Bee once said, "SGM, I think you have a photo of your car taken from every possible angle." True! Every day that I walked out of the front door, I was struck by the beauty that was the 2005 Mustang. Ford built it right, and Roush made it even better looking. I loved this car.
Every year, on 23 May, the day I call her birthday, I would drive her to a favorite spot for photos. Here she is at Ten, up on the Blue Ridge Parkway. Now that she is gone, I have lost another of my favorite models. My Bad.
I ran across this old workhorse while walking on a new neighborhood path. I didn't have my real camera. Luckily, the path and the truck were close enough to return that afternoon. I visited it often before the landowners closed the path down. Now, developers are building a bunch of housing in the area, so my Old Truck's days are probably numbered.
Astronomy became my hobby through my father; he gave his boys the Universe. I'm working on my astrophotography, but it's not there yet. I've been lucky a few times. I shot this with my D850, a 85mm lens, set at ISO 6400, f/5.6, 4 seconds, and WB 4000K.
I sat out in the prairie for three nights, preyed on by coyotes, hoping to see Comet Neowise. The next, while standing in my daughter's driveway, there it was.
My sister-in-law asked me to repair her telescope. Afterwards, I used mt Pixel 6 to take this shot with it.
Mushrooms are one of my Things. When I began looking for them, I realized that Mushrooms are everywhere. I don't attempt to classify them, but I can't walk by a good one without taking its photo. I shoot them with my camera set on "Vivid." It's like the Kodachrome of digital photography.
A "professional" photographer once said, “The biggest cliché in photography is sunrise and sunset." Well, she's an idiot. Sunrises and Sunsets are probably why photography was invented.
A cursory search of the internet for her images shows how little she knows and how uninteresting her stuff is. She teaches at a college . . . in California, of Course!
This sad person needs to go to the Keys. I can guarantee more people visit Mallory Square at Sunset in a week than will ever see her crap. I hope she is only teaching mechanics and not form.
I'm a Southern Railway kid. My dad was their Supervisor of Communications, so I was around trains a lot when I was growing up. Nothing relaxes me like the sound of a train whistle in the distance. There's a Sleep Sound for that.
Southerners are the only people in this nation who are not allowed their history.
The only Southern monument in Charlottesville is in the UVA Cemetery. Its days are probably numbered. Hell, they even removed the Lewis, Clark, Sacagawea monument. I spent the better part of a day photographing all of the monuments in the city before they were removed. I love this town, but it is home to some of the biggest bozos in the solar system.
Once, this Moses Ezekiel sculpture, depicting Jackson at Chancellorsville, stood in front of Old Barracks at VMI. Now he stands, relegated to guarding the toilets at New Market Battlefield. The Institute was not heard from THIS day.
I shot this in Savannah's Forsythe Park, with a Mamiya RZ-67, Ilford FP-4. Lest We Forget. Lest We Forget.
Who doesn't love a good lighthouse? I'm an East Coast Boy hunting for them all.
I'm a Legacy Birdwatcher. Mom gave my brothers and me Nature and Music. I carry my bird book and binoculars everywhere. Now that I have a proper wildlife lens, I'm photographing them more. I'll spend hours by the feeder, hoping to catch one in my viewfinder, but I need to be more patient when out in the woods.
After surgery on my left rotator cuff, I was in Manhattan, Kansas, for my granddaughter's birthday. This was during the COVID thing. To get out of the house and retain my sanity, I spent time out on the prairie, looking for small flowers and plants to photograph. The beauty of the little things below our feet amazes me.