In memory of those who died.
Sometimes the often overlooked, humblest of subjects make fine images.
I don’t usually take portraits of mushrooms but, this one was too good to miss.
We were in Maine on Memorial Day and I went to the Rockport cemetery to take some photographs as a remembrance of the trip. It was foggy that morning and after a lot of attempts at pictures of headstones and trees in the fog, I settled on this one which hardly has any gravesites in it but is a rather haunting of reminder of the fate that awaits us all.
There’s a lovely little spot in Rockport, Maine called Beauchamp Point. I took this image from its edge with a long (400mm) lens looking almost due east. The little foot bridge and the foggy island just offshore I think gives this place an oriental feel, especially when finished off in very contrasty black and white.
This is the Megunticook River in Maine as it empties into Camden Harbor. The harsh Maine light helped the colors a lot. So did the high water level of the river as it splashed high over the rocks.
I find myself lately very discouraged about our country’s current leader’s ability to look at people and world events clearly. Everything he does seems to be filtered through his own highly damaged ego.
This fear brought this older photograph to mind. The picture is of a window in an old abandoned house down the road from where we used to live in Maine. It stands up fine on its own but I now find it symbolic of my current concern for our country.