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Tag Archives: Viola
Busy Bee
I’m not sure spring can get here any faster.
This image was taken at my dad’s farm near Viola, Wisconsin. On this photography blog, I’ve posted a number of pictures taken on his property. While I normally do big, expansive wide shots, it’s always nice to watch nature do it’s thing on a much smaller scale.
August 2011. (8402)
Driftless Pond
In the Southwest corner of Wisconsin is an area where the glaciers missed.
Instead of slowly grinding along and leveling everything in it’s path, this area was bypassed and, as a result, has a lot of rolling meadows and the famous midwest range of the Ohcooch Mountains.
June 2009. (3674)
Casey
I like to tell the story of my first visit to my parent’s farm after they picked up their new golden retriever, Casey.
Some time back I was scheduled to work a Chicago Bulls game on a Friday evening. Additionally, I received a phone call to work a softball game in Iowa City the morning after said Bulls game and, mathematically, the hours in the car would make it a long drive with minimal sleep. So, I turned the job down.
A day or two later, the phone rang again. “I really need you for softball,” said my contact. So I agreed.
As the weekend grew closer, I found myself dreading my decision more and more. However, I had made my bed so I must sleep in it, so to speak. On Friday night after the Bulls game (about 11PM), I jumped in the car and made the four-hour trip to Iowa City. After arriving at the hotel in the wee hours of the morning, I jumped into bed for a quick two hour nap before heading to work.
Work was work, but after we were finished, severe thunderstorms were going to be rolling in, with a strong potential for tornadoes. Not being a fan of tornadoes, I decided I’d rather spend my final night alive at my parent’s house then die in a hotel room in Iowa City. Therefore, on two hours of sleep, I made the decision to head to my parent’s farm, which was about three hours away.
I pulled into the driveway exhausted and was greeted by the smallest, most adorable puppy I’d ever laid eyes on. His name was Casey and as he ran up to me with his high-pitched bark, his ears where so big that he proceeded to trip over them. Again and again, as a matter of fact.
Casey was so young that he didn’t know how his body worked, and promptly tripped and stumbled over his own paws, or more adorably, his own ears. We played in the yard for a long time, before I finally fell asleep for an extremely long time. It happened to be Easter weekend, so while finishing touches were being made on a fantastic brunch, I played with the puppy some more.
That dog is one of the luckiest dogs in the world as he has nearly 50 acres to run around and call his own. He’ll chase birds, cars, thrown balls and sticks, or just fall asleep at your feet while you watch the sun set.
In the above picture, Casey buried himself down in the shrubs and waited for my dad to throw a stick into the river. Leaping off the banks of the river and swimming out to get sticks is one of Casey’s favorite activities.
July 2007. (0571)
Gourds
Every year around this time I try to visit my parents. My work schedule doesn’t allow a couple of days off regularly, until the calendar gets to October.
The journey to their place involves passing several roadside stands selling fruits and veggies. This particular year I stopped and bought a few apples and such, but decided to load up on some other things. I had my camera gear with me and I was curious if I could pay around with some Fall fruits and vegetables.
The result was what you see above. I like close-up shots of things, and the gourds provided a good opportunity for just that. My step-mom and I took turns taking pictures and trying new things. She later turned one of her images into a water color, which, to this day, is still her single best-selling painting.
October 2007. (1088)
Foggy Wisconsin Barn
My dad lives near Viola, Wisconsin, so I get up to their neck of the woods quite a bit to visit.
Whenever I do, I bring my camera. Some days it sits in my bag on the floor the entire stay, but most of the time I get it out and go wander. Some days I get up to watch the sun rise, other days I stay out to watch the sun set. Sometimes I do both.
The last time I was up there I found this old abandoned farm. (The farmhouse sits across the gravel road from it, but I’m not entirely sure the house is abandoned.) I like places like this barn, and I’ll continue to stop and check on it when I visit. It takes on an entirely different view when it’s fogged in or a bright sunshine-filled day.
September 2011. (8735)
Kickapoo River
The last couple of days I’ve been exploring Vernon County, Wisconsin.
Southwest Wisconsin is known as the “driftless area” because the glaciers missed this region. That extremely flat midwest appearance doesn’t apply here, so there are countless rolling hills throughout this stretch of land. One of the rivers that flows throughout the landscape is the Kickapoo River.
Named for the Kickapoo Indians, who occupied most of the land before settlers, the Kickapoo River is a fantastic river. Where it originates to where it empties into the Wisconsin River is only 60-miles as the crow flies. However, because the Kickapoo River is so crooked, and often-times doubles back onto itself, it’s actually about 130-miles long.
Driving any distance throughout the area and it seems like you’ve crossed the Kickapoo nearly a dozen times. It’s great because you can put a canoe in at your neighbor’s house, and three hours later pull out at your own property. The river’s current is pretty decent, so floating down the river is a great way to spend a lazy, hot, summer afternoon.
August 2011. (8364)
Wisconsin Wildflowers
Some time back a friend asked me what my favorite picture I’ve ever taken was.
I didn’t really have an answer.
After a bunch of thinking, I may have to vote this picture, which is funny because it doesn’t really register on the “awesome-meter”. The reason I’m voting this picture is because photography has taught me A LOT about patience … because I have none. Photography forces me to sit in mittens, a hat, and snow pants while underneath my tripod, waiting for that one small break in the clouds to get just the right picture. I’m really learning that photography is a lot of timing and preparation to capture that single moment in time.
So, back to the above picture.
While at my dad’s farm in rural Wisconsin, I took a picture. The sun was in a terrible spot and the shadows were awful. The next morning, with the sun in a better position, I took a handful of shots and something was always missing. Then I realized the clouds were really adding to the mix, but I had to wait until the right clouds. So, I waited. And waited.
And then waited some more.
Eventually I saw the right clouds come over the distant hills, and after seeing the potential composition for a picture, it was about twelve hours of waiting to get the sun, clouds and flowers into the right spot. Is this the best picture I’ve ever taken? No, but it is one of my favorites, because I learned a lot about timing, preparation and patience.
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Kickapoo Kayakers
This weekend Alisha and I went to the 2011 Travel and Adventure Show in Chicago. We went on a whim not really expecting much, but it was pretty underwhelming. All of these convention center thingies seem to have boiled hot dogs, a completely random massage booth, and an over-priced admission fee in common. One of the amusing highlights, however, was the booth for Southwest Wisconsin had a thick tourism guide which included two pictures I took (one of which is above). My dad, who owns a few rental cabins in the area, submitted the pictures a few years back.
They’re pretty awful pictures, too.
This picture, for whatever reason, has a ridiculously high ISO, so it’s about as clear as mud. I’m not sure why the ISO was set so high, but it was in the early days of not knowing anything about my D-SLR camera. While the lighting isn’t the best, it’s also the only time I have ever watched someone on the river, so it’s not like I could get up in the morning and duplicate the shot with better conditions. I’m not even sure how the magazine got the picture.
Overall, its nice to know that someone somewhere enjoys the picture enough to keep using it in their magazines. If it nets some business for the area, good for them. If it were a better picture that I were proud of, I’d ask for credit.
Finally, it’s the twenty-first and final post for this month. If you would have told me at the start of January that I’d be blogging again, I’d have laughed in your face. I think I have three times more posts this month then in the entire life of my previous blog. My original goal was to do three posts a week, but I’m currently rocking out six a week (taking Sundays off, apparently). I’ve become re-invigorated with photography and starting bringing my camera along to more places, because that’s when I see the random, fun pictures I wish I had my camera for. I realize I’m the only person who reads and checks out my blog, but if its a hobby that gets me off the couch and to be creative, it works for me!
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