My family went on a lot of camping trips when I was growing up. There were state parks in Indiana that became some of our favorite places, often with hills and trees just like this place in Hocking Hills in Ohio.
In the early morning light, accompanied by friends, I explored the sights and sounds, even the fragrance of the deep woods, and was transported back to beautiful memories. I think those campouts had a far greater impact on my life than I ever realized.
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This tree grows among rock and sand under the shelter of Ash Cave.
My favorite image from last weekend…
My friend, Becky, is the photographer. Her camera pointed toward the tree
shown in the first photo here. The colors in the foliage have an oil painting kind of look to me.
The immense size of that cliff of rock,
how over time it is eroding and creating the sandy beach-like area where we stood,
and the overwhelming beauty of it all….
Sometimes there are just no words.
This is Rock House at Hocking Hills.
The colors and textures of the stone are incredible.
Looking out and beyond the cliffs gives this awesome view of the trees.
Taking photos inside a cave or a house made of rock was a first for me. I used my tripod since it was pretty dark and I knew the exposures would be long and wanting to avoid camera shake. For these shots I used the 18-55mm lens that came with my camera. This allowed me to zoom out for a wider angle when needed. I did a lot of post processing with Lightroom so that the dark walls wouldn’t be quite so dark, nor would the trees in this last image be so bright. Overall, I’m pleased with the results.
I think it’s time for more tea….
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Last weekend when my friends and I were at Hocking Hills State Park the weather was a bit rainy and the skies overcast most of the time. Sunday morning brought some fog and the hope for sunshine. We didn’t care about the cold autumn air because we were enjoying the early morning light. For quite a while no one else was around. There was just the sound of a few birds, the trickling of water falling off a cliff, the earthy smell of the woods. To me it was heavenly.
three of us had lots of
time to talk, laugh, or just share in the silent reverie, enjoying the
amazing creation all around us. Our conversations often came back to
how much we are learning from each other, how sharing this hobby with
friends makes a bigger difference than anything else we have tried. This sharing involves getting together and going out to take photos, with no concern about camera type, or how many contests you’ve entered, or even the number of images you take at each event. No, this sharing is all about helping each other learn.
When I’m out traveling I often look at everything around me and think of how I would take a photo of this or that. I was guilty of some of that on this trip, too. It’s so easy to fall into that habit, to just pick up the camera and shoot way too many images.
Guilty? Too many images? Yes. Because sometimes it is more important to view this world without camera in hand, to let the awesome power of nature stir your soul, to listen to what the images have to tell you about yourself. There are times when the camera needs to be left alone.
As we headed for the car to start our journey back to home – and reality – the sun had finally come up over the hills, touching the trees and bathing us in warmth and light. I had not bothered to see how many photos I had taken, nor did I care…but I knew I could not pass these trees near the parking lot without getting another photo.
I noticed that my friends did the same.