I’m really digging this process of digging through my archives to find old shots and play with them again. Things that didn’t work for me before call out to me now. I see subtle things I missed then, or stories I want to share again now. Things I couldn’t quite register are now so clear. In the moment you see something interesting and shoot. Years later you go back and ask why. Why did this moment speak to me?
This is a classic Vietnam Memorial reflection shot. Each name marking a loss. The reflection is a member of the Army, dressed in old cavalry style with the slouch hat and riding boots. You can just catch the yellow marking cavalry as the branch of service. What did I see then? Pretty colors, contrast, visual appeal.
Now? History. One generation honoring warriors of a war nobody wanted, but also reaching out to other lost and forgotten battles. The raging battles to clear Native Americans from land we wanted, a malaria filled jungle in Cuba, and muddy trenches in Germany. In every era, men and women answer a call to serve. They are not forgotten.
I love Christmas. I love the bling. Multi colored, clashing tones, the more the better. I tend to seek out the Christmas stores when I travel. This window display in Basel caught my eye. Mom just shook her head when I made a beeline for it. I was sick and cranky with a sinus infection, but this window made me smile.
It’s early for Christmas crap to go up. I don’t start decorating until after Thanksgiving. But tonight while hunting for post ideas, this shot made me smile.
On a Friday I can’t ask for more.
I fell off with this particular project. I was up early this morning and decided it was a good day to go check out the track. I missed the spectacular “sailor warning” sky by about 5 minutes.
For centuries, “red sky at night, sailors delight; red sky in morning, sailors warning”, has been a catchy, non scientific was to talk about weather. Turns out there’s some truth to it. Red sunrises reflect light off the water and dust in the atmosphere. (Allaby, Weather Lore c2002)
Shortly after I fired off this shot, the rain rolled in.