The reflection of the lights is in a long puddle of standing water in the driveway after a BIG rain. Since it was nighttime when I took these photos, I felt them only appropriate in black and white.
Fence and Reflection Puddle 1
Fence and Reflection Puddle 2
Just the Reflection in a Puddle
I was amazed at some of the detail I was able to capture in this shot...especially on the upper end.
After shooting the fence, I spotted this fallen branch with its beautiful reflection as I was walking through the neighborhood. When it rains there, it stays there. Guess that is life of the Eastern Shore.
I am so sorry not to have been able to make comments on your blogs these past few days.We are in Maryland visiting my daughter and her family (3 BIG boys), and my son, his wife, and Eloise are here, too. There has been no time for computer fun other than to upload copious numbers of pictures. We leave to return home to Virginia tomorrow, so once there I will get caught up on my little notes to all of you. To those who commented on my black and white Christmas card and my post about the blue roofed barn....thank you so much for taking the time to share your thoughts with me. I hope all of you had a happy and joyous Christmas with family and friends.
Today I got my weekly email from Kim Klassen with news of her 2012 year long eCourse beginning on January 16th. I have already taken two of her courses and cannot wait to begin her third. I am a very slow learner and computer challenged when it comes to PSE and Lightroom, so the more class time I can spend the better off I am. If you sign up before December 31, 2011, you can save $20.00 which is a fine savings...the course will end up costing you only $1.00 a week. If you are interested be sure to visit her website:
“The Secret Garden” was one of my favorite books, and I adore the original movie. The remake was wonderful, but the old one continues to touch my heart. After taking these pictures and looking at them on my computer, all I could think of was that book. Maybe it is the dark circular spot in the bushes behind the gate that made me think of the book.
I think there may be some hope for me. T’is hard to believe, but I think I’ve FINALLY gotten this straight...the white line across the sky is not a “jet stream” but rather a “contrail.” For some reason I had it in my head that when a “jet” flew overhead, the trail it left behind was a jet stream. Am sorry about that. As my mother used to always say: "It is hard to teach an old dog a new trick.”Her other favorite expression and belief was “That Sputnik is the cause of all of these awful Florida hurricanes and weird weather patterns." It has turned out to be a gorgeous day, and Buddy is OFF work for the 23rd and 24th for the first time in 33 years. That is a fabulous early Christmas present. We are off hiking tomorrow...goodie, goodie. Maybe I will get to see the red barn over by Seneca Falls in West Virginia.
I discovered this old barn and shed on a dirt road not far form the house. Neither of these structures appear to be in use...just sitting there in the elements waiting for someone to come and bring them back to life. There are a good many boards missing from the barn. I almost got into trouble when I turned off the main road, parked my car, got out in the sprinkles and started taking pictures. Before I knew it there was a woman prancing out with her arms folded across her chest and a scowl on her face wanting to know what I was doing there. I explained I lived just down the road, was experimenting with my camera, and it was my bald headed husband that ran up and down the highway each day and then rode his yellow bicycle up and down the highway. At that point she calmed down, started chatting, and dragged me over to meet her “fiancé” ...a white haired, much older, shirtless man who was down in the creek washing his hair...we still have outhouses out our way. By now I knew it was time for me to get out of there...I did not which was worse - her being fussy or her being way toooooo friendly.