriously?

Olympus Pen F with Zuiko 45-150mm f4-5.6 lens, processes in PS Express and Snapseed.

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It never occurred to me

Black And White Photography, Photography, Steven

No Swimming © Steven Willard

Even on a hot summer day this place isn’t all that inviting.

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Svalbard

Black And White Photography, David, Photography

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I was lucky enough to spend 5 days on Svalbard recently and that kind of polished my poor landscape genre a little. This I took on my last day there. It had already started to snow and the local mountains already had a good coating of the white stuff.

Nikon D800
Nikon 24-70 f/2.8 AFS
PP in Silver Efex Pro II

Roadside Memorials

Black And White Photography, Photography, Steven

Roadside Memorial © Steven Willard

I have no idea how many roadside memorials I’ve passed in my travels. I’m seventy-two years old, and I’ve driven all over America, and some foreign countries too, so the number must be pretty high. Some were probably too small to notice while traveling at highway speeds, others such as this one, certainly caught my eye. Some clearly mark scenes where accidents took place, dangerous curves or poorly marked intersections. Others are placed on perfectly straight highways, begging the question of how someone managed to run off the road. I rarely stop, they appear too suddenly unless it is on a section of road I travel frequently. I don’t think the mourners expect us to, it’s something more personal than that, or perhaps more desperate. A cry for people to notice that a friend, or child, has been take away from them. It’s something for us to think about, at least for a few miles.

 

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