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~ Logan Pearsall Smith ~ (18 October 1865 – 2 March 1946) was an American-born essayist and critic who became a British subject in 1913. Harvard and Oxford educated, he was known for his aphorisms and epigrams, and was an expert on 17th-century divines. His "Words and Idioms" made him an authority on correct English language usage. He wrote his autobiography, Unforgotten Years, for which he may be best remembered.


The first blooms on our new red Amaryllis plant ~


Amaryllis ~




Amaryllis is a small genus of flowering bulbs, with two species. The better known of the two, Amaryllis belladonna, is a native of the Western Cape region of South Africa, particularly the rocky southwest area between the Olifants River Valley to Knysna. For many years there was confusion amongst botanists over the generic names Amaryllis and Hippeastrum, one result of which is that the common name "amaryllis" is mainly used for cultivars of the genus Hippeastrum, widely sold in the winter months for their ability to bloom indoors. Plants of the genus Amaryllis are known as belladonna lily, Jersey lily, naked lady, amarillo, Easter lily in Southern Australia or, in South Africa, March lily due to its propensity to flower around March. This is one of numerous genera with the common name "lily" due to their flower shape and growth habit. However, they are only distantly related to the true lily, Lilium.


9" x 12"

Arches 140#CP


The start of a day with the bright rise of the sun is a view that seems to bless the hours ahead. There's a joyful hopefulness in such light -- and for me, a lifting of the spirit as though in prayer. The photographs by my friend, Maurizio - have that quality. To me, each capture of such a sunrise brings such a feeling of optimism - so much so that I am captivated and enthralled by his work.


Maurizio graciously allowed me to use one of his photos to use as a reference for this painting - and I thank YOU, Maurizio!! (


For my interpretation, I gave the scene a 'later-in-the-morning' light and there's more pinkness in the painting than in the scan.


I also fell in love with the light on the water and the marsh. It so reminded me of Charleston and all the mornings I spent there as I raised my children .... the gentle lapping of the water against the lowlands, the soft soughing of the wind through the grasses, the promise of the sunrise for a warm, bright day ahead.


Thank you, Maurizio - for your brilliant photography and the inspiration and memory it invokes.


Have a bright, sunny, wonderful day!

1/4 Sheet

Arches 140#CP


I woke this morning to record temperatures – already we are in the high 60s reaching easily into the 70sF and tomorrow – perhaps 80F! CRAZY! The Bradford pears are in bloom, and behind them, the dogwood buds are so swollen that it will be a matter of days before they too join the parade of springtime that began six weeks too early. In our part of the US, the groundhog could not have been more wrong.


But it’s not just the blossoms that are gracing our landscapes these days. The remnants of fall berries are also persisting ….


My friend Jerri captured some of these berries in her awesome photo ( I just fell in love with this image, and Jerri graciously allowed me to use her photo as a painting reference. THANK YOU so much, Jerri for permission to use your incredible capture!!!


I was inspired to give these berries a loose, airy feel – a nod to the winds we’ve been having – and a bit of light for the season. It still makes me shake my head that this Sunday we begin Daylight Savings Time and spring our clocks forward an hour …


Again, thank you Jerri for the inspiration – stop by to see some of her truly incredible work!


Have a great Friday!


10" x 13"

Arches 140#CP


Though the blossoms and chartreuse greens in the landscape say 'spring' -- our sudden plunge into into freezing temperatures suggest that we're back to fall ...! With a sweatshirt back on and a chill in the air, I was inspired by Sharon's wonderful capture of a fall river walk and she graciously permitted me to use her photo as a reference for this painting!




I love Sharon's work -- from flowers to landscapes - each image is so beautiful and inspirating!!! Take a look yourself!


I spent the last few days preparing for the plant sale, repotting plants, cleaning bits of the greenhouse, making signs, and all the minute details that go into a 'sale-a-bration' fundraiser. I'll be as busy next week as well - so my computer time has been shortened indeed.


Today our volunteers return and despite the last few cool days, our kale, chard, lettuce are ready for harvest for the hungry. We'll also work a bit outdoors to tidy up the grounds -- so again, a busy day.


Hope your day is great ... Stay warm ....!

I recently got the chance to spend almost a week in a white out in the Palouse. I have tried several times to achieve this but for many different reasons it never materialized. Finally I got my big break and I could not have asked for better conditions. Lots and lots of snow and finally got some sun on the last two days. Thanks to Ryan McGinty for graciously showing me some of his favorite spots as he knows more then anyone I know when it comes to the Palouse.


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I appreciate all the feedback and comments !!!!


Here are some more of the images from this recent trip

Winter Palouse Images - Lonnie Liston Smith


(Looks kinda' good on black)


Yeah, it's Thanksgiving 2012. These holidays come up on us so quickly and then - it seems - last but a minute. And, at this age, I'm no longer concerned with buying and buying, shopping and shopping, acquiring and having - as I've pretty much everything I need to live comfortably. So, now it's the spirit of these seasonal days of observance I feel more than I did for all those years of measuring life by my "ooo-gotta'-have it..." collection of things acquired and possessed.


I am 62 - will be 63 come December 4. It is said, over and over again, as though repeating it will make it so, that age is just a number. No. No, I'm afraid that is not true. Age - days, weeks, years lived and accumulated - has its sweet and sour realities; not imagined, nor dismissed, but real.


63 is a number I could not have imagined nor understood at age 10, 20, 30 or even 49. It was....some distant solar system of existence, in a galaxy far, far and many light years away.


But, I am here. Wow! (Many are not.) I made it. Wow! (Many did not.) And as one of my heroes, James Brown exclaimed in that gravelly, primal, soulful yell of his that I can still imitate, "I FEEL GOOD!" (And I can still move my feet like James too.)


No, this "Pappa don't have a Brand New Bag," but I don't need one. The one I have is all broken in - it's comfy, and workin', and still lookin' pretty good. I ain't lookin' to trade it in, swap it out, or update it with cosmetically stitched-up coverings and bindings. It's the upholstery I came with, I'm thinking, and I guess I'll ride out with it too.


Bad days, bad moments, bad times? Like, duh, yeah, sure. But not that many all in all, and not that often. And, you've just gotta' accept that they come with the package called "being alive."


Yeah, I've managed to stay on my "Good Foot" - cross whatever you like, knock on whatever you like, say a prayer to whomever you worship. I've learned to graciously accept all blessings - in all of their guises - and refuse none.


I was asked: "Why do you not feature joyous thoughts with joyous (bright, colorful, high-key, lively) images? Why the darkness?"


I guess it is because I don't see the darker times of day, or night, as connected to emotional darkness. Those times of day are the other side of one coin (life) and any time of day can hold ghastly horror and/or incredible joy and succor. I see as much exquisite beauty in the coming of dark as I do in celebrating the coming of the dawn.


And, for that and all of the joys, wisdom, experiences, insights, understandings, knowledge, patience, appreciation, loves, friendships - and so much more - that comes with being alive and simply getting up in pretty-damned good health ("all-in-all," and "all-things-considered") in the morning....


I am so deeply, deeply, deeply thankful.




Can you dig that?


Yeah...I know some of you can. LOL


The beach and the tip of the nature area, South Shore Cultural Center, Chicago. No bird brushes here. They were there. :-)


Textures by Flypaper Textures - - Summer Painterly group,

"Balthamos Blue and Evening Veil"

10 1/4" x 14" Watercolor

Arches 140#CP


Fall seems to be taking its sweet time turning our trees anything more than yellow. Here and there I find a full gold - in the sycamores and tulip trees - both of which are losing their leaves rather quickly.


I can only spot a dogwood or two and some winged sumacs that are red .. but nothing as exuberantly orange as the image posted by my friend, Tom, who graciously allowed me to use the inspiration of his photo to paint this fall view. Please see Tom's work here to enjoy even more glorious works! Thank you so much, Tom!!!


Our temps have risen again and the rain comes and goes -- nights and morning are chilly - and I suppose I am anxious to see more colors in the landscape. I am so enjoying the marvelous fall colors that my flickr friends are posting, and I thank Tom once again for sharing his fall with all of us.


Hope you have a great week!

A woman i know who lives about a half mile down the road graciously offered to let me come and photograph her poppies last sunday. They just stop you in your tracks as you come around the bend - they are so beautiful and there are so many .... these are a couple of the barns on her land and one of the very old oaks as well :)


*** Wow!! First Place! :)) Thank you so much Exposition Group and to everyone who voted for me in the weekly contest! I am honored, thank you! And many thanks to all of you for your kind and thoughtful comments :) It's clear to me that i'm not the only one who loves poppies :)) ***


LARGE View On Black


Prints, notecards and canvases available at Jacki on Imagekind

Tofukuji temple in kyoto has some of the best autumn leaves (koen) gardens in kansai region in second half of november

As I was strolling through the park ,I saw some maple leaves on the door of cemetery,.. It had a stark resemblance to the stages of life, It gave a subtle message to always have an exit in the most graceful manner..

As nature too tells us in many forms.. Sunset, autumn has the most amazing colors.

Doesnt it tell us!! Always depart graciously.. there will always be much more to it ....

Last Thursday I was biting my nails again trying to decide if I should postpone everything I should be working on to make another quick overnight trip up to Yosemite. After checking the weather and seeing that there was a 100% chance of rain and snow on Friday night, I sent a text to my friends in Mariposa, and they graciously told me to come on up.


I was about a week earlier than last year, so I was hoping to get much more color on the trees as I felt like I had missed much of the action last year. As I pulled into the valley on Friday afternoon, the leaves were indeed changing all along the valley floor. The maples along the river were bright yellow and the oaks and cottonwoods throughout the park were all about halfway there or more.


Even though I was there mostly for the color, I was immediately struck by the incredible contrast that was about to take place over night. The park was absolutely parched and I had never seen the Merced River that low. Yosemite Falls had been dry since June, but now Bridal Veil was also almost completely gone. If you stared long enough, you could barely see a little light mist at the very top. Over the next 24 hours, I had one of the most incredible experiences I've ever had in the park, which included a drive to Glacier Point on what may have been the last open day of the season, a short hike down the four mile trail as it began to hail, a thunderstorm, and the incredible Fall colors in the park as the storm broke up mid afternoon on Saturday. As the clouds lifted, the Falls weren't exactly gushing, but they were finally back in action.


As Saturday drew to a close, I found myself setting up for the sunset at the tunnel with what looked like every other photographer in the park. I shot for about 20 minutes when suddenly I began to notice that some very nice clouds were setting up behind me and I began to wonder what would happen if I actually walked away from what looked to be a guaranteed epic shot from the tunnel in favor of a view of those clouds lit up in the Western sky instead. As we only had about 30 minutes left until sunset, I thought I would try El Capitan Meadow as I could get there quickly and it also gave me the option to get back to the tunnel quickly if I changed my mind.


As I pulled around the corner, I immediately noticed the light on El Capitan and grabbed my two cameras and raced to the middle of the meadow, shooting as I went. I left the tripod in the car as I was in panic mode to get the shot, so this is a hand held bracketed shot taken with the Zenitar 16 mm fisheye.


I'm not sure what kind of a view I left back at the tunnel, but it was good for met to get away from my two go-to locations for sunsets, which have traditionally been the tunnel and the Valley View location just before the Pohono Bridge. I took PLENTY of shots from my standard locations throughout the day (Tunnel, 3 brothers, Half Dome from the Merced River bend, Cook's Meadow, etc) but I intentionally tried to find new spots and new angles on this trip, and I'll be sharing more of those in the weeks to come. All in all, it was WELL worth the 12 hour round trip to experience the first storm of the Winter Season in the park. I think I may need to make this a tradition.


William McIntosh Photography


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les brumes and skeletal mess graciously provided the following textures:

check out their streams for additional textures and gorgeous images.

I have often thought that hot air balloons would be a great subject to shoot, especially the images I have seen where the balloons are set against a vivid blue sky.


While scanning the horizon as several balloons became airborne, my attention was momentarily drawn to this particular balloon. As I walked over and set up in anticipation of lift off, I asked if I could quickly step inside and snap a handheld shot while the balloon was being inflated. I was graciously allowed to take one shot.


Mamiya 6

Fujichrome Velvia

ISO 50

Green heron who posed graciously for his portrait. in Green Cay preserve Delray Fl .

texture thanks Angeliek

Once in the Navajo Nation's Monument Valley Park You are experiencing one of the most majestic - and most photographed - points on earth.


This great valley boasts sandstone masterpieces that tower at heights of 400 to 1,000 feet. framed by scenic clouds casting shadows that graciously roam the desert floor. The angle of the sun accents these graceful formations, providing scenery that is simply spellbinding.


For me the quality of light is everything in my photography. For Mill Bay Twilight my father in law graciously shuttled me to some locations on Vancouver Island. The plan was to hit the road at 4:00 a.m. to catch twilight at Mill Bay. I had seen these pilings the day before in mid afternoon light and immediately visualized what they could look like at dawn if the water was absolutely still. This was an incredible dawn, the silence broken by a seal exhaling as it swam amongst the pilings. I love the effect the long exposure has on the reflection.

Months ago a local hardware store was throwing out ALL the HUGE, expensive poinsettias. So I graciously volunteered to take "3" of the largest ones off their hands. :0) They're still blooming!! YAY!

This is the view from my sister's balcony in Huntsville,Ontario


With early autumn come the days

I love the best of all,

When the sunlight gilds the landscape with

The mellow light of Fall.

October’s trees don leaves of gold,

Bright red and amber too;

No treasure chest could boast

Jewels of so rare a hue.

The harvest has been gathered in,

Vineyards their riches yield;

In little, sheltered garden, one

Last rose may be reveled.

I love to see the roadside stands

That offer up their treats…

Pumpkins and juicy apples, grapes,

And cider, sharp and sweet.

With Autumn comes Thanksgiving,

That special time when we,

In church and home gather to join

With friends and family,

To thank God for the blessings He

So graciously bestows:

May we never take for granted

The freedoms that we know.


~Alice J. Christianson



Portrait by Frank Romero

the Traveler. Visit his stream, amazing work.

Portrait by Frank Romero


Recently Frank designed an incredible portrait of my avatar and my RL dog. Some of you probably saw it. When I saw it posted, it was like a knife to the chest. I asked Frank to take it down because I'm still going through a hard place. He graciously obliged me, even though he got tons of FAVs. I just wasn't ready to share him with the world. Frank is a good man, a good human being, he took it down with no complaint. Unfortunately, I had to put my boy down due to cancer. He's been gone awhile, but the pain is still with me, and I miss him, every day. Frank's work is outstanding, take a look at this stream. Thanks brother, for making me look so good! :)



I have a temporary workspace set up until the office is finished, so have been using the new Painter13 while the dust settles around me.


I was graciously lent this image, taken by Tom Wilkins, to paint. You can find his photography at


And the original image can be seen here:


Always nice to try my hand at a collaboration every now and then.

When gifts are given to me through my camera, I accept them graciously.


~Minor White


*playing in the archives, and tonemapping.


As summer ends and autumn comes

Days get shorter, misty and cold

And in this spectacular season

Nature's beauty graciously unfold


Trees get ready to slow down

And in autumn take some rest

And show amazing colors of love

That are all at their best


Green fades away quickly

And yellow and orange appear

To show off their vibrant hues

And warmup their surrounding dear


Sunlight and cool nights of autumn

Help leaves to turn orangish red

And combine all things smoothly

To add magic in season's lovely bed


And all this shedding and replacement

Of leaves continue throughout the year

And trees only shed leaves in autumn

To prepare for another winter dear


This is God's spectacular display

Of beautiful colors of the fall

During which many changes occur

Including yellow, orange and red of all.


***Inspired by the changing colors of autumn in Canada.

~Seema Chowdhury

I’ve been listening to the Scandanavian pianist Tord Gustavson. I like him…a lot. His isn’t music for all times of day (whose is?) but for night, rain, working on art, driving…it is sumptuous: clear, austere, romantic, captivating.


Whenever I have it on, people always ask…”Who is that?” ~ Being There, (although this may be from the CD “the Ground” and not “Changing Places.”) However, both CDs are worth having.


I was listening while cruising through various pools, making comments. I found this image by Nancy Violeta Velez. It knocked me out – a wonderfully, powerful image – superbly conceived and done. And it fit the music to me. I asked Ms. Nancy if I may use it. She most graciously consented. “Sun Flowers” -


For my set “CD Covers” where I make my own for music I download.


This past April at Cherry Creek State park, when the water levels were low, I was able to walk out further Than I can now. I saw this male Horned Grebe just coming into his breeding plumage. He was just paddling around and graciously allowed me to take a few shots.

I posted a front view of this dark-eyed adult on the light standard upon which I first spotted the bird. The Hawk then flew to this standard and graciously provided me a rear view. The third and final light perch before the bird flew off was a front view once again, making for a very pleasant outing. :)

This past April at Cherry Creek State park, when the water levels were low, I was able to walk out further Than I can now. I saw this male Horned Grebe just coming into his breeding plumage. He was just paddling around and graciously allowed me to take a few shots.

A week ago, Ethan (Gator504), a talented photographer with a great wit, put up this terrific image of a tornado. I asked if I could use his image to play around with, and he graciously sent it to me. I don't know if I did it justice, but it was fun trying.


Thanks, Ethan.


View On Black


The Gold King Mine and Ghost Town is a private attraction, owned by the bewhiskered Don Robertson, and is hard to describe. Yes, there is an abandoned mine. Yes, there are abandoned buildings but strewn throughout the property is fascinating "junk." Classic trucks, tools, machines and so much more.


During a down pour, Don stood with my daughter and I under a covered area. He told us about many of the vehicles he collected over the years, including a 1928 Essex Challenger Indy Car and a 1940's Harley Davidson, among many others. While we were talking I asked if I could take a few photos of him and so graciously agreed.


This is my second attempt to try converting an image to black and white and then apply textures.


Thank you Flickr Friends, I appreciate your visits, comments, invites and favs.


I used three textures created by Skeletalmess - Jerry Jones


After a tough day being a Super Hero, a little private time is needed away from the maddening crowds ...


"It's My Party" graciously allowed me to have a little fun with his stunning image photo:

Project 50 strangers: #4 of 50.


His name is John….no last named shared; none asked for. I can understand that. -


He is from Greenville, Mississippi, but that was a long time ago - he is Chicago now - although he goes home to visit from time to time. (He didn’t say whether that was done in the bright light of day, or under the cover of night – although I can understand tip-toeing home either way).


John plays a sax, an alto to be exact. He has a little cd player and a couple of Karaoke CD’s; the one’s with the melody, orchestration and arrangement, but no singer or lead instrument. You ask for style of song – jazz, blues, dance, latin – and he can probably accommodate you.


I bummed a couple of dollars off of Divebob8 and, of course, threw those in the hat as I asked him to “blow your horn, man,” and would he mind if I took some shots. He most graciously consented, and I sat with him as he “blew some serious stuff!”


You know, and I know, we always do our best when, as humans, we feel someone appreciates us, likes what we do, and shows us by cheering us on. Performers are really like that. Show them some love and they'll dance 'till they drop.


John was cookin’, I was getting images, and people stopped to watch and listen. A few even ponied up some cash and dropped some green in the hat.


Sometimes, we fear or are intimidated by the beggar, the homeless, the itinerant musician or performer; those brave souls pouring their hearts out on the street for our amusement or their own salvation. You know what I’m sayin’: most times we – in American cities - try to walk past such people without making eye contact, trying not to acknowledge their presence or existence (Where do you think you are Bob? In Paris?).


When someone else, (in this case me) stops to chat or pay attention to one such person, it seems that others stop and notice too. I guess it feels somehow “safer” when someone else shows that this street person won’t bite.


A side note: It seems women are more likely to drop a dollar or two into the hat than men are. I am not sure why that is. Wish it weren't so. It's just a dollar; you won't miss it.


John was into it, as was I. His face showed his passion (it ain't easy to smile with delight and blow a sax at the same time), his fingers flashed up and down the keys of his golden horn, his feet kept perfect time, the left tapping out bass lines, the right, rhythm. His licks had soul, depth, excitement and a wonderfully fluid tone.


"Why is he out here," I wonder; performing for a few dollars, for an audience that is probably more fearful of him and unappreciative of what he is doing than supportive?


We didn’t get into that - he was too busy making his music for me, himself, the Gods in Heaven, and anyone else in the world willing to listen. I’m just glad he was there that day. He helped to make mine a joyous one.


Note; the music here is not him. It is in the spirit of what and how he played.


Textures by skeletalmess: “night faux” and “parched lite” -


& Flypaper Textures: Fly Edge #29 -


Wild South Africa

Kruger National Park


The Kori Bustard is the largest flying bird native to Africa. Large males may exceed 18kg in weight. They walk graciously on strong three-toed legs, pecking for food as they go along. Most prefer to run or walk away from danger over flying but once they are air-born they are strong flyers.


The name bustard originates from the Latin "avis tarda" - slow bird.


Full frame

I would find my way to turning the nonsense of life into no-sense developing the ability to say no graciously. Nonsense is the ultimate freedom.

Happy Birthday roberto

decides after decades of being portrayed inanely as a weak and sychofontic mouse, she would use her iconic fame and take a more responsible position cleaning up the Mean Streets in her community.


"It's My Party" graciously allowed me to have a little fun with his stunning image photo:

"When gifts are given to me through my camera, I accept them graciously." ... Minor White

The lake is my beloved lake Genval !! And that afternoon we were strolling around there with my little Nicholas. Personally, I just love the light contrasts, the strong light and shadows in my captures… It creates a totally mystical ambiance…. And the lake Genval is totally enchanting, when it is graciously cuddled by a generous sunlight!

Explored! Thanks buds!#194


Thank you all so much for your prayers for Levi! You all amaze me! Not just for your talent but for your friendship and your willingness to pray for my family. God has graciously answered all the prayers for Levi as he is doing very well! He is still having some pain but that is normal. It is hard to keep a 3 year old boy down. Today is day 2 and he is to be kept "quiet" for 10 DAYS! I can't even imagine! lol


Again, thank you so very much! You are all so special to me!


This is a weeping cherry tree in my yard....Happy Spring everyone!

Near Ed Smith Stadium - A dapper gentleman I ran across graciously consented to be photographed.

Mill Shoals Falls

Mill Shoals Creek

Old Balsam Mill

Living Waters Ministry

North Carolina


5 Image HDR


Last week I had the opportunity to visit one of my favorite waterfalling areas Brevard, North Carolina. With over 200 waterfalls in the area as you would expect I was in heaven. Although a great time with some great friends, incuding Jeff Burcher, Jason Haley, Randy Sanger, and Todd Williams the trip was not without challenges, hard light for the first two days and steady rain for the next two made for a real photographic adventure.


This was my first time to The Living Waters Ministry which graciously allow visitors to view the falls on their property and what makes it even more awesome is there's more than just one. To the left of this shot is a falls and if you head downstream there are several more falls and cascades, truly a beautiful place and a photographers dream. I normally don't shoot in conditions like this but I since this was my only chance to shoot some of the falls I decided to give it a go and was very satisfied with the results using a circular polarizer and a 1.8 ND filter it did just enough to cut the hard light. In all we photographed nearly 30 falls and saw over 50.


When I saw this man, I stopped dead in my tracks. I approached this stranger with trembling knees and forced myself to ask for permission to take his portrait right then and there. He graciously agreed.

It was unexpectedly dry and mild today so Dash and I went for a walk or two and he graciously posed for a photo.

OZLAND Art Gallery


During the month of May 2014, see the exhibited works of Cate StoryMoon. Also check out the blog of Llola and Sven, the gracious curators, who graciously invited me to display some of my photographic meanderings:


Featured in this image is the utterly fantastic melting horse from Kalopsia

(n.) *Team


1. two or more draft animals that work together to pull something

2. a cooperative unit


Husky Team at Work, St-Alexis-des-Monts, Quebec, Canada. (Feb. 2004 Archives)



"When gifts are given to me through my camera, I accept them graciously."

-Minor White

This photo has been graciously provided to be used in the GRID-Arendal resources library by: Rob Barnes.

For Danny, a guy who's not afraid to experiment and try new things with his photography and who graciously shares his techniques. He's become a good friend here and I'm glad to have gotten to know him

This older couple walked out onto the dock at Cameron Lake just before the work crew began to take it apart for the winter as the lake freezes over. They graciously posed for me while I tried to capture a moment of their years together...

EXPLORE April 22, 2009

These posts in the water were just incredible, and then having the rock coming out for this long exposure was perfect. I drove close to 3hrs to shoot with Bob and Val and it was so worth the drive.


If you get a chance please check out both Bob and Val's Images, as they were the ones who so graciously took a stranger from the Toronto area out for the night.


This great valley boasts sandstone masterpieces that tower at heights of 400 to 1,000 feet. framed by scenic clouds casting shadows that graciously roam the desert floor. The angle of the sun accents these graceful formations, providing scenery that is simply spellbinding.

So I finally got to see it in person. For months I have been studying Flickr photos of Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks looking for potential photo locations in preparation for my recent trip. Pulling up to the Moulton Barn, the one place I wanted to photograph most of all, was almost surreal. Not unlike the first time I saw the Eiffel Tower or Cinderella's Castle at the Magic Kingdom. While I was taking this long exposure HDR of the barn, who walks up but Jeff Clow, a photographer whose work I admire very much. We had a lovely discussion about the barn and photographing the Tetons. Great to meet you Jeff!


Yesterday the barn celebrated its 100th anniversary, and the day before, I came back to see it one more time before leaving for home. They had a big banner up on the barn and there were some folks inside preparing for the festivities. I walked up and asked if I could peek inside and they graciously allowed me to come inside and snap a few photos...those will be up shortly as well!


Overall, a trip of a lifetime for sure. I'm planning a post about it soon over at my blog, Through the Glass.

This photo has been graciously provided to be used in the GRID-Arendal resources library by: Rob Barnes.


Óleo con espátula,sobre fibrofácil 35x30 cm

De foto autorizada gentilmente ,por el fotógrafo Juan Francisco Fernández.(Durazno.Uruguay).

Muchas gracias Juan.


Oil with a palette knife on fibrofácil 35x30 cm

From graciously authorized photo, by photographer Juan Francisco Fernández. (Durazno.Uruguay).

Thank you very much John

This is very close to the original shot. I had never shot with my 50mm prime at night before, but this night I gave it a shot with some decent results.


If you get a chance please check out both Bob and Val's Images, as they were the ones who so graciously took a stranger from the Toronto area out for the night.


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