Morning sunshine flows through the Japanese maples and conifers along the garden path. The maples are beginning to transition to their bright fall color. The ground covers and green shrubs and conifers are holding on to their summer greens.
As I walk along the path I look side to side and enjoy the various plants up close. I look forward along the curving path and anticipate what is around the corner … next post.
Heatherwood is starting to transition into its fall colors. The maples are gradually turning color branch by branch. A little color from the yellow rudbeckia and purple Russian sage remains to provide a little splash of color. A few recent sprinkle of rain has encouraged the lush green lawn to put out its last spurt of growth. A few fallen red maple leaves sprinkle the green grass. Autumn is well on its way.
This little scene looking through the northwest corner of Heatherwood is one of my favorites. The planting bed around the flume is maturing nicely. We have added a few amsonia in the back to brighten it up a bit from the street view. The flume itself is a little bit of history dating back around 100 years when it was the new source of irrigation water in our area.
The Alvord Desert is a 12 by 7 mile dry lake bed in southeastern Oregon. It lies in the rain shadows of the Steens Mountains and the Cascade range. This image is from a view point as I entered the desert from the south. While visiting Alvord, we witnessed air planes taking off, a wind sail vehicle catching a breeze, and a car racing across the desert. Next time I visit, I plan to catch a sunrise or sunset and maybe photograph the Milky Way. It is one of the darkest locations in the world.
Overlooking the Lower Garden Heatherwood, Late Summer
The clouds were forming crazy shapes as they moved across the sky. They overshadowed the view of Heatherwood and the valley below. They presented an eerie feeling as I walked out onto the lawn. It was a strange occurrence on a hot summer day in the mid-90’s. To emphasize the sky, I used infrared to create the feeling that the clouds produced.
During the last two years I have been focusing my photography in our Heatherwood garden using my standard visible light camera and presenting how I see the garden in color. I was becoming stuck looking at things in the same way. Yesterday I brought out my infrared camera from retirement and took a stroll through the garden. I looked at the garden around me with a different perspective seeing the landscape with a new view. The color was gone; the sky was dark; vegetation was white; greens and reds were the same tone; clouds were dreamy. Beauty presented itself in a different way.
At times I tend to get trapped in looking at life from a set perspective. It feels good and gives me balance when I step back and open up my mind to other viewpoints, focusing on a positive perspective. Opportunities open up. Life is more enjoyable!
Across from the Visitor’s Center Banlands National Park
During my workshop in the Badlands, our group passed by the Visitor’s Center almost daily. This scene is just across the road from the center. Every day it had a different perspective. On my last day in the park, it was cloudy. The clouds and the filtered light accentuated the contrast between the hills and the sky as well as the trees. Infrared made the contrast even greater. I was thankful that I stayed an additional day in the park.
The exposed hills of the Badlands paint a picture of changing time. Each line on the hills represent a period of time where things were changing on our planet. It is hard to fathom that this area was once a giant sea bed that covered the central part of our continent. Layers upon layers of sediment illustrate the layers of time as our current central landmass was slowly building up. As the sea receded, the atmospheric winds and rains eroded the hills creating crevices and valleys that now host emerging plant life. What is next in the continuing evolution of our planet?
It has been a long time, almost two years, since I have gone on a creative photography excursion. My focus has been on recording the changes in our Heatherwood garden as it gradually matures. It is time for me to get out to some unknown location, explore, and exercise my photographic vision.
Looking back at unprocessed images of my trip to the Badlands National Park a couple of years ago, I found a few gems that have stimulated me to get out and explore. We have so many places in our country that are awe-striking like this one in the Badlands. Some are far away. Others are on our doorstep. Our opportunity and challenge is to open our eyes and minds, then explore.
I always have been drawn to the work impressionistic painters. When viewing their work I tend to walk away with a deeper feeling than I do with other forms of painting. As I photograph, many times I will focus on a scene and think this spot would be a great spot to set up an easel if I were a painter. I squint and try to envision how an impressionistic painter would attempt to create their art piece. Today, I decided to play with one of my images and try to create an impressionistic feeling.
The sky is pure blue without a cloud. The eastern Washington summer is in full force. It has been very warm with the temperatures in the 90’s. The summer perennials are out in their full glory.
On a day like this, the garden opens up its full beauty. It provides a beautiful foreground to the surrounding hills as well as focused vignettes like the one above. Strolling around the garden brings me peace. I become absorbed in the environment surrounding me. I first take in the panoramic view of the garden and hills rising above. I get a feeling of perspective. After a bit of walking, little things pop up before me as small vignettes appear. I stop, observe, move around, and sometimes take a photo or two. Many times I move in and just touch the leaves, needles, or bark. Each plant has its own feeling. Some are soft and fuzzy, some have sharp points and are prickly, others are smooth, others are rough, and some even smell really good. The confusion of the world around me disappears. The clarity of nature’s beauty takes over. I am at peace.