Tag: Lloyds Lens Photography

The Beacon  

digital art, Fiction Story, short stories, The Beacon, Uncategorized

Today I wanted to take a break from the black and white photos.  This image is a composit of a lighthouse I photographed several years ago.  It was my first excursion into photography with lens larger than 35 mm.  I created the background and storm clouds by manipulating other photos in my archive.  

I wanted to give you feeling of the powerful light driving back the darkness.  Everyone at some point feels lost in the storm.  We need a beacon of hope to bring us into shore.  I can see the inside of the little cabin at the base of the lighthouse in my mind’s eye.  A kindly old caretaker stokes a warm fire and offers a blanket to a young refugee who barely made it to shore. The younger person is soaked to the bone from the winter storm.  As they sit together and enjoy a hardy meal the Atlantic Ocean rages outside.  Waves crash against the stoney shore in vain as if Neptune himself was frustrated with the young person’s escape from the darkness.  They are safe and secure within the refuge of the lighthouse. 

Obstacles 

black and white photography, Uncategorized

We all have those times when we wish we could just make a little progress.   It’s seems that something is always stopping progress towards a goal. If you’re like me then you double down on your determination and push forward with all your might. But sometimes an obstacle is there for a purpose.  In this case the fence is there because its keeping people from getting to close to edge of the New River Gorge.   

Quiet Time 

black and white photography, Uncategorized

I’m a person who values solitude. We as modern humans are bombarded with stimulus from every angle.  Voices tell us to dress a certain way, go to certain places and pretty much influence every aspect of life.  (Don’t even get me started on the “buy this or fail to be popular ” voice).

This park bench sets in the back of a office building.  It’s a refuge for those who just need a quiet place to breathe.   The day that I took the picture the rain served as an extra layer of protection from the outside world.  The noise of other conversations, intrusion from others and even the excessive cologne from that one person in every crowd is washed away by the falling drops of rain.  

It’s a time to decompress and renew my sense of self.  On this bench I belong to me.  Each drop that hits the cement pad ripples out as a tiny wave to push away the world.  

Sitting in the rain on a cold winter day may not make sense to most people but for me it’s way to clean the day’s mental and emotional clutter from the soul. 

Yellow Poplar on wet pavement.

black and white photography

For my second attempt at a blog post I decided to include a recent photograph.  There’s a place where I like to go and be a part of God’s creation. As I walked there the other day the rain fell as a heavy mist. I liked the way the water beads on the leaf. There was something interesting about the texture of the worn pavement interacts with the beading water that invites me to be drawn into the image.  I can recall the sounds of birds going from branch to branch looking for a dry place to wait out the shower.  The smell of the surrounding forest fills my memories.  The Gauley River runs in the valley below.  When I look at this leaf I can fill the pull of river beckoning me to be come along with the collecting water droplets and seek out the sea that lies many miles away.