Posts tagged ‘Florida’

January 30, 2016

The abyss of a new dark age

What lies ahead
The abyss of a new dark age
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December 26, 2015

Three-quarters blank

Into broad, sunlit uplands
Three-quarters blank
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December 12, 2015

Off the deep end

Downward from the parent cloud
A man with too much choice
New outfit every time
Script the same 10 days on
Reconstruct the narrative
Spin like a top
Color the border
This fence against us
Hope on the horizon of another setting sun
Off the deep end
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October 30, 2015

Day drinker

Day drinker
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October 25, 2015

Rarer still

Rarer still
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October 19, 2015

I learned about flowers at the end
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April 11, 2013

Keeping it serene for the Ervins

Ervin has a pretty cool place for the family to visit, if you ignore the strip mall behind me and the trailer park to the left of frame. I mean, I had to spend most of my time figuring out how to avoid the catastrophe around this gorgeous graveyard in order to capture the feeling it emitted in a very confined space. The postage-stamp sized grounds (if you can call them grounds – they’re so small!) completely blocked out the nonsense just outside these amazing trees. If only a camera did that for the photographer. Nah, that’s the fun of it.
Keeping it serene for the Ervins
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March 31, 2013

Thick moss, Deep South

I saw somebody write on Google+ recently that earning followers in various social media is a hollow venture. I guess I can appreciate the concern. I’ve kind of wondered what’s good or bad or even the point on the matter, but as I’ve crept up over 200 here and 300 there it’s kind of got me wondering about all of that again. I’m very grateful that people want to follow my blog, but I’ll endlessly wonder to what end? I hope everyone that does takes something from it even if it isn’t much. As I whittle away toward 300 blog posts without a day off I still have no way of knowing whether progress is being made on my end, though I do enjoy posting photos on a daily basis. Over on the right (in the sidebar column) are different ways to follow the blog via Twitter and Facebook if you don’t want emails clogging up your inbox.

Spanish moss can be kind of dingy and even scary looking in certain settings – especially at night! I like it very much. It creates atmosphere, and here, over this graveyard I was walking around, it really made for an interesting overhead. In parts of Florida and Louisiana swamp country it gets so thick that it can help block out the sun over bayous and in forests to make for a mysterious aura. You have to like that when there are 200-year-old tombs scattered about. I left the headstones out of this shot. The patterns of the moss between the branches was enough for me.
Thick moss, Deep South
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March 30, 2013

Marks on a wall

If you look closely at this wall you begin to see etchings of names and dates – some going back as far as 1880. This wall inside of an old fort in northern Florida is part of a jail cell that probably housed multiple prisoners simultaneously. I didn’t have a wide-enough lens to get further back on this wall, and I didn’t want to, either. It needs to be tight or claustrophobic. Though the room isn’t the smallest cell you’ve ever seen, sharing the quarters with a bunch of men must have made it feel uncomfortably cramped.

I don’t think I would have left my mark on the wall. Who would want to be remembered for being stuck in a cell? Then I began to wonder if these people actually existed at all; what’s stopping a person from carving the wall up just for tourists to gawk over? I mean, someone might take a photograph and post it on a blog.
Marks on a wall
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March 24, 2013

Just before exiting the beach

This is the second time this exact scene has made it on the blog, but it’s straight this time. Here’s the original photograph I posted in late August, one I took moments after today’s post. I had climbed up onto the boardwalk where the light was coming off the top of the rails and processed the photo with that reflected light very much in mind. It was funny, however, stumbling on this new version of that photo. This one carries such a different look, and I think it’s because I’m further away where the darkened sand mutes the light and color. It’s interesting how differently I processed them; I didn’t look at the previous photo until after finishing this one.
Just before exiting the beach
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