HDR Photography
Though I missed it when I originally processed them, I was entertained to look back at this pair of shots from early spring in Salisbury, Connecticut—one pointing northeast and the other pointing southeast. The light of the rising sun is visible in the distance in both directions where the shadow of the mountain over town is absent.
As much as I touted the glory of humble Civics bloodying the noses of prestigious vehicles, there’s a contrapositive joy from seeing an expensive car like an AMG GT devouring racetrack.
There’s something about seeing humble (but race-prepped) Civics going toe to toe with drastically more traditionally quick (and expensive) vehicles that’s very satisfying. In addition to what I’m sure are serious weight-reduction, suspension, and power improvements, the dramatic aero makes a big difference.
They say Miata stands for, “Miata Is Always The Answer,” but in this case I suspect the question was, “What has an adorable little face nestled amongst some serious race prep?”
Orange, black, and ready to race. My favorite detail in this BMW is the hole cut in the hood to accommodate the engine.
Imagery of JDM classics makes them seem larger-than-life, but a side-by-side image with everyday people reveals just how compact cars like the Mazda RX-7 were.
A truly “ultimate” lobster roll needs butter, a crispy, toasted roll, and a truly irrational amount of meat. Check, check, and check.
Bright Saturday morning sunshine warms Salisbury, Connecticut and make the town ski jump flash in the distance at the left of the image.
Neal Stephenson’s “Fall” suggests that that pattern of one’s childhood hometown is patterned deeply into the brain. This picture captures pretty much everywhere I could get to on my own (i.e., on my bike) when I was seven years old—so, basically my whole world at that point.
This particular acute crossroads in Salisbury, Connecticut is home to the White Hart Inn, and it turns out that it’s photogenic in just about every season.
Today’s guest post is an image by Lee Sullivan, taken on her way home from hockey practice.
This quiet winter evening (Christmas day, as it turns out) presented a delicate mirroring between sky and earth, broken by the presence of a single buoy.
I’ve looked across the Twin Lakes to this odd little stone tower for at least two decades, but have still never traveled over there to figure out what it is. Maybe it will stay mysterious forever.
The comfort of a cozy bedroom after a long day of traveling cannot be overrated.
Clear, cold winter air and a road stretching north from the Connecticut-Massachusetts border makes a lovely entrance to the Berkshires. A photogenic dusting of snow doesn’t hurt, either.
This is an example of perfect timing—as much as I like to take winter pictures, quadcopter drones like neither snow nor extremely low temperatures. Early in the season, however, there are lucky days like this one where snow is immediately followed by clear skies and above-freezing temperatures that give me a tiny window in which to capture the winter.
