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Tag Archives: Rockport
Autumn has come and gone here in Chicago, and it seems like it flew by (as it always does). I got up in a helicopter, but I had to go up a day or two earlier then I wanted because the weather was turning sour quickly. Cold mornings with howling winds don’t do well at keeping leaves on the trees, regardless of their color.
While going through pictures in various folders, I came upon this photograph, taken high up in Rockport, Maine’s Mt. Battie. I had gone to Maine at just the right time, right when fall colors were at their peak. Additionally, it had been an exceptionally wet late-summer, so scientifically speaking, trees tended to have more color than usual.
So as much as I can try to time out a helicopter shoot (booking it the day before), a lot of times photography is about luck and shooting the weather. This particular trip to Maine was booked several months out, when I had no idea of the weather conditions I’d be shooting in. Sometimes it is better to be more lucky than good.
While most of the leaves have made their way from the trees to the ground, it’s still a fine time of year to look for fall colors. A lot of really pretty views can be had by looking much closer at the small details of nature.
I’ve seen a number of great photographs this year of brightly-colored leaves in the process of changing colors. Just yesterday I saw a fantastic image of a leaf sitting on the ground, but with a slight layer of frost on it. So, while the wide, expansive shots of autumn have, apparently, come and gone, the beautiful colors are still everyone.
Maine is a beautiful place, especially around autumn.
Even busy places, like a pier used as a headquarter lobster fishing is a beautiful and relaxing place when it’s not during the chaos of boats coming and going, fishermen loading and offloading.
This is Jim Ostergard and he is a super-nice guy. He’s was a fan of doing things the traditional way, so he chopped wood with an axe and carried it up to his house via horse.
October 2009. (0338)
Today is Halloween. When I a kid, I’d walk up to a stranger’s house at night, knock on the door and they gave out candy. Lots of candy.
Over the years, Halloween has changed quite a bit; the act of trick-or-treating is now usually done on a Sunday afternoon between the hours of twelve and three. Even as an adult things things continue to change. No longer is Halloween dressing up and getting candy, now it seems to be “whoring it up” and going to the bar.
Some friends and I were talking about going to the Blackhawks’ game tonight, but the one didn’t want to because they like to stay home and give candy to trick-or-treaters. Sitting on the couch with a magazine and handing out candy seems to be a nice idea.
When you go from the kid collecting candy in the “Oscar the Grouch” mask to the adult handing out candy, not only does it make me acknowledge I’ve “grown up,” but it makes me wonder where time has gone.
October 2009. (1116)
Out in Maine for a week, we went to Fort Knox in the town of Prospect to take some pictures.
It was getting close to Halloween, so they were setting up the facility as a major haunted house. As I weaved in and out of scary things getting ready to jump out at some unsuspecting fright-seeker, I passed this broken light.
The fact that someone broke it and left it (perhaps to go get a broom and dust-pan) was amusing to me, and the simplicity of it was appealing, too.
October 2009. (1124)
In their collection, it seems like every photographer has a picture of a lone tree in a field. This is my “lone tree in a field” picture, taken just outside of Rockport, Maine.
October 2009. (0324)
I didn’t post any images the past few days because I was thrashing behind the scenes on my website.
If you’ve been here before, you know that my site looks a little bit different now. (I’ve tried to kick it up a notch.) With the new website, I also changed web hosting companies. All of the changes take a bit to matriculate through the internet, and there are still a few bugs to work out. In addition to the aforementioned technical issues, I have a couple of design issues I really need to work on (like the About Page). But, for the most part, the new look is up and running.
So for today’s image, it’s a dramatic sunrise in Rockport, Maine.
A few years back my brother and I went to Maine for an über-photography class. One particular day we woke up to catch sunrise. We asked our instructor, who was from the area, a good place to start. He gave us a fantastic recommendation overlooking the Rockport Harbor and the next morning we were up for sunrise. It turned out to be an awesome sunrise, full of crazily intense colors. (It was such a good sunrise, as a matter of fact, our instructor encouraged the rest of the class to do the same the next morning.)
My brother and I both have several fantastic images from that morning, and we somehow managed to stay up for the entire day to go out to shoot sunset, as well. The next morning we were up for sunrise again, and the third morning we were ecstatic it was pouring rain, so we could finally sleep in.
October 2009. (0225)
I’ve been working hard getting through my pictures from South Africa and Namibia, but had to make a pit-stop in my pictures from Maine for something else. While I was quickly scouring through images from the week I spent there, I passed this one and said, “Hey, I like that.”
While in Maine, a friend and I wandered down to the break water to watch the sunset. He let me borrow his 80-200mm f/2.8 and it was a pretty sexy lens. Heavy, but sexy.
Taken from Mt. Battie, overlooking Rockport, Maine, this is another picture I took, completely forgot about, then stumbled upon some time later.
It’s nice because currently, in Chicago, there is no color. At all. We’re smack-dab in the heart of winter, so even the sun poking out for fifteen minutes becomes a story on the news. Seeing this picture reminds me that spring and summer are around the corner and the weather will get better.