The City in Black and White with a touch of color.

I think i like black and white photography the best. It's not all muddied like color photos, and besides i see in color all the time so why not change it up a bit?

Yesterday my SO and his family did the yearly romp in NYC. My camera, as usual, was an extension of me.

Walking to our first bar i snapped this picture. It is amazing what a camera captures that our naked eye can not see.. for instance the shadow

Although, this is a color photo, I lucked out in that when i snapped the photo the sun gleamed off of the star atop of the Rockefeller tree. Talk about great timing!

In Times Square there is a NYPD Hub which we were headed for, but had to wait for this kind officer to allow us to cross the bustling street safely.

The Times Square ball is poised and ready to go, as were we, back home to Joizey.

The view of The City from the ferry terminal. It is a dark photo, but then again it was dark out and the city is pretty far away for my rinky dink camera.

The Colors of Autumn are turning grey

Autumn is a beautiful time of year in the north east. If you can get passed the cooler/cold weather it's a great time of year. Last year we were lucky as warm temperatures were around through Thanksgiving, and the colorful leaves hung around longer as well. This year we were back to our regularly scheduled programming with a few lucky days of warm weather.

When i was vacationing in West Virginia in the beginning of November, we were particularly lucky in that we had 3 70 degree days in a row with plenty of sunshine. Some trees were kind enough to hold onto their leaves for me to take some neat pictures.

Below are some of my pictures from my trip to West Virginia. I hope you enjoy!



Have a Wonderful Thanksgiving!

Time sometimes creates wounds

While vacationing in West Virginia a couple of weeks ago with my SO and his family we decided to take a hike up the hill behind the house we were staying at. On this hill lies a house that once belonged to his family many, many years ago. The house since has gone in disrepair and appears to be abandoned, but I couldn't help but see the beauty this house once had when it was warm with life from family and friends. Some may look and see ruin, but I see the past. A past that was full of laughter, and tears, and many children running throughout. The smell of pies and hearty foods cooking. The vision of Christmas trees and other seasonal holiday adornments float through my mind's eye as well.
I was fortunate enough, during my stay, to visit his Grandmother and actually stumble upon the pictures of the family in that home. Unfortunately, I was not able to take them with me to share in comparison to the photos I am about to share.
I do not have an expensive camera, in fact mine is about 3-4 years old now. I try to take the best pictures I can with the equipment I have so I hope you enjoy some of my work.

When I returned home I sent the pictures to his Grandmother, she was thankful for all of the pictures I took, but I couldn't help but find in her words a tiny bit of sorrow as she also remembers what the house once was when she lived there with her siblings.

What may be art to some may create some wounds for others, and that is the beauty of it. The ability to see all things and interpret it in your own way.