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

April 30, 2012

No Cherry Blossoms


I do not consider myself a “people photographer.”  Unlike my friend, Phil, I just don’t have the, um… chutzpah to walk up to someone and ask, “Can I take your picture?” I’ve only seen him turned down once.

Still, I like shooting people (photographically speaking), and my understanding is that people in a public setting are fair game, so I go to NYC or various events and shoot without ever raising the camera to my eyes.

The annual Cherry Blossom Festival in Wilkes-Barre kicks off the season of fair weather events in Wyoming Valley. Sadly, there are few cherry trees left, but the name has stuck. It is an amiable gathering of kids, dogs, grown-ups, vendors (food and esoterica) and onlookers. I guess I’m one of the latter.

Hope you enjoy!

April 17, 2012

Late Afternoon in the Woods

Around the Bend

The part of the latest walk in the woods that was not included in the milkweed extravaganza was pretty nice too.  The forsythia is still resplendent, and I encountered no bears.  The light was beautiful.

Life is good.

ps: There are several panoramic images in this collection, which are much improved by viewing the show full screen. Tap the little square icon on the lower right corner.

April 16, 2012

Milkweed Again

Early spring milkweed, left over from autumn. (Frank Burnside)Longtime recipients of my visual excursions may be aware of my fascination with the lowly milkweed plant – Asclepias syriaca.  While I am unable to resist the photogenic qualities, I am also in awe of its design in an evolutionary sense. I wonder if nature has created a more perfect example of a living thing engineered to propagate. When the old plant dies, it literally releases whats left of itself to the wind on incredibly delicate parachutes.

It’s been a while since I indulged my passion, but on a walk through the back woods the other day, I came upon a rare survivor of the winter – pod, silk and all.  What would have been an hour’s walk turned into nearly two, such was my focus (as it were), on this delightful distraction.

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