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One Object, Shot from Different Angles and Perspectives. Images 100-104.

Lone Post     Lone Post Among the Marsh Reeds

Lone Post in BW     Lone Post in BW

Lone Post Centered     Lone Post Centered

Lone Post Foreground     Lone Post in Foreground

Among the Reeds     Lone Post in Background

As I have written before, Cape Cod is one of my favorite places to visit.  Every time I go, I take at least 2000 pictures.  It takes me days to get through them all when I get home, weeding out the bad ones and editing the good ones.  It is a beautiful place with tons of amazing subjects to shoot.  Sunrises on the ocean side, sunsets on the bay side.  Beaches, Boats, Lighthouses, Flowers, Wildlife, Quaint Towns, Gorgeous Scenery.  Never at a loss for something to photograph.

We did not get a chance to go this past summer, but we will be returning this coming summer, staying just off Pleasant Bay, halfway between Orleans and our beloved Chatham.  However, two summers ago, we went for a week in Late July/Early August and stayed in a home right on “the River” on the outskirts of Orleans.  The River is really just and extension of Pleasant Bay, not a true river.  Standing on the deck, we could stare out at the marsh on the edge of the river, watching the sunset over the trees, watching the boats moored in the water, bob gently with the tidal currents.  I took these shots the day we arrived.

I walked down the sloping back yard towards the marshy area and as I sauntered past the tree line that marked the end of the property and the beginning of the marsh, this lone post came into view.  I assume it was once part of a dock, going out into the river.  I didn’t think much of it at first and started shooting pictures of the sky and the sun setting over the trees and the boats in the water.  As I paused to look over the shots, I noticed that the post featured in many of the shots.  I ventured over as close to it as I could get; it was pretty soggy right around the post.  I could tell it had been there a long time.  It was leaning to one side and was very weathered.  I took some more shots of it, then went back inside (the mosquitoes were eating me alive down there).  I proceeded to take a ton of pictures that trip and gradually forgot all about the lone post.

But, when I got home and began going through all the pictures I took on the computer, I kept seeing it pop up in the above shots and several others I had taken of the same view.  It was interesting how the post looked different from the different angles and perspectives when it was the main subject matter and it brought more interest to the pictures where it was a bit player in the foreground or the background.  I now have an 8 x 10 framed and matted on my living room wall of the Lone Post Among The Marsh Reeds shot.

Looking forward to getting back to the Cape this August to find more great things to shoot.  Hope you enjoy these shots, and if you want to see more of my Cape Cod Images, please visit my websites!

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Mt. Hope Cemetery PhotoWalk; Rochester History. Images 49-62

MausoleumMausoleum

textured tombstoneTextured Tombstone

Path to HeavenThe Path

Angel and CrossAngel and Cross

Fallen FatherFallen Father

Fallen Father 2BW Fallen Father

Celtic CrossCeltic Cross

Head(less) in the CloudsHead(less) In The Clouds

Headless in BWBW Head(less)

Fallen FenceFallen Fence

Sibley CrossSibley Cross

Sibley BWBW Sibley

BrokenBroken

Broken BWBW Broken

I recently joined a group called Western New York Photowalkers.  It is a group that occasionally gets together and does a walking tour, taking photographs, sharing ideas and techniques.  The first opportunity I had to join them was a PhotoWalk of Mt. Hope Cemetery in my hometown of Rochester, NY last month.   A Cemetery.   Great.   Sounds morbid, doesn’t it?  But, the wife and kids were out of town and I had free time, and I hadn’t been out to get any shots recently, so I thought, Eh, What the Hell!  Why not?

Little did I know, it was pretty cool!!  I knew that it was an old cemetery.  I remember going there as a child on a school field trip to see the graves of Susan B. Anthony and Frederick Douglass.  I remember looking at it from across Mt. Hope Boulevard when I was a kid when I went to visit my uncle who used to live in an apartment in a house across the street.  I remember my father challenging my brothers and I to hold our breath while passing it in the car.  He would purposely slow down, even though he didn’t have to.  It is huge and there was no way anyone could survive holding their breath while they passed it unless they were driving a Ferrari at 150 MPH.  But, I had never looked at it through the lens of a camera.  It looked like it was going to be a wash earlier in the day, with gray skies and off and on showers all morning.  But, by the late afternoon, the skies cleared and the sun shone brightly, warming the air.

I  spent about 2 hours walking the grounds.  Of course, I had to stop and seen Sue and Freddy again!  I found all sorts of interesting nooks and crannies in the cemetery; little tucked away hidden areas with incredibly old and ornate tombstones.  I saw numerous old, worn grave markers and tombstones, raised words nearly worn off by wind and weather, nearly impossible to read.  I was particularly struck by a small white headstone, perched on a hill just above the path, leaning over to the left.  It looked like in another couple of years, as the hill eroded away, it would tumble down onto the path.  It had a name and 2 dates.  the dates were only 3 months apart.  A three month old child had died in the early 1800’s and this stone was all that remained.

As I traversed the grounds, I found myself drawn to all the Celtic Crosses that dotted the landscape; I have Irish in my heritage and have always been attracted to them.  There were tons of huge monuments and statues in various stages of decay.  Some were missing limbs, some had fallen over, some were cracked and broken, some even looked as if they had melted.  There was a strange beauty to it all.  Above are some of the shots I took.  I hope you enjoy them.

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