As a child, I often went on walks with my Dad. As an adult, that ritual continued every time I went home for a visit. “Let’s go for a walk and see what’s out there,” Dad would say. From him I learned to look and listen with intent. He taught me to hear and see things I didn’t realize even existed. One day it might be the fiddlehead of a fern, just beginning to curl from the soil in the warmth of late spring. Another day, it would be a bird calling from high in the backyard tree. Every walk was a new adventure, filled with wonder at the beauty that existed all around – beauty I would not have noticed without the wisdom and guidance from my Dad.
Photography became a hobby when Mom and Dad gave me my first SLR camera for college graduation. “You are not going to take that new job overseas without a good camera!” said my Eastman Kodak-employed father. And so, my explorations of the larger outdoors have continued throughout my journey into adulthood. Photography has been my therapy after stressful days at work. It has become a voice as I seek see to show the exquisite beauty of the world around us – a beauty that literally begins within inches of the front door!
Now, as I stand on the threshold of retirement from years of being a music educator, I am finally working towards establishing the long-held dream of being a professional photographer. “Scene Along the Way” seems to describe quite well the approach I take. The camera often accompanies me as I leave the house. I wander around the yard, or drive through the countryside, alert to see “what is out there.” I know that once the camera is settled on the tripod, patience will soon be rewarded with something fascinating. I am almost never disappointed!
Eden, North Carolina
A wise photographer once said,
"Set up your tripod,
and wait for the wild life to come to you."
A lone yellow flower,
brilliant against the darkening woods,
beckoned me one evening.
And so, I watched in awe
as they came to feed
in the evening gloom...
Who knew that an ordinary house fly is actually
The camera did!
A tiny leafhopper decorated the petal, its stripes invisible to all but the camera lens.
Patience paid off in spades...
no, in stripes!