Earlier today I tried to write about my observation walk (an assignment for the Find Your Eye Photography Course – and we had to do it WITHOUT taking the camera along), and make it all fancy shmancy…but now that it’s been a few hours and I looked at my notes, I have chosen to just share my notes with you. Here is what I wrote when I came back from walking with Mark around our neighborhood.
—Frost, creating delicate edges on the leaves
—Steam rising from a chimney or vent on a roof top, looking ethereal against the morning sun light
—-A seed pod of a flower, coated with frost, and back lit by the sun, giving it an outline of pure light
— It was so peaceful. Quiet because there was almost no traffic. A Saturday morning when kids can sleep in, or watch cartoons maybe, but it was quiet.
— I noticed moisture everywhere. The siding on an old house was damp and actually glistened in the sun, giving the house a surreal magical look.
—You could hardly hear our footsteps in the wet leaves, quite different from how dry leaves will crackle and rustle.
—We noticed a tree house in a back yard, with a bicycle attached to the side, and several old pairs of tennis shoes hanging in various places. I wondered if the children of that home have outgrown all of these things, if they have left them all behind as landmarks on their journey.
—I saw frost on roses by the sidewalk. The flower smelled just as wonderful.
—There were red berries on so many evergreen shrubs, creating a wonderful contrast in colors.
—A gate on a fence was standing open, as if to say “Come on in…” And within the fence was a child’s riding toy setting there ready to go.
—We passed a woman sitting in her screened porch, surrounded by Halloween decor, having her morning cigarette. I think we surprised her, walking by so early in the day.
—There are so many huge, majestic oak trees here, with trunks that twist as they climb to the sky. How many decades have they existed? Were there fields surrounding them or woods before the houses came?
—A plastic Santa, about 24 inches tall, was sitting on the edge of a sidewalk. Nearby was a plastic sword… indicating some fun child’s play.
—Moisture. I could see my breath. Remember when you thought that was cool when you were a kid?
—Nature taking over in places. Snapdragons blooming in a rock covered parking space; clumps of grass growing in the side of a tree stump; weeds and grass growing in the sidewalk cracks; trees that have been ruthlessly cut to allow for the power lines – but thriving nonetheless.
When we returned I knew that what I wanted to capture was a leaf with frost on it… just like so many of us have done before. But it had been just long enough that the frost was now drops of water. Still, the color of the leaf, enhanced by the moisture, just needed to be shared.
What an amazing walk…