Burnside Photographic "The question is not what you look at, but what you see." – Henry David Thoreau

February 28, 2012

Abstract Reflectionism I

Turtle Pond

Tucked in between the back streets of Swoyersville and the railroad track that separates it from Forty-Fort is a tiny little park consisting of a playground, a ball field and a few basketball courts.  At the edge of the park, there’s a trail that leads back to a pond.  It’s a sorry little pond, with too much debris, surrounded by ATV tracks, and a good deal of naturally occurring debris.  It has, however, become a favorite location to do some photo shooting when you are trying to kill some time in the late afternoon light.

Finding myself in just such a situation on Monday, my shooting quickly developed a theme, which I have termed “Abstract Reflectionism.” Alert folks will notice the “I” designation and be forewarned. There is more to come.

February 24, 2012

Ice on the Rocks

Ice on the Rocks

It’s really not redundant.  This is a modest collection of images consisting of ice on rocks.  That’s all.

The location has become a favorite of mine.  If you’re familiar with the area, park at the trail head where Chase Road meets Route 29 at the confluence of the main and east branches of Harveys Creek and walk up the hill.  You’ll see the rocks on your right. In the spring (February this year!), you’ll find that the water seeping through the rocks makes wonderful formations.  It’s a nice place any time of year – you can walk up to the ridge that separates Wyoming Valley from the Back Mountain – nice woods and wonderful views.

But it’s the emerging ice that gets to me.  I didn’t really expect to find any – I was just going to walk up the hill.  But there it was and, for some reason it’s irresistible to me.  I had a conversation about this with my photo-friend Phil.  I told him I figured out why I take close-up pictures of ice.  I have to!  He being the master of The New Topographics understood this.  If your radar is on and you’re in the zone, there are some things that you just can’t pass by without making a few images.

February 22, 2012

Whose Woods These Are

Lovely, dark and deep

In anticipation of several days of dismal weather in the local forecast, I resolved to take advantage of a mild and bright afternoon.  I didn’t have much time, as I was occupied until mid-afternoon, and on a day like this, I knew the useful light would last only until perhaps 5:30-ish.  As an aside, I think most photographers focussing (so to speak) on the natural world would be able to tell you, based on the current weather conditions on any given day, almost exactly when “the light will run out.”

So I went to one of my favorite places, which is relatively convenient, and the woods on this day reminded me of Frost’s wonderful poem, even though they were not filling up with snow.  It was the “lovely dark and deep” that came to mind.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

– Robert Frost

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