HDR Photography
We returned to Connecticut just in time for a display of peak Southern-New-England springtime perfection; though the photographs from our trip through the Mediterranean will return soon, I couldn’t help but share our charming local neighborhood.
Flowers emerging around Trinity College’s chapel tempted me into a multi-photo study of the contrast between spring pastels and epic limestone.
Amidst the overgrown, riotous, lush, nourishing garden of Julien’s Farm Store (perhaps the best breakfast in northern Connecticut), this trellis-like arrangement of sticks supporting an array of growing vines stands out for its profound lack of photosynthetic light absorbers.
The end of the semester (and some final-exam stress) nears but for now, relaxing on the quad on a warm and sunny spring day could be the move.
Does anything say “international intrigue” like a fancy hotel in a European capital?
The mists of Laurel Falls make the rocks just beyond its crashing torrents a perfect home for little flowers and mosses.
North of Berkeley, on Grizzly Peak, mid-century modern homes block most the sunset views. I imagine great sheets of glass and tastefully appointed balconies on the other side, but the street-facing side offers mostly abbreviated driveways and garage doors. When I can peak through, though, the gardens of white flowers give way to views above the trees to Richmond and the North Bay.
Do you see the lone person, sitting on the hillside, on the right side of this image? People provide scale, but also something more in this context. In addition to watching the literal gradient of the sky at sunset, this picture is part of a set of images of the “civilization gradient” from wilderness to dense city center. I quite like the added layer of a gradient from the individual in nature to the greater mass of humanity in cities. Traveling between rural New York and the crowded Bay Area has made me more aware than ever of the contrast.
Rocks in the stream.
The color of these flowers seemed too vivid to be real.
‘Tis the season for some holiday cheer.
I was surprised when I found that I had already named a file in this directory “The Rush.” I guess there was something about the water around here that really said “rushing” to me.
The view from the balds of the Roan Highlands is out of control.
One of the undeniably good things about the bay area is the unwaveringly pleasant weather we experience here. Since it’s been so nice outside recently I felt compelled to post this shot I captured last spring.
Decaseconds 