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The first thing I noticed was the richness and variety of color in this small leaf, about palm-sized. It was under a canopy of much larger caladium leaves in my deck container garden, and I started thinking of how to photograph it.

It wasn’t until later that I saw the circle of life piece, where the lifespan of this leaf is visible, from top to bottom, in one moment.

But, before that….

I understood I needed a light tent to get soft, even, diffused light, and to remove any distracting ground. I tried to remember what white, translucent material I had that would work, and then what to use for a stable frame to hold the fabric over, under, and around the leaf.

Then I thought, wouldn’t it be nice to have something like that setup all the time, in a little corner of the office, so I could quickly pick up any small object and shoot it immediately.

Well, in that case, I should build something perfect, and with some flexibility. Just before pulling out my drafting board to start designing some working plans, I remembered the little leaf. It would not wait for my design/construction scheme.

I don’t know where it came from, but “mixing bowl” popped into my head, and I got the biggest one we had in the kitchen. Leaf in bowl, bowl in some open shade, I got the soft light, and the simple ground.

As I was finishing I remembered: Edward Weston, from my personal Photography Pantheon, made his famous “Pepper #30” photograph by placing the pepper in a large tin funnel, laying on its side. Great minds, or, more likely, he planted a seed.

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“They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder, “Little House in the Big Woods” (It works better if you can hear that in a young Melissa Gilbert’s voice.)

And yet it was such a long time ago, chronologically, emotionally, psychologically, philosophically.

Hunter Teen Town was, as implied, a teen club for military dependents at Hunter Air Force Base, before it was an Army base. Visitations by “civilians” like my sister Kitty and me were normally limited, but they never said anything about us being regulars almost every weekend. Because of my involvement in Civil Air Patrol I was friends with many of the dependents, and several of the older guys wanted to date Kitty.

I even achieved the status of being allowed in the DJ booth to keep the music going on the dance floor on normal weekends, but for holiday dances, there was a live band, although it seems like it was always “The Fabulous Sphinx.”

As I remember it there were two other rooms–a TV room, and a game (pool table) room.

Mrs. “Mama” Hoover, the military spouse who took on the responsibility for managing this hormone-laden multitude was beloved, in spite of always knowing instantly when someone turned off the lights in the TV room.

What does a teenager know about time? We never thought it would end, but the Air Force base closed and the dependents scattered to new cities, college, military service, jobs, careers.

“Those were the days, my friend
We thought they’d never end
We’d sing and dance forever and a day
We’d live the life we choose
We’d fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way…” Mary Hopkin “Those Were The Days”

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What makes a place “exotic?” My proposition is that “exotic” is simply the opposite of “familiar” or easily accessible.

Recently a friend posted some comments (thank you Bill Ryan for this idea) about how some of his photography teachers had pushed the idea of photographing one’s own local landscape, but he noticed they all lived next to places like Yellowstone or the Grand Canyon. He had come around to agreeing about shooting locally, though.

It’s the place you can keep going back to on a regular basis. That does so much to better your odds of catching the right light, the right moment, the unusual moment. Your understanding of the place can be so much more intimate.

So, if I said I made this photograph while we were hacking our way downriver on a tributary of the Congo, you might be intrigued. With a little imagination you might see crocodiles in the shadows of the bank, or hear Tarzan in the distance.

But if I say I’m standing on a well-maintained trail in a state park about ten miles from my front door, it’s no longer exotic, even though nothing in the photograph has changed.

To make “photographing locally” work, you have to suspend the way you see everything through familiar memories, you have to quite seeing the names or “labels” we have assigned to everything, and you have to start looking at just what is there in front of (or behind) you–lines, shapes, textures, tones, colors.

And it helps if you can imagine the crocodiles.

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“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,….”

Of all the American anthems–“Star-Spangled Banner,” “God Bless America,” etc.–my favorite is “America the Beautiful,” especially the second verse (especially with Ray Charles singing it):

O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!

Happy Birthday to the USA, with gratitude for the Founders who gave us an audacious idea, and the millions since who have risked their lives, fortunes, and sacred honor believing, supporting, and serving that idea, in countless ways.

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You have to appreciate someone so comfortable in their work that they can publicly toy with the thin line between clever and corny.

Like last week’s post, this photo was from playing with early digital capture during some free time in the Cascades. My “experimenting” time had been cut short by catching a bug on the way to Seattle, and spending the first couple of days sick in my cheap rural motel room, pleading with the restaurant next door to bring me a meal. (They did.)

Once I was up and out of my room, discovering someone offering levity was a tonic, even with the moody weather.

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I could give several reasons why I think this is a nice photograph, but it’s enough to just say, “I like it.”

There is a softness to it that, I think, helps generalize the scene from a specific place to something more than….

I’m not saying I had that sort of insight/ambition in making the photograph, in January of 1999. We had bigger things to worry about back then, with the countdown to Y2K Armageddon running.

This was just me playing with one of the new point-and-shoot digital cameras (the Nikon CP-900) during some free time in the Cascades, trying to get a feel for this budding technology, and the tools for using it. Compared to the high resolution sensors today, with the detail they capture, the early sensors were pretty poor quality. The thing I like most in this photograph is the limitation I probably bemoaned at the time. Go figure.

The thing that was immediately evident was the attraction of/addiction to seeing one’s photographs immediately; of knowing right then if you got what you wanted, or could re-shoot. And to be able to share widely, easily. Remember: we are the generation that was thrilled to pay a premium to get our pictures processed in one hour. What’s not to love about instant gratification?

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Layne Kennedy, an excellent photographer, is a friend and former colleague from teaching the Mentor Trek workshops for “Popular Photography.” He recently posted a photo of an almost contemporary modern ruin from a Russian mining town that was abandoned, leaving everyday articles laying around, and it reminded me of Elkmont, TN.

Elkmont, now inside the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, started as a logging community, and later became an elite level resort. When the Park was created current owners were allowed to keep their property, but by 1992 that changed, and the area was emptied of residents and businesses. Originally all the structures were to be demolished, but with some on the National Historic Register, there was an agreement in 2009 to restore some of them. I haven’t been back since 2008, so I don’t know what the status of any of that is now.

It’s fascinating to see places like this, or Layne’s village where it feels like everyone got up one morning and just left, and interesting to see what was left behind, discarded. I found a similar personal situation a few years ago when I sought out an old dwelling in the countryside west of Savannah, where my father’s family had large reunions when I was a kid.

To see that post, go to https://savannahphotographicworkshop.com/2022/11/claxton-ga-2020/

To see the gallery of photographs from the Old Home Place, click the link at the end of that post, or this https://www.billdurrence.com/gallery/The-Old-Home-Place-2020/G00001ZvD4inIsYE/

Knowing the intense heat and humidity coming over the next 2-3 months, my thoughts turned to cooler times.

When I was at the University of Georgia (GO Dawgs!) Athens seldom got even a hint of snow, but there was one time when it covered the ground (mostly) and lasted through a good part of the day. Such an unusual event put an end to classes for that day while everyone played.

The rareness meant no one had a sled, but innovation was rampant–from large cardboard flats, to cafeteria trays, to tubs, to whatever inane thing the guy in the top left photo is trying to do.

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Barbara and I recently finished another self-guided bicycle tour, this time through a portion of the Loire Valley. Our goal was to see some countryside, see (and stay at) some fabulous chateaux, eat well, and drink some wine. Mission accomplished, but with a secondary, unexpected, thread–a Tomb Tour of sorts.

Starting in Amboise, we found the Chateau du Clos Luce’, where Leonardo da Vinci spent the last three years of his life, working and running a school, under the patronage of King Francis I. He died there and is buried nearby in a chapel at the Amboise Chateau Royal. (Top two photos)

In Saint Patrice we stayed at the Chateau de Rochecotte (just..wow!) where the area just outside our suite’s patio door was next to this Chapel memorializing Prince Talleyrand. (Middle left photo)

At the last stop on our ride we stayed at the Abbaye Royale de Fontevraud, discovering in the chapel there the tombs of Eleanor of Aquitaine, Henry II, and Richard I (the Lionheart).

Have you ever realized you know of something, but don’t really know anything about it? That was my take on Eleanor, so I looked her up. Pretty impressive lady. She inherited Aquitaine, the largest and richest section of France (bigger and richer than the territory controlled by the King), and became the Duchess at 15. She married Louis VII in 1137, and became Queen of France for 15 years.

Having no male heirs they got an annulment in 1152 and she hooked up with Henry, Duke of Normandy, marrying him later that year, and in 1154 he became King of England, and she, Queen. Two of their sons, Richard the Lionheart, and John, eventually became Kings of England.

Before that, when two of their sons, including Richard, revolted against their father the King, she supported them, and was imprisoned by her husband for 16 years.

But, she had the last word, living to the age of 80, outlasting them all. She had Henry II (husband, with her in bottom left photo) and Richard 1 (son, bottom right photo) buried at her place in Fontevraud Abbey.

One of the things I enjoy about travel is seeing/doing things I’ve been interested in, and planned as part the trip. Often, even more pleasure comes from the unexpected encounters with people, history, landscapes that teach me something I was not anticipating. Like Magellan, Columbus, or Lewis and Clark, I travel to see what I might discover, even though it may be something everyone else already knows.

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Bicycling on washboard rutted gravel paths is……uncomfortable.

Stone pavers?

Worst. Bike. Path. Idea. Ever.

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