The humming and buzzing of pollinators has fled from our garden, leaving the dry rustling notes of August behind. Bee balm was the last flower for the butterflies and bumble bees and hummingbirds, and now it’s letting its hair down, another cycle complete, the chaos of its form still inviting. From everyone who visited it, including this photographer, our kindest regards.
Silent gratitude isn’t very much to anyone. —Gertrude Stein
On a visit to Alaska in 2013, I had one chance to see Denali, and was not disappointed. It dominates its landscape much as an ocean overpowers a beach.
I processed the image using a combination of programs, mostly ON1 Photo 10; removing some of the sharpness that is revered by many, I opted for an overall worn look, realizing as I finished that the effect is similar to the scratches and smudges on transparencies that were returned to me from a stock agency, many years ago. So in that respect, this image is definitely filmlike.
All right everyone, line up alphabetically according to your height. —Casey Stengel
Evening light caresses Nevada’s Valley of Fire State Park.
The subtlety of nature is greater many times over than the subtlety of the senses and understanding. —Francis Bacon
A gravel road stretching toward bad weather in northeastern Oregon’s wheat county, after scanning in SilverFast 8 and a pass with Topaz Labs’ Simplicity, using the Watercolor settings.
Every season offers special delights, none more so than Autumn.
My favorite color is October. —unknown
October is a hallelujah! —John Nichols
Rainbows are illusions in Nature’s mirror.
History is a concept, often assisted by gravity.
There are many things that can only be weighed by a heart or mind.
Each breath, each heartbeat, each sunrise, extraordinary.
I could have chosen any of my favorite locations in Oregon as my happy place, or a footpath in England, or the wondrous rock landscapes of the American Southwest, or…
But I selected these pictures from Yellowstone, which is the oldest of these many places I’m fortunate to have, and also the dearest, as it was the first long trip I made with my wife (she’d also claim it as a happy place). It’s a landscape like no other, where nature and imagination create memories and images side-by-side.
Of course, given only one place, that would be home, where everything begins.
What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner. —Colette